The sword is empty, and it will finally be sheathed for a thousand years, and there will be a sound of sand in an instant.

Such a sound, resounding in the sky:

"Under this sword, there is no namelessness. ”

"Extraterritorial demons, you can defeat these unscrupulous kendo descendants of this seat, it can be seen that cultivation, you are qualified to listen to the name of this seat. ”

"This seat is ordered to come to the east, living in seclusion in the White Deer Cave, no relatives and no reason, no hobbies, no desires, no desires, no life and no death, there is only one sword, and there is nothing else. ”

"The way of the sword in this state is to make a certain pass, and the survival of this state is also to make a certain exist. ”

"For thousands of years, the sword is sharp, there is no road ahead, and it is sad. ”

"I rejoiced in thy coming. I tried the sword with you, and I came out of the front back then, and I went further, and I was very happy. ”

Between heaven and earth, the voice of Ling Donglai was echoing, and Ning Feng looked at the extreme north, and there was a huge figure in good clothes, like the pole pillar of the sky, standing tall and drawing his sword.

Sometimes, it is the image of a stereotypical old man with a well-dressed belt, and sometimes it is a sword, supporting the sky and the earth, and the sword body is a pillar of heaven.

"Good fellows. ”

"Supreme Sword Soul. ”

In a trance, Ning Feng seemed to be able to see an old man still sitting in a simple hole, frozen inside and out, not moving at all, and he didn't even raise his eyelids, but his spirit kept rising, and the divine sword on his knee resonated, manifesting the supreme sword soul in the void.

Such strength is unparalleled.

"No wonder it's not bragging to say that there is no way ahead. ”

"This kind of realm cultivation is also a sword cultivation ......"

"Trouble. ”

When Ning Feng felt troublesome, trouble had already come to his door.

In the far east, there is a phantom of the sword soul. Draw your Heavenly Sword. Far away in the direction where Ning Feng was. One Finger:

"The name of the sword is peerless, please enter and perish!"

The peerless sword god ordered the east to come, with the peerless sword, please Ning Feng, into destruction!

"Boom!"

A sword aura burst out.

The sword qi tore through the sky, and the distance of thousands of miles was regarded as idleness, passing through the place. The sky is cracked, the earth trembles, and the endless wind and clouds and rain are all cut down.

The sword qi is still on the way, and the endless heaven and earth vitality gathers in the past, and with every breath, its aura is strengthened a hundred times.

Ning Feng inexplicably, he had a feeling that this sword could not be avoided or escaped. There is no escape, there is nowhere to escape. There is no other way but to block it head-on.

He could clearly feel that when the sword qi crossed thousands of miles away, it was the peak moment when its power climbed to the extreme, and even the sky could be opened.

Ning Feng instinctively wanted to move.

He wanted to raise his hand and release the Mountain of Light, and he wanted to shake his foot and lead out the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket, but he couldn't.

Obviously sitting safely on the Glass Throne, Ning Feng felt that he was alone in his malice towards the whole world, and there were frequent illusions in front of him, as if he was going to pull him into some strange situation.

In front of his eyes, once again, there were all withered and fallen leaves, sprinkled down.

The whole world, as depressed as possible, slaughtered and slaughtered, entered the golden autumn.

Ning Feng saw that there were lush greenery, verdant forests, purple and red, flowers blooming, and hundreds of beasts, insects and birds, full of vitality......

When a certain moment comes, the grass and trees wither, the prosperity withers, and all the beasts, insects and birds are killed by heaven and earth.

Autumn!

Autumn bleak!

Autumn Kill!

With the rotation of the four seasons, the autumn is sparse and killed, and the punishment is carried out on behalf of the heavens, and the vitality of heaven and earth is cut off.

"Shhh

"I see. ”

Above Ning Feng's head, a primordial god formed purely of immeasurable light emerged and pulled him out of the gloom of autumn.

After this scene, he finally knew what the sword perception of the peerless sword god Ling Donglai was, how did the peerless sword come about, and what did the so-called "please enter and perish" refer to?

"Autumn!"

"Ling Donglai is worthy of being an extreme sword cultivator, a supreme powerhouse, he actually captured all the autumn sorrows in heaven and earth, and used them as swords. ”

"No wonder you dare to name the sword 'peerless', such a sword is not peerless, what sword is peerless?!"

"With the peerless sword, he has exhausted the gloom and slaughter of autumn, and this state is a place, and it may even be in the realm of the heavens, so far there is no autumn season. ”

"It's terrible. ”

Ning Feng's heart was full of shock, he never thought that there would be a monk who could do this, even one realm, the artistic conception of one realm and one realm, and from then on, let one realm have no autumn.

Such a realm is so high that even the sky is about to be pierced.

"Please enter the destruction, a good one invites the king to perish, it is not people who want to perish, but this heaven and earth. ”

"Heaven and earth are slaughtered, condensed into a sword, isn't it exactly the meaning of inviting a realm to be destroyed? This is the power to cut the sky. ”

Ning Feng was shocked in his heart, but his movements were not half a minute slower.

As his thoughts flashed, the god on top of his head sat down in a deep light, just like himself.

In an instant, Ning Feng and the glazed throne under the throne were shrouded in the Great Yen God, and in a short period of time, they were separated from this heaven and earth, and were not affected by the artistic conception of endless autumn.

Immediately after, he raised his hand again.

This time, the Mountain of Light did not emerge, but at the center of Ning Feng's eyebrows, there was a whirlpool that was constantly forming and sweeping.

