Between the mountains and forests, not far from Changning, a cloud of green qi was suspended next to an ancient tree. This group of green qi changed its form from time to time, and the sword intent that slashed towards Changning changed the number of paths once. Looking at the youthful and excited look, it seems that I am enjoying this kind of game of fighting.

I don't know how long it took, Changning's spirit had already been squeezed to the limit, and his body felt heavy and sour when he swallowed Dao power. If he was distracted and took a look, he could see that every time he swallowed and vomited, the rich Dao power condensed by the large array within the surrounding area was absorbed, and what was spit out was turbid qi with impurities in his flesh. However, the surrounding Dao power was strong, and those turbid qi were washed away in an instant, and his mind was all on fighting against the tireless nameless sword intent, how could he have the spare strength to notice this abnormality.

Finally, at the moment when Changning's spirit was on the verge of exhaustion, the nameless sword intent disappeared.

A sword pierced the air, Changning couldn't help but staggered out a few steps, the emptiness of the sea of qi finally spread throughout his body at this moment, and the long-lost sense of detachment surged, and he finally fell to the ground, and he fainted like this.

A small vortex formed on top of his fallen body, and the condensed Dao power was pulled and gathered.

On the trajectory of his last sword, the traction of the Dao power was jubilant around the place where the sword blade had passed, and it took a long time to gradually disperse.

The green qi surged for a while and then dissipated, revealing a figure in place. The figure was dressed in a cyan robe as if it was condensed by Dao power, and there was a dazzling brilliance circulating on the surface. On his face are countless sword move changes, and when he looks closely, it seems that there are countless people performing martial arts in one side of the world, and just a momentary change of moves is enough for ordinary sword cultivation to comprehend for a long time.

The Tao is in harmony with the body.

This is a sword path cultivation that even surpasses the endless breath, and I don't know how many generations of old-timers will go up.

The cyan figure slowly paced to Changning, who had fainted to the ground. Although his face could not be seen clearly, it still made people feel his brow furrow slightly. This feeling is really weird, but it is indeed the avenue method that moves the world with my heart.

And this is just the impact that he unconsciously conveyed.

Under the sleeve of his coat, a hand that was also shrouded in Xuan's sword intent like a face, grabbed it in the air, and Changning's body instantly became transparent.

It's just that transparency is transparent, but what is revealed is not the scene of the ground under Changning's body, but a sea of clouds like a sea of clouds intertwined with green and Xuan, and in the depths of the sea of clouds, a simple and mysterious text stands still in the suspension period. This ancient script must have been lost and is no longer used anywhere.

It seems to be quite mysterious that on top of the rune strokes that look solemn in itself, there is a faint wisp of qi that shows a bleak green color. The green qi machine squirmed as if it were alive, and on closer inspection, it seemed to be looking for a flaw, intending to gnaw at the entwined runes.

The cyan figure let out a soft sneer: "A little trick that doesn't go into the stream." If you use it here, you may be able to hide it from the old man. It's just that a doppelganger is so bold, and he started an incident in the sword shrine, is it true that these old bones don't exist. ”

His fingers hooked, and the wriggling miserable green qi machine was obviously terrified, and it twitched, and the painful soul fluctuations between the convulsions spread out, and the futile impact on the surrounding large array disappeared into invisibility.

Seeing that the miserable green qi machine was about to be completely stripped out, the cyan figure stopped moving in his hands.

He thought for a moment and muttered, "You use my Sword Shrine disciple as a chess piece, and then this seat will also use this color as a pawn." This son's qualifications are not excellent, but his heart is first-rate, but it is very suitable for my sword mound's temper, I don't know where Xiaoxi found such a seedling this time. If you are a good seedling, how can you sit in the underworld and destroy it?"

The miserable green qi machine was pulled in front of Qingying, and a grand and majestic qi machine rushed out, smashing the qi machine to pieces, leaving only a few fragments of the original breath. The surrounding Dao power surged, and in an instant, it was recast with an aura that was no different from Fang Cai, but glowing with Yin Yin's vitality, and the color also changed from Fang Cai's bleakness to a bright emerald green color.

With a flick of his finger, the qi machine returned to between the runes, wrapping around the rune strokes. At this time, the qi machine no longer had the greedy appearance of gnawing before, but was like a forest growing on the peaks and mountains, swaying as if it was being swept by a breeze, showing the harmony of the three thousand worlds. Only in the deepest part of this qi machine, a touch of miserable green was suppressed in the meantime, like a fierce beast hidden among the peaks and mountains, choosing people to devour.

After doing this, Qingying wiped his hand, and the sea of green clouds disappeared, revealing Changning's figure. At this moment, Changning's face was peaceful, he didn't know anything about what happened to him, and he didn't know what a dangerous situation he had been placed in, just waiting to go deeper and deeper.

Changning's qualifications are not outstanding, but the posture of performing martial arts between the cliffs shows a tenacity, and Qingying tries it with sword intent. Qingying has obviously experienced a long time, I don't know how many geniuses she has seen, and she knows very well that although talent is important, it is only equivalent to digging a relatively easy path on the Long Dao Mountain in advance. How far you can go is still the first priority.

This tenacity is exactly what these old monsters who have been cultivating for years value the most.

I don't know if I saw that the disciples of the Sword Shrine were still moving forward as they were back then, or whether they could be in the dark and dark intentionally or unintentionally, and the atmosphere of joy around Qingying appeared, and even the Dao power gathered towards Changning was much more active. He stood there quietly until Changning's breathing Dao power stabilized, and then turned into a fresh breeze and dissipated between the peaks.