The sky is about to twilight, the snow on the branches is dancing, the snow road in Meishan Mountain, and the gray umbrella eats the soul of the dead......

Ning Hongdou's eyes were already wide, the old man of her family was called the devil, but he was just eating someone else's sword, but this mink coat was devouring the soul of the dead.

This is to make people immortal.

Ghost Flame Burning Ember.

As if nothing had happened.

But a few lives have been devoured, and they are still a group of soldiers who have been on the battlefield.

The narrow snow road, silently, the ghost cultivator not far away, rubbed his palm stained with a little blood on the mink coat.

The cold wind blew, blowing up the hair of the ghost cultivator, a thin layer of frost hung on his cold face, and his eyes were gray and dull, like dead things.

Ning Hongdou patted the spring night: "It's time to prepare for battle, you come down first." ”

A distance of a hundred paces.

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

For ordinary martial artists, there is not much that can be done in this hundred steps, but for cultivators, and at least ghost cultivators above the armor-piercing realm, this distance is already very long.

Spring Night whispered: "This mink coat should be a second-realm ghost cultivator, the strength is not low, don't be too reluctant." ”

Grudging?

Ning Hongdou raised his eyebrows, and the wooden sword was unsheathed.

There were three knives in front of the bellflower.

Chen Yusheng lit his curse.

In Ning Hongdou's cultivation dictionary, there has never been the word reluctance, it is very strange, she is the one who says to be careful, but in the face of ghost cultivation, the strongest desire to fight is still her: "Spring night, do you say that the big mink on that person will be very warm? I like that ermine!"

Ning Hongdou signaled Hua Pingjiao to put away the knife as he spoke, and asked Chen Yusheng to extinguish his curse: "You don't seem to have seen the sword I practiced in the wind and snow, I am very powerful now, I don't lie to you, let me try it first, try it first, try it if it is a ghost cultivation, or our sword cultivation is powerful." ”

After speaking.

Ning Hongdou didn't forget to compare his arms, as if this action could show that he was very strong.

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

How strong can it be?

It's very funny, I laughed directly on the spring night, the smile was very shallow, and the beauty was not good.

The smile of the spring night seemed to have fairy power, and it suddenly diluted the cold and gloomy on the snow road, and the mink jacket a hundred steps away naturally saw Ning Hongdou and them, but this was really inconsequential to him: "A few milky little cubs, what kind of wind and waves can be turned up?

Descend from the Fallen Horse Grassland.

A radius of several hundred miles.

There are countless roads that can allow those Tang troops to scatter and flee, a Tang army soldier is a grass, but the mission is clear, not a single grass can leave the north alive.

None of the soldiers brought out by the Tang Emperor could return to Luoyang.

This matter is a strategy formulated by the Northland tribe, the Magic Mountain, the Xiling Hu Kingdom, and the Ghost Valley, and this game of chess does not seek to destroy the Tang Dynasty, but it must also be beaten into the Tang Dynasty.

After this battle, there was only Tang in the world, and there was no Tang Dynasty anymore.

Because enough attention.

So the task is demanding.

Huo Fuyan had no time to waste, otherwise, he would not have killed just those nine deserters in the restaurant, he would have killed all the people inside. He didn't even want to waste time waiting for the ghost flames in the restaurant to burn clean, as long as he collected Tang Zu's dead soul, the grass mowing would be done.

Huo Fuyan is a disciple of the Ghost Valley Wicked Sect, and he knows what to expect.

As for Ning Hongdou, the wooden sword was in his hand, his expression instantly became serious, and he pondered in his heart: "I can't remember whether the old man has fought with the ghost cultivator or not, it seems that he has to rely on himself, but I don't know if this ghost cultivator is really powerful, don't be a braggart, otherwise there is no way to test the results of my sword training during this time." ”

Ning Hongdou has seen too many powerful battles.

So.

Fear was absent from her.

Watch the 'fairy fight' all year round, where will you have a fear of ants fighting!

The first strike is stronger.

Ning Hongdou stepped on the ground, and the whole person rushed out directly.

Practicing swords against the current of the earth, practicing swords in the wind and snow, swinging swords 12,000 a day, and eating countless elixirs, Ning Hongdou's physique has been tempered very successfully, and the real armor-piercing realm has even crossed the armor-piercing realm.

A foot in a layer of snow.

One foot and three feet of wind.

Ning Hongdou looked like he was alone, but he ran out of the momentum of thousands of troops.

Snow, flying.

ground, tremor.

Huo Fuyan watched coldly, there were some small accidents, a little girl, but she didn't expect it to be a cultivator, or a standard sword cultivator, and I don't know which righteous sect disciple it is.

"It's a pity. ”

"At a young age, you have to die of incense. ”

"Just play, play, these Tang pawns are also bad, their bones are a little uncomfortable, and the activity is just right. ”

Huo Fuyan is a physical cultivator in the ghost path, and the exercises are as immobile as a mountain, so he let Ning Hongdou rush over, and he didn't even ask, in his mind: "The little girl who is about to be killed is not qualified to tell her last words, arrogance has to pay a price, and being a fledgling is not a reason to make a mistake." ”

Ning Hongdou is sword cultivation is true.

Ning Hongdou is not fake.

But Ning Hongdou is Ye Piaoling's disciple, Ning Hongdou is the only sword cultivator in the Sword Sect, and her sword is not an ordinary sword.

In these wildernesses, I really haven't heard of anyone who dares to be so bold and carry the sword of the Sword Gate.

At a distance of a hundred steps, Ning Hongdou took eight breaths.

The wooden sword stabbed straight out.

No fancy moves.

Only one sword.

Snake moves.

Huo Fuyan is really confident, he is confident that his physique can directly shock Ning Hongdou, and then win easily: "I am a ghost cultivator in the second realm, this little girl is at most a rookie in the armor-piercing realm, the difference between one realm!"

The sound of golden chime!

Then there was a ripple!

Jin Ming shook the snow on the branches, and the ripples blocked Ning Hongdou's sword.

Huo Fuyan was very proud, then ridiculed, laughing at Ning Hongdou's inadequacy, and finally stretched out a finger, he was going to use the way he was in the restaurant, one finger to poke Ning Hongdou to death, to end this battle without suspense, and thought in his heart: "It's really boring, there is no surprise at all, is the sword cultivation of the righteous path so useless now?"

Sword cultivation is useless?

Huo Fuyan is really blind.

Then, he found that the little girl in front of him was really unseemly, and his fingers did not poke the other party to death, but only poked on the other party's wooden sword.

The sword body also carries the power of the anti-shock, if one finger does not work, two fingers, and if it does not work, three fingers...... Thirty fingers passed.

Huo Fuyan hit Ning Hongdou's wooden sword with every finger, Ning Hongdou's wooden sword seemed to have eyes, but it wasn't actually eyes, but it was serious and strong enough, this was Ning Hongdou's own enlightenment.

Sword One is followed by Sword Two.

The snake moves, and the snake moves.

Very straight and accurate thorns.

Huo Fuyan was big, and he dared to take every thorn, because he didn't feel any harm, one stab after another, and the thorns could touch Huo Fuyan's body.