"Fellow Daoists, Yang is late, I hope you will forgive me, haha......"

As the words sounded, a white light fell from the sky, rolling the snowflakes falling into the valley directly into the sky, and a surging spiritual power fell from the sky to the people below.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and casually raised his hand to condense a golden light shield, blocking the spiritual power that fell from the sky.

And several other monks also made the same move, using their respective spiritual powers to disperse this force, Ning Zhe noticed that although there was a faint trace of dissatisfaction in their eyes, they didn't say anything, obviously they were particularly afraid of the people who came.

He turned his head to look at Mo Xishi again, who didn't react much on the surface, but the clenched fists and the slight trembling steps in the bun all revealed the anger in her heart.

With a chuckle, Ning Zhe reached out and patted Mo Xishi's arm. And the latter also saw the comfort in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth forced a hint of a smile, and then turned away without speaking.

At this time, the white light in the air gradually dissipated, revealing a young man in silver clothes. Ning Zhe took a closer look, not only was the other party's clothes extremely eye-catching, but also there was a trace of spiritual power fluctuations on it from time to time, this clothes was actually a talisman treasure. On his back was a long sword, also silver. Although he smiled as he watched everyone on the other side, the chill between his brows made the temperature in the valley drop a little.

No need to ask, Ning Zhe also thought of who this person was, and he was so arrogant, but everyone dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and it could also cause Mo Xishi's anger, who else except Yang Xinhong.

After Yang Xinhong stood still, a woman slowly walked out from behind him, this woman was holding a white flute in her hand, wearing a purple long skirt, and her face faintly revealed a sense of arrogance.

Yang Xinhong glanced at the woman, smiled and said to everyone: "Everyone, Yang has some trivial matters, and he is late. This is my junior sister, Ye Meizhao, who is also the cultivation of the third stage of the sacrificial realm, so everyone should take care of it. ”

When Ye Meizhao heard his words, he frowned slightly, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't make a sound, but his eyes were extremely dissatisfied with Yang Xinhong's introduction.

Yang Xinhong ignored her, just smiled and exchanged a few words with everyone.

At this time, Wu Yuyan walked a few steps, leaned against Yang Xinhong's side and whispered: "Yang Daoyou, you didn't see a good show just now, someone arrived a lot earlier than you, and they brought one more person." Giggle......"

Yuan Jun next to him looked at Wu Yuyan in front of him, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Yang Daoyou, since everyone is here, I see if we can go." ”

Yang Xinhong waved his hand, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and then he said coldly: "We are gathered here today, the stakes are very high, and the lesson of the last time must still be fresh in everyone's memory." So this time, we must not be held back by some. What do you say, Mo Daoyou?"

In the end, Yang Xinhong's two eyes were fixed on Ning Zhe.

Mo Xishi took a step forward, stood in front of Ning Zhe, looked at Yang Xinhong and said, "Ning Zhe is the helper I invited, he will never hold us back, don't worry about this." ”

Yang Xinhong sneered: "You said no, won't you? A monk who has just entered the realm of sacrifice and said that he will not hold back, who will believe it." Mo Daoyou, it seems that the person you chose this time is not quite right, I suggest that you don't go in this time, otherwise it will hurt others and yourself, which will not be good. ”

Hearing his words, Wu Yuyan's eyes were full of smiles, and he stood by Yuan Jun's side again, while Liang Ming and Gao Yu and the other four people next to him took two steps back without a glance, obviously not wanting to get involved in their dispute.

In fact, it is no wonder that the contradiction between Yang Xinhong and Mo Xishi has been around for a long time, and everyone knows it very well in their hearts. But Yang Xinhong is the walking of the Snow Palace, and the power behind him is extremely great, and they dare not provoke it. And although this Mo Xishi is a woman, but in several expeditions can actually get out of the whole body, I think there are some hole cards, and the people present know that Mo Xishi is good at using poison, this kind of person is extremely terrible, until the last resort, it is better not to offend. Therefore, everyone coincidentally chose to stand aside and watch the play.

Mo Xishi heard the ridicule in Yang Xinhong's words, her heart was furious, and she was about to step forward to reason with him, but she was suddenly grabbed by her arm from behind, she looked back, Ning Zhe was shaking her head with a smile on her face.

Yang Xinhong on the side saw that Ning Zhe was actually grabbing Mo Xishi's arm, but the latter didn't have the slightest intention of breaking free, and he couldn't help but feel jealous. You must know that he and Mo Xishi have known each other for decades, and they have entered the ruins together several times, but they have not taken the slightest advantage. Now that the other party is hooking up with a stinky boy with a lowly cultivation in front of him, how can he swallow this breath.

Thinking of this, he shouted at Ning Zhe: "Bastard, you won't die if you take me, I'll let you in today!"

When Ning Zhe heard his words, he turned his head and sneered: "Bastard, you won't die if you take me, I'll let you in today!"

Yang Xinhong heard that he actually returned his words intact, his heart was furious, and he was just about to speak, but Ning Zhe on the opposite side had already moved and came into the air.

