The sky was covered with frost and snow, mixed with grass clippings, and turned into a rising and dancing silver snake.

The sky in the distance, the snow-white storm that soared into the sky, could be seen dozens of miles away.

Tian Yu, who was galloping on a horse, raised his head at the edge of the territory of the Mother River, looked at this "familiar" snowspout, his expression was extremely shocked, and then his complexion changed suddenly...... This snowspout is "moving" towards the battlefield.

Is it a coincidence?

Still is...... Destined for it.

Tian Yu remembered the scene when he first encountered "Urle", in a barren grassland full of devastation and strong winds, the Prophet said to himself that this place had been attacked by a "snow tornado", but fortunately, the tornado had dissipated...... Then they picked up the unconscious man, the lucky one who was initially seen as deaf and mute.

So they encountered a second snowspout.

I also saw the scene of Ning Yitianshen descending to earth, alone, fighting against the heavy snow tide.

At the time of the evacuation, Tian Yu was the closest person to the storm...... And when he faced the snowspout, he vaguely heard the impact of swords and the sound of horses' hooves rushing in torrents, and in that snowspout, there seemed to be another battlefield.

......

......

"Boom—"

The thunder roared, and the electric light rendered the sky and the earth white.

Ning Yi pushed the Eastern Emperor and swept into the distance, this sword qi Changhong, along the way, destroyed the withered and decayed, crushed the source of the black mist, where it passed, the undead iron rider roared and raised his sword to slash down, and then under the impact of divinity, it turned into powder in an instant, and the ashes were scattered and rolled down, sweeping out a blasting air flow several miles long.

Donghuang clenched his fists expressionlessly and slammed down.

Ning Yi's shoulder made a "click" sound.

Ning Yi's expression was dull, he bit his lip tightly, and his body was scattered by the two fists of the Eastern Emperor, but then there was a golden light shrouded in it, and the raw words were shining brightly, flowing in the blood, which was the only way he could rely on to fight the Qi Machine with the Eastern Emperor.

"Character scroll" is in.

Like the Eastern Emperor, he also has a near-immortal body.

"Urle—"

An angry roar rang in his ears.

Ning Yi felt that the flesh and blood on his shoulders were hollowed out, and Donghuang raised his arms suddenly, and with a "tear" sound, as if he had pulled out something...... The ten fingers of his hands were dripping with blood, clutching a large bulging black robe, which was wrapped in heavy "things", and the shoulders of Ning Yi were already empty, revealing the white bones.

The two crashed into the distance.

Ning Yi let go of his hands, the fierce wind was like a blade, cutting his skin, especially falling on his shoulder, the flesh and blood had been broken, hitting the bones, as if he was sharpening a knife in the depths of his soul, his face was pale, and he bit his lip stubbornly, the chill and killing intent of this snowspout were stronger than the two times he had encountered before.

A cloud of golden light swept out of the scroll and enveloped him, but even that could not offset the pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

Ning Yi controlled the sword with his mind, shot out the fine snow fiercely, looked at the snowspout in the distance, and a bloody light flew out, and the two of them crashed into it one after the other, or rather...... It was swallowed by this huge storm, the sword light went and returned, and was grabbed by Ning Yi, and there was still dark blood left on the blade of the sword, which turned into a curling mist and broke out under the flow of divinity.

Put the sword back in its sheath.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, his body was like a wandering dead grass, being swept up into the air, and in this snowspout, his starlight sense gradually decreased...... Having lost all external force, he simply levitated and rolled, sensing the movements around him with his divine thoughts.

The heavens and the earth are dark.

The figure of the "Eastern Emperor" disappeared in the interior of this snowspout...... But there is no doubt that the sword that Ning Yi handed out at the end caused him a lot of injuries.

The two of them are like hunters and prey hidden in the mountain fog, carefully mediating, hiding their bodies in the dark, looking for a preemptive opportunity.

However...... Although Ning Yi is very good at waiting, ambushing.

But the Eastern Emperor is the darkness itself.

In the back of his head, a slight sound of breaking the air was almost negligible in the midst of the violent storm.

It's like a pebble that breaks through the calm waters of a lake.

"Tear up".

A wide black robe appeared behind Ning Yi, silently, and the Eastern Emperor held an invisible wind blade in his hand, like a sharp long cone, and the power of the source shattered it layer by layer, so it easily tore through the void and penetrated down.

Ning Yi's ears buzzed slightly.

He heard it.

But it's too late...... Sometimes, the eyes and ears are not credible.

This sentence was said by Senior Sister Qianshou to Ning Yi.

When teaching the "Six Senses" cultivation technique, Qianshou said to Ning Yi that the eyes, ears, nose, all the senses may deceive oneself or be dull...... And the starlight, physique, and divine thoughts that a practitioner cultivates, in the final analysis, are all "cultivating the mind".

A clear and unstained heart is aware of the vibrations of heaven and earth, and can see the breath of all living beings.

This is the highest state of the cultivation of the six senses.

The clearer the heart, the sharper it becomes.

There is nothing in the world that can deceive you.

Whether it is darkness or light, even if you close your eyes, you can see and see clearly.

Ning Yi had already closed his eyes.

