The mountain road is rugged.

The sword energy echoed.

Two figures were walking on the Qingshan Avenue one by one.

The towering ancient trees were uprooted all the way. The "young gentleman" in the academy was as light as a duckweed. He stepped on the branches of the ancient trees. Heavy rain was magnificent, and the strong wind suddenly rose. The thick leaves dipped in thick raindrops were swept up by the strong wind. He followed behind him. His face was as calm as usual. His big sleeves swayed in the wind, and his body was almost parallel to the ground. He stepped on like a dragonfly, and then shot out like a fast arrow.

Great freedom lies between heaven and earth.

When you reach his realm, you will have the rhythm of heaven and earth when you exhale and inhale.

The starry light came in a mottled manner, more violent than the strong wind. He no longer restrained himself, but was ready to let go of his hands and feet to a real battle.

This big green mountain appears majestic and silent in the storm and occasional lightning.

A sharp wind blew by.

The young man behind him who was close to the sculpture with a sword weapon on his back was running taciturn on the mountain road in the green mountains. Ning Yi was not fast. The ability of the divine consciousness of "sword weapon is close to" was all due to his "Bone Plain", which stripped away the divine crystal of the Lion Heart Emperor. Before the fight broke out, the divine consciousness of the great sword cultivator fell silent.

Countless gravels and big trees hit each other, Ning Yi's face was firm, and the sword energy in his body cut open all the things that were blocking him.

The gentle and mellow sound of the sword weapon sounded again in Ning Yi's heart.

"The sword cultivation path you took is very good... After me, many amazing juniors appeared in the world, which is a good thing." He paused and murmured: "If this person's sword skills continue, it will be very scary."

Ning Yi knows who the sword weapon is talking about recently.

All my own sword cultivation path can be opened up due to Xu Zang.

Xu Zang's swordsmanship was taught by Lord Pei Min.

Ning Yi raised his head and said that the "young scholar" who was walking very fast seemed to have specially selected this Qingshan as the battlefield.

The incense of Yingtian Mansion continues, and this green mountain has a lot of accumulation and fortune. The "young scholar" is rushing all the way, constantly absorbing the vitality and star brilliance between heaven and earth, trying to strengthen himself and reach its peak.

The divine thoughts near the sword weapon did not seem to have much fluctuations. The senior also saw what the "young scholar" did, but he didn't care. He just looked at it indifferently and allowed the "young scholar" to continue to climb the situation.

"Senior...who is your real opponent?"

Ning Yi asked carefully.

The divine thoughts that were close to the sword weapon were silent for a moment.

"Even if you are placed in the world of the Sui Dynasty, the four realms of the realm of the four realms can be at least among the top ten for thousands of years."

Ning Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

The sword weapon has reached an extremely high level and can get such praise from him...

What kind of person is this?

"Don't worry...you must have heard of it." Jianqijin said calmly: "His title and grade rank are extremely high, and the trump card that the academy can best show is him."

Ning Yi had a vague answer in his heart.

Sword Artifact Mir murmured: "I am only one step away from breaking the realm. Cao Pi and others took the opportunity to design it. They brought Long Zao Turtle Wen and Bai Hong's three hanging swords to suppress my small cave heaven and brought the entire small cave heaven to the imperial tomb."

Speaking of this, the sword weapon paused, and Ning Yi could feel that the senior's thoughts scanned his body, as if he wanted to see if he had stepped into the imperial tomb.

The answer is very obvious.

Sword Artifact chuckled and continued, "That battle was not a tragic battle. The three great sword cultivators in the academy underestimated my strength. If they fight one-on-one, at best... it is not as good as the emperor in front of me. So I grabbed three swords and prepared to retreat again and break the realm, but an accident happened."

Ning Yi came to the top of Daqing Mountain and placed the clay sculpture on the ground.

He let out a long sigh, probably knowing what happened later.

The sword weapon sitting with both hands holding her knees approached, and her face gradually became full of energy.

The voice of the divine thought became heavier.

"Ning Yi."

“It’s hard to be immortal… it’s really hard.”

"I left a divine thought. The sword energy in the small cave heaven blocked the remaining divine nature just to welcome this battle."

The boy in black robe stared at the tall clay sculpture statue, and the divine mind that was close to the sword weapon slowly said: "After this battle, if this body did not collapse, then if you inject divinity, I will still recover... But the divinity you have to pay for is no longer what it is now."