I saw Ning Zhe's hands wipe on the storage bag, and the turquoise seven-star bow appeared in his hand. Before everyone could react, the golden light in Ning Zhe's right hand was released, and the seven-star bow was already full, and three golden points of light suddenly lit up.

With a sneer, Ning Zhe's right hand suddenly let go, and the golden point of light rushed towards Yang Xinhong.

At the moment when the golden light point rushed out, Ning Zhe grabbed the Yuanyang ruler behind him with his backhand, and the golden spiritual power in his body frantically poured into the ruler, and the golden mangs of the Yuanyang ruler came into the air in a flash. The sword body swelled several times, and the golden sword qi formed a phantom of dozens of zhang in the air, and slashed towards Yang Xinhong on the spot.

Yang Xinhong didn't expect Ning Zhe to turn his face when he said it, and before he finished speaking, the other party's attack had already arrived in front of him.

The three golden points of light connected together in the air, emitting a dazzling golden glow, as if even the sun's rays were about to be hidden. And that terrifying speed seemed to rub the spiritual power in the air against each other, and the aura in the valley, which was originally a little cold because of Yang Xinhong's arrival, quietly disappeared in this instant.

Yang Xinhong's eyes were slight, his body did not retreat, but advanced, and the silver long sword behind his back brought out a white light, rising into the sky, and collided with the three Venus.

The three Venus stars and the sword qi converged in the air, and the crisp sound of gold and iron resounded in the air, as if a small sun had appeared in the sky, and the blazing white light suddenly lit up, and the rapidly rising temperature directly roasted the surrounding grass and trees slightly withered.

And the sword qi in the air finally cracked under the continuous impact of these three Venus, turning into a little white light and dissipating. The moment the sword qi dissipated, Yang Xinhong, who was following behind, turned pale, his chest was like a huge shock, and his original advancing figure stopped in place.

In fact, this move was a secret loss for him, you must know that with his cultivation, it was easy to avoid these three Venus. But he never thought that a monk who had not reached the Sacrificial Realm could hurt him. Therefore, he just condensed a Eight Desolation Sword Qi at random, and in his opinion, this sword Qi was enough to deal with Ning Zhe.

But what he didn't expect was that Ning Zhe was not an ordinary beginner cultivator of the Sacrificial Realm, the spiritual power mixed with golden points of light in his body, coupled with this middle-level rune treasure seven-star bow, produced a power that was beyond Yang Xinhong's imagination, so he could directly smash the sword qi he condensed, and then stop his body alive.

Yang Xinhong's face turned red, he was ashamed and angry in his heart, and just as he was about to make another move, Ning Zhe's Yuanyang ruler had already fallen from the sky.

The golden sword that was dozens of zhang wide landed in the air like a small mountain. Yang Xinhong didn't expect Ning Zhe to be unforgiving, and bombarded him with one move after another. He couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and white light shot up into the sky, sinking into the silver long sword in the air. In an instant, the silver long sword also swelled more than ten times, forming a silver light curtain, which rolled upwards.

The golden and silver light met in the air again, this time a hundred times louder than before, and the roar of the two men fighting each other echoed everywhere in the valley. The surrounding mountains and rocks were directly split by the sword qi of the two of them, rolling down, rushing towards the valley.

And at the moment when the sword qi converged, Yang Xinhong only felt that his body was as if a mountain had smashed down, and the white sword light was directly swallowed by the golden sword light, and his whole person also fell to the ground fiercely, directly falling into the falling mountain rock. （http：／/.）。 As soon as he fell to the ground, Yang Xinhong's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell backwards.

"This ...... How is this possible!" Everyone watching the battle around was shocked, Yang Xinhong was a half-step self-refining cultivator, and this Ning Zhe was just a monk who had just advanced to the Sacrificial Skill Realm. How Yang Xinhong couldn't even make a move under the other party's hands, this is incredible.

What they didn't know was that when they had just condensed the golden sword ray, Ning Zhe directly extracted the white spirit bead formed by the Creation Fruit from the Sea of Knowledge. The spiritual power contained in the spirit bead is so pure and rich, not to mention the half-step self-refining blow just now, even if Yang Xinhong is a cultivator of the self-refining realm, he will definitely not be able to please him.

What's more, Yang Xinhong has never taken Ning Zhe in his eyes, and the light enemy in his heart caused him to not defend himself much when he made a move. This allowed Ning Zhe to take advantage of a loophole, and he was seriously injured with a single sword.

The light gradually dissipated, and Ning Zhe endured the pain in his chest, swallowed back the mouthful of blood that came up, and carried the Yuanyang ruler back behind his back. Obviously, the forcible extraction of the power of the spirit bead in the sea just now also caused a lot of damage to him.

However, at this time, Ning Zhe understood that such damage was worth it. Among the five teams present, the combination of him and Mo Xishi seemed to be the weakest on the surface, and the other four teams would inevitably have something to think of them after entering the ruins.

But now that he has taken Yang Xinhong to establish his authority, he can also deter others and let them know the consequences of doing something behind his back. Thinking of this, he laughed out loud, looked at Yang Xinhong on the ground and said loudly, "How is it?