On the desolate mountain road, there is no trace, and here even the wind is lonely. There was no sound around, and not even a trace of insects and birds could be heard.

However, even in this environment, there is a particularly clear blue and a white between heaven and earth, all standing there, with a cold momentum, motionless like a mountain.

The faint blue light of the Excalibur Divine Sword was cold and vast, reflecting Duanmu Ningque's peerless face, as if the beauty of this world was written on her face.

The Dream Soul Snatcher Fan is also like a blue light, but there is a scarlet weirdness in the blue light, reflected on this hideous and terrifying bronze mask, and the person in front of him also seems to be fluttering.

Duanmu Ningque didn't move, because she found that the momentum and coercion exuded by the uninvited guest in front of her were as good as her own, in other words, the strength of the enemy on the other side was on par with her.

Although he already has the Cangli Divine Sword, it is still the cultivation realm of the Yuanying Great Perfection, but the other party's dream-like soul snatching fan is also a treasure of the immortal family, and he dares to appear alone, he must be fully prepared.

Holding your breath and concentrating, the air conditioner is pressing.

The masked man held with her for a while, and suddenly shrugged his shoulders, and the momentum of his whole body was all restricted, and he seemed to say very easily: "The person I want to kill has been rescued by you, what else do I want to fight with you, and I will leave too!"

As soon as the words fell, a white light appeared, and his figure had already drifted more than ten zhang away towards the fork in the road.

Duanmu Ningque snorted coldly, the blue shadow flashed, and when he reappeared, he stood two feet away in front of the masked man, still pointing lightly at the cold sword, without saying a word.

The masked man seemed to be very helpless, and said slowly: "I said I won't fight, you don't want to follow me forever, I'm not afraid of you!"

However, Duanmu Ningque still didn't say a word, just looked at him so coldly, and it could be seen that she meant very clearly, since she came, she had to fight, otherwise she wouldn't want to leave so easily.

Seeing this, the masked man spread his hands and said, "I'm definitely not going to fight, who doesn't know that what you are holding in your hand is Cangli." If you're not tired, follow me. ”

With that, he turned his head and galloped away on the opposite fork in the road.

Just stood still, and looked up. The dark blue figure had already landed three feet in front of him. The man shook his head, this time he didn't speak at all, and immediately turned around and left.

So on the mountain road on the periphery of the uninhabited Lishou Mountain, it suddenly became lively, and a silent chase battle unfolded unreasonably.

One is just running, one is just chasing. Neither of them spoke.

After a while, the mountains and fields left blue and white figures.

Finally, the masked man was a little impatient, and when he stopped for the last time, his voice had become cold and abnormal: "Duanmu Ningque, don't think that you have the Cangli Divine Sword in your hand, I'm really afraid of you!"

Duanmu Ningque's expression moved slightly, and he said coldly: "Who are you, you actually recognize me? When I came just now, I felt that the breath on your body was so familiar, who are you?"

Although it was a question, the cold feeling on his face did not fade at all.

The masked man didn't seem to deny it, and said coldly: "Whether you have seen it or not, it doesn't matter, it's just that the Cangli Divine Sword in your hand is probably known to everyone in the world." Looks like you're not going to let me go today. ”

Duanmu Ningque nodded lightly and said: "If you recognize me and can call me by my name without hesitation, it means that you may be a person within the Liwu Sect, so I can't let you go today!"

The masked man said coldly: "Let me go or not, you don't count!"

After saying that, his body suddenly burst out, and the light of the dream-like soul snatching fan in his hand was sheng, and in mid-air, the blue light triumphed, and he slammed straight towards Duanmu Ningque's face door twice.

"I'm here to learn and understand how powerful it is!" the masked man yelled.

But seeing the fan passing by, hundreds of points of light appeared on the left and right sides, and the points of light were densely packed, shining in the sky, and with the fan, it turned into a hundred silver rays in an instant, and the silver light flowed, shooting away towards Duanmu Ningque like a torrential rain.

As soon as this masked man made a move, it was like a dream soul snatcher fan gold attack method.

The expression on Duanmu Ningque's face did not change like an iceberg for ten thousand years, and he raised his eyes to look at this point of light like a pouring rainstorm, motionless, as if he was ignoring.

It wasn't until that little bit of silver light had already turned into countless clearly visible silver needles in Duanmu Ningque's eyes that Duanmu Ningque slowly moved.

The blue gauze skirt sways gently, like a blue mandala slowly blooming. It's thrillingly beautiful, but there is also a dangerous poison in that beauty.