He couldn't see anything, but the sounds, pictures, and breath around him were more clear, the frost grass and grass clippings dancing wildly around his black robe, the horse's hooves galloping like a torrent in the distance, and countless "pitch black evil qi" that was lowered but still clearly audible in his back, turned around behind him, took shape, and turned into a huge black-robed figure.

Prey and Hunter ...... The difference between being able to see and not being able to see is the difference between being able to see and being invisible.

When Ning Yi became, he was the one who could see it more clearly.

He became a hunter.

With a sound of "Qiang", without concealing it at all, the sound of the fierce sword being drawn out of the sheath, Ning Yi did not draw the sword himself, but urged General Pei Min's "sword finger killing" method, and the fine snow sword qi swept out on its own, and at the moment when the Eastern Emperor pounced down, it turned into a blazing white light, and collided with it fiercely.

"Tear up", the black robe was cut by the sword qi, Ning Yi turned around, he was almost the opposite of the East Emperor's face, the distance between the two was extremely close, and the flying sword was close at hand, this sword pierced the East Emperor's chest, as before, a fist-sized hole was punched, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the source or the blood mist of blood, which spread out in the sky above the snow tornado.

Ning Yi saw the angry and distorted face of the Eastern Emperor.

Still not killed...... But enough to make him miserable.

Ning Yi raised his hands, Donghuang's crash fell, his arms crossed, almost blocking the front door, the blasting qi wave rippled in the impact place, Ning Yi's mind went blank, and the same pain exploded in his divine sea...... The fight and wrestling between the two people, until now, still has no obvious upper hand and lower hand, just like two drunken and brawling outlaws, exchanging pain and injuries with each other, but neither can kill anyone.

Until, the sound of the second flying sword tearing through the void.

Donghuang's pupils contracted, and within this extremely close distance, he could barely avoid it, and a light lit up at the center of Ning Yi's eyebrows...... In his divine pool, there are also three flying swords of extremely high rank.

The treasure of the Academy.

Turtle text, dragon algae, white rainbow.

One of them, on the bank of the Apocalypse River, when fighting with the Little White Emperor, the sword spirit was seriously injured and could not fly away from the divine pool, even if it was forced, it could not pierce the body of the Eastern Emperor, and the other two, at this moment, swept out one after the other, the speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, and the shadows of these two sword weapons adhered together were not actually a flying sword.

Donghuang's pupils constricted.

There is no way to avoid it.

Only hard-wired.

This young generation of the demon clan who defeated the Great Sui Immortal in the Treasure Bead Mountain of the Gray Land Realm had encountered almost the same moves before...... It's just that Luo Changsheng's sword is mighty, nailing himself with four Qiangshan long swords, before that, it is equivalent to announcing to the world.

I'm going to kill you like this.

This is a conspiracy.

And the two flying swords that swept out of Ning Yi's eyebrows were without warning, like a ray of light in the dark storm.

It's unreasonable.

When it comes out of the sheath, it is full of murderous machines, pouring out.

It's a conspiracy.

Ning Yi has never been a righteous gentleman, especially in this kind of battle of life and death, who loses and who dies...... He has always been stingy in hiding his real killer moves.

If the powder snow can be broken head-on, then use the powder snow.

Fine snow cannot.

So...... He has a lot of other means.

A flying sword swept directly into the mouth of the Eastern Emperor, and a thunderous explosion sounded in the throat of the black-robed man, and the sword qi was raging and rolling, almost swallowing his stomach...... And the flying sword sleeping in the sword holder's divine pool, how much divine power it contains, only those who have experienced it can know, the black robe was instantly propped up by the sword qi, countless sources rumbled and echoed, and the continuous sound reverberated in the black robe.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, he didn't even see blood?

The piercing sound of gold and iron colliding, and the mournful roar of the sword spirit.

A mouthful of bright teeth, clenching the "white rainbow".

With a mouth full of teeth, the Eastern Emperor clamped the first flying sword, and immediately after, the second flying sword also struck out.

This sword, the front and back connection was only instantaneous, hitting the hilt of the "Bai Hong", holding the tip of the flying sword against the tip of the flying sword with the tip of his tongue, forcibly swallowing the Eastern Emperor who was full of sword qi, a raging and sharp roar sounded in his throat, and the back of his neck exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which was almost comparable to the pain of Luo Changsheng's sword!

The two flying swords pierced through the flesh and blood, almost lifting the head of the Eastern Emperor, flying across the air, turning into two long lines, and when Ning Yi withdrew his hand, they swept back into the sleeve robe.

Ning Yi fell to the ground, his expression pale, and the fine snow also returned to its sheath.

He trampled on the grassland ground, surrounded by flying grass clippings and snow.

The eyes are heavy.

Just the flying sword was handed out...... It was already the biggest killer move he grasped.

There is no doubt that the two swords just now are enough to leave a deep memory for the reborn Eastern Emperor.

But the death hole of the "Eastern Emperor" was still not found.

The two flying swords were constantly trembling in the sleeve robe, and after being contaminated with the "Source Evil", the original divinity and spiritual wisdom were faintly showing signs of collapse...... Compared to the flying sword spirit that was violently dispersed by the Little White Emperor, the current situation of these two flying swords is even more miserable.