In the depths of the whirlpool, within the Purple Mansion, there is a bright topaz seal, shining brightly.

Ning Feng's raised hand was raised to the highest point, and his palm was not clenched, but as if he was holding something, he flipped his palm and fell down heavily.

Suddenly, in the vast world, a voice full of endless majesty sounded:

"Jun Ling:

The four seasons rotate, each with its own time and place. ”

This is not Ning Feng's voice, there is endless ruthlessness, endless indifference, and indescribable emotions, inexhaustible emotions, it is the supreme Heavenly Emperor, the great affection and benevolence for all beings in heaven and earth.

In the void, above the Yellow Spring for a hundred miles, an imaginary image appeared out of thin air.

The Ming topaz seal was condensed, and a palm stretched out from the big sleeves of the wide robe appeared on it, grasping the jade seal and falling downward.

Under the jade seal, there is a golden silk silk silk unfolded.

On it, lines of handwriting clearly emerged, which was exactly what the previous voice said.

At the same time, ten thousand sword qi. Thousands of miles away. With the momentum of the eye. is bombarding on the Ming topaz seal.

Suddenly, on the glazed throne, Ning Feng's body trembled;

Suddenly, in the extreme eastern firmament, the supreme sword soul from the east was distorted.

The vast world seems to be frozen at this moment, and everything is still.

After that, there was a burst of colorful light. It burst out from the place where the sword qi collided with the Ming Huangyu seal.

It is a huge roulette wheel with four distinct seasons: the vigor of spring, the fiery frenzy of summer, the bleakness and slaughter of autumn, and the extinction and gestation of winter......

Among them, the autumn ring was originally missing, but in the rotation, there were lights and shadows constantly extracted from the sword qi to make up for the roulette.

A rotating room. Ten thousand zhang sword qi slashed the fierceness of heaven and earth, and dispersed too much.

"Four Seasons Roulette. The origin of heaven and earth. ”

Ning Feng smiled on his face, unnoticedly relaxed, and leaned back on the backrest of the Glazed Throne.

"The inheritance given by the prince Liuxian, with the heavenly constitution in his mouth, and the law follows, is from a higher level, directly commanding heaven and earth, and it is really wonderful. ”

He didn't finish a thought, the virtual image of the Ming Huangyu seal dissipated in the void, and the sword qi broke through the air, and the land of a hundred miles swept by.

It is still composed of majestic sword qi, and the power is earth-shattering, such a sword is the world's first peak, and it will also be two sections, even if it is a great river that lasts forever, it will also be cut off.

Ning Feng looked as usual, and the hand on the armrest was lifted by an inch, and then slapped down.

Suddenly, the yellow spring water rushed, and the Jiuqu Yellow River array rose up, like a birdcage, catching the bird of sword qi.

The water of the Yellow Spring washes away the spirituality, and the mixed yuan golden bucket wears away the spiritual power.

Ning Feng could clearly see that since entering the Jiuqu Yellow River Great Array, the sword qi was constantly being consumed and shrinking, as if it had been placed on the grinding plate, and the sword qi was worn out.

The sword qi is unstoppable, and the range of a hundred miles passes by on weekdays, but at this moment, it seems to be a donkey pulling a grinding plate, obviously walking non-stop, but it can't take a step forward.

"Ling Donglai, peerless sword god, amazing. ”

Ning Feng didn't move at all, and sighed in admiration.

In front of him, the friction between the ten thousand zhang sword qi and the Jiuqu Yellow River Great Array had reached the extreme.

The water of the Yellow River calmed down again, the Mixed Yuan Jin Dou Void spread out, and the last edge of the sword qi came straight to his eyebrows.

Ning Feng sighed while erecting two fingers and pinching them at the center of his eyebrows.

"Collapse!"

A sound of disintegration rang out.

Between Ning Feng's two fingers, a small sword condensed by sword qi was struggling, trying to get out of control;

So, it really broke.

Between Ning Feng's fingers, the sword light disintegrated, the sword qi collapsed, and the scattered sword qi could not hurt the scattered points under the shroud of the Great Yen God.

It's over.

Ning Feng stood up for the first time since the peerless sword god Ling Donglai sent out a shocking sword, and looked at the sword soul phantom standing up to the sky in the extreme east.

"The power of a sword, condensing a realm of autumn to kill Xiao Se, across thousands of miles of land, I will follow the words of the son to stay in the immortals, and respond to the Yellow River Formation of the Nine Songs of the Yellow River with the mixed yuan golden bucket. ”

"Even so, let the last wisp of sword qi come in front of me. ”

"The peerless sword god Ling Donglai, the peerless sword, are worthy of the name of 'peerless'. ”

In Ning Feng's heart, he didn't mean to ignore this peerless sword god.

"Extraterritorial demons, it's really extraordinary. ”

In the extreme east, the phantom of the sword soul was gradually dispersing, but its voice suddenly had a rumbling meaning, as if it was finally serious.

"You deserve to be here for a thousand years, and for the first time you will walk out of the White Deer Cave and go for a while. ”

When the words fell, the figures and sword shadows dispersed, and the whole world suddenly fell silent.

"Headache. ”

Ning Feng really had to press his finger on the center of his eyebrows, stopping the non-existent pain: "Thousands of miles away, striking each other in the air, there is still such a might, it is really close at hand, how powerful is it?"

"And ......"

He sighed, sat down on the glazed throne very depressed, and raised his eyes to look a hundred miles away.

There, a figure appeared leisurely, just right outside the Jiuqu Yellow River array.

“...... The trouble isn't just one. (To be continued......)