With a cold snort, the Cangli Divine Sword flew straight into the sky, spinning and roaring in mid-air, and the blue sword qi quickly condensed into substance, completely covering Duanmu Ningque's beautiful figure.

As a result, a strange scene appeared, the countless silver needles that seemed to be whistling with grinning teeth, as if someone had cast a spell in that moment, all froze half an inch outside the blue light shield formed by the Cangli Divine Sword.

No matter how those menacing silver needles trembled, struggling to penetrate the blue light mask, they couldn't get an inch in no matter what.

The masked man's bare eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and he stood there at the moment, even forgetting that he was fighting for his life.

This Cangli Divine Sword is really worthy of being one of the four great divine swords, if you want to think that these silver needles are the material of 10,000-year-old dark iron, they are invincible, but today the light shield of the Cangli Divine Sword can't penetrate it. It's incredible.

Just when the masked man was stunned, the blue light fluttered, the figure moved lightly, and the peerless figure was already floating in the air, and the Cangli Divine Sword in his hand had already been raised high.

With a dazzling blue glow, the Cangli Divine Sword kept flickering, like a surging blue cyclone dotted out. As if wrapped in the power of tens of thousands of years, with a clear sound, the sword slashed straight down in mid-air.

The sharp sword qi swept away those silver needles like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, but there was not even a minute of stagnation, the sword roared to the sky, and the huge blue sword pillar smashed towards the masked man's face like a wild horse.

The masked man reacted at this time, but it was to no avail, this cold peerless sword blade was unavoidable at all, and the masked man had long lost his calmness, so he had to bite his teeth, and his body retreated as far as possible, and in a moment, he had already retreated dozens of feet away.

However, the blue sword pillar that was like a substance seemed to have eyes, with an undying momentum, and it was like a shadow, no! It was half a minute faster than the man's retreating figure, and the mountain came straight like a tsunami.

For the first time, the masked man felt helpless.

Duanmu Ning didn't have the slightest excitement in his cold face, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter who you are, you just die!"

"Ahh

The next moment, he was swept by this sword pillar and shattered his bones.

In despair, the battle intent surging in the masked man's heart overwhelmed the fear of this powerful sword pillar, and he roared: "Like a dream soul snatching fan, sacrifice me!"

The dream-like soul snatcher fan suspended in mid-air seemed to understand the master's language, and it trembled slightly, but it didn't hesitate at all, and a streamer blocked in front of the master. There was a slight sorrow in the streamer.

"Boom-" With an earth-shattering bang, the blue pillar of light transformed by the Cangli Divine Sword instantly collided with the Dream Soul Snatcher Fan. The strong air wave suddenly spread, and the surrounding trees in a radius of dozens of zhang were impacted by this air wave, and they all broke in an instant, staggering from side to side.

Duanmu Ningque was also affected by this wave of qi, snorted, and suddenly retreated dozens of steps back before he could barely stabilize his figure.

At the moment when the Cangli Divine Sword collided with the Dream Soul Snatcher Fan, a dazzling blue light burst out in an instant, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, forming a dazzling blue beam, and the blue beam rushed towards the sky with incomparable momentum.

Rushing into the air, the blue beam exploded and dissipated like fireworks.

Duanmu Ningque stabilized his figure, pinched the law, and returned to Duanmu Ningque's side with a roar from the divine sword.

Looking at the dream-like soul snatcher fan that was still full of aura just now, the blue light is no longer there, just like a piece of broken iron sheet, trembling and suspended in mid-air, gently rotating, like a broken dead leaf.

Eventually, the dream-like Soul Retainer Fan was no longer lifeless, and it fell from mid-air with a thud, smashing into the rugged ground with a dull sound.

At this moment, this is a piece of broken iron, and no one thought that it was once extremely brilliant.

At the same time, the masked man exclaimed in pain: "Like a dream to capture the soul fan...... grief started in his heart, and the rush of fire and the tremor of the impact of Fang Cai, a mouthful of blood slowly flowed out along the gap in the mask.

Wanting to stand up again has become a luxury.

The dream-like soul-snatching fan, no longer hearing the call of the master, has become a broken copper and iron body, suddenly there are bursts of yellow fire, after a while, the fire is raging, in an instant, the last body of the dream-like soul-snatching fan has also turned into a little ash with this burning flame.

With the demise of the Dream Soul Snatcher Fan, there is one less treasure in this world.

The masked man was suddenly extremely sad, his body had already fallen to the ground, and he couldn't move at all, but his voice was full of hatred: "Duanmu Ningque, you destroyed my magic weapon, this hatred is not shared!"

Duanmu Ningque slowly walked up to the masked man, and said coldly: "If you want revenge, let's talk about it in the next life, now I want to see what kind of face is hidden behind this mask!"

With that, a sword slashed at the mask.

Seeing that the identity of the masked man was about to be revealed, suddenly, an old voice came from behind Duanmu Ningque and said: "Little girl, the murderous aura is too heavy, it's not good after all!

The voice fell, and Duanmu Ningque felt a strong cold wind behind him, and couldn't help but be shocked. It was too late to turn around, so I had to swing sideways to the left.

The blue skirt passed by, and the wind could be missed. Duanmu Ningque raised the sword in his hand, his cold eyes were solemn, he raised his head and said coldly: "Who is coming, the plot behind the scenes, it is not bright at all!"

The gray shadow flashed in front of him, and he had already crossed Duanmu Ningque and came to the injured masked man, gently helping him up. He whispered and cared: "How are you, can you still mobilize your true qi?"

When the masked man saw the person in front of him suddenly appear, his heart was settled, and he said very gratefully: "Father-in-law, I'm fine!"

Duanmu Ning Que looked intently, and only then did he see an old man in gray cloth in front of him, who described the old man as old and withered, with wrinkles and piles of walls. He seemed to be more than a few hundred years old, his face was old and wrinkled, his long white eyebrows and white beard, his hair was snow-white, and even his body was trembling, as if he was about to be blown down by a gust of wind.

If you look at it coldly, it is true, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, and the wind and candles are dying.

However, if you look closely, you can find that although the pupils of the eyes are already a little cloudy, there is a sharp and domineering aura in the eyes that cannot be stopped at all, and the spirit is strong, and there is a dark green giant wrench on the middle finger of the left hand that seems to flow, showing that this old man is by no means ordinary.

Duanmu Ningque looked at it for a while, and secretly said in his heart, this old man is at such an age, and he is not an idle person when he looks at Fang Cai's skills, but there is no trace of true qi flowing up and down his body, and he can't see how much this cultivation is.

This shows one point, either this old man has no cultivation at all, or with the help of some external force just now, or this old man's cultivation is too much higher than himself, and he can't detect his cultivation realm at all when he is exhausted.

But Duanmu Ningque thought that he was cold and arrogant, and thought in his heart, no matter what he cultivated, when he came today, he asked his Cangli Divine Sword if he would let him go.

Just when he was stunned, the old man had already grabbed the masked man and turned to leave.

Duanmu Ningque's cold eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Since you are here, then you will stay!"

Before the words were finished, a blue light appeared from the divine sword, like a dragon leaping into the sea, bullying the body, and the cold sword qi came straight in an instant.

The old man didn't even look back, and snorted coldly: "Little girl, don't think that you are great if you hold the vicissitudes, I don't fight with you, you are not qualified enough!

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't look back, as if he didn't care about the Cangli Divine Sword that stabbed behind him, and held the masked young man, but he didn't see how to behave, and he had already floated ten zhang away.

At this moment, the cold glow of the Cangli Divine Sword had already broken through the wind. However, what shocked Duanmu Ningque was that when the sword blade was still half an inch away from the old man, it was motionless, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he flickered, it was difficult to take half a step forward.

Duanmu Ningque was taken aback, and instantly mobilized the cultivation of the Yuanying Great Perfection, snorted coldly, and the true qi of his whole body pressed towards the Cangli Divine Sword that was fixed there.

However, to no avail.

The old man, sneering, did not look back, only flung the wide sleeves of his robe back, and Duanmu Ningque felt a great strange force rushing towards him.

The strange power was extremely powerful, and Duanmu Ningque only felt as if he had hit a big mountain, and his body couldn't help but retreat.

When I stood up, I went to look for the two people, but they were long gone.

Duanmu Ningque was secretly annoyed, and slammed the Cangli Divine Sword upside down on the ground, and his eyes became more and more cold.

Suddenly, a word came from the vast sky: "Little girl, if you want to know who I am, or if you want to catch the culprit who killed Ouyang Yue, and let your master go to the Extreme Eastern Sea to kill the poison gate, I will wait for his master......"

Duanmu Ningque was stunned, Killing Poison Gate! Could it be that this old man is the master of the Killing Poison Sect - the Hundred Poison Ancestor?