Ning Yi stood in the heavy rain.

He pursed his lips and clenched his fists.

In the final battle, facing the big man in Yingtian Mansion, aren’t even sure even the senior of the sword weapon?

The statue did not come alive immediately, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised and he whispered: "Sword practice, tens of millions of paths, and wielding a sword and pointing to kill is the easiest method... I will use three flying swords as an example to give you a fortune."

Ning Yi slowly closed his eyes.

He silently recited a word in his heart.

"good."

The divine thoughts of the sword weapon spread out between the heart lakes. The soul of the ancestor of the Bailu Cave Academy was quite gentle and did not give him any discomfort.

Sword Artillery said softly: "Ning Yi, relax."

Ning Yi let go of his body and let the 360 ​​acupoints all over his body pass through unimpeded.

He knew that this was a sword master who wanted to use his body to lead out the "final rival".

......

......

The emperor who was floating in the air had big sleeves and big robe and drums, his hair became swaying and growing, his face was full of energy, his skin was shining, his eyes were shining, and his whole body returned to the youngest moment.

It suddenly seemed like a god among immortals.

The state of Nirvana, living towards death.

If you fight with all your might, you will slowly swim through the long river of life you have traveled and choose the state where you have the strongest combat power.

He raised his palms to the emperor and slowly folded his palms.

The great trend of heaven and earth, the storm and clouds are thriving.

"I thought that after these years, the Bailu Cave Academy had already exhausted the so-called 'trump card'..." He narrowed his eyes at the emperor, folded his hands, and aimed his palms at the black-robed boy and the clay sculpture statue: "I never thought that the so-called great sword cultivator was born. What is your imperial seal?"

The clay sculpture was silent.

Ning Yibing said three words coldly.

"The sword weapon is close!"

"The sword weapon is close to...the unknown rat."

The "young scholar" who has been in great time said indifferently: "I have practiced for hundreds of years and have been invincible all the way. I have only relied on my fists and feet throughout my life and have always despised swords."

This is finished.

The palms are folded on the back.

The lightning suddenly dropped, and the green mountains trembled.

The wind stormed down the top of the green mountain, and the sharp wind knife instantly scraped past, pouring ancient trees and wild grasses across, living creatures bowed their heads, and grass leaves flew over.

A huge handprint was pressed against the top of the green mountain. The ancient wood rising from the ground was crushed from top to bottom and turned into powder. It burst into pieces and scattered wood chips, and the starlight and rain turned against the current.

The center of the storm is completely different from that outside. After the storm of strong winds and waves, everything is quiet.

Three hanging swords, not moving or shaking.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes calmly.

At this moment, Ning Yi's swordsmanship cultivation reached an incredible level.

He slowly raised one hand.

As I did in Qingshan Mansion before, I first tapped the "White Rainbow" with one finger, but this extremely high-ranking hanging sword did not lean forward and rushed upward as before. Instead, I paused slightly, and slowly raised forward with the tip of the sword pointing downward. When Ning Yi tapped the third hanging sword at the same "slow" speed, his finger touched and pressed against the thick sword body of "Guiwen", and made a dull impact.

Three hanging swords burst out upwards almost at the same time, and three colors of black, white and red entangled between the world.

The strong wind shattered.

Raindrops shattered.

Ancient trees are broken.

The shoulder of the "young scholar" was smashed through with a "whip" sound and contracted towards the emperor's pupils. This time, real pain came from his shoulders. What was soaring out was no longer scattered starlight, but scarlet blood beads mixed with.

"Pirate the sword and point to the killing method..." Ning Yi murmured softly.

The divine thoughts near the sword weapon wandered all over the body.

Between the heaven and earth, above the green mountains, the sword energy stretches like a long line, scarlet red as blood, as dark as night, pale as snow, thunder suddenly appears, pointing to the killing method, the sword energy is all based on one thought, and the sword energy turns into a line, Ning Yi is the "sword master" in this world.

A ray of light flashed in Ning Yi's eyes.

He clenched his five fingers and pulled them through the air. The body of the "young scholar" was as if struck by lightning in the back of his heart. His face was pale and spewed out a large mouthful of blood. The "Dragon Algae" long sword had been pierced through his heart and lungs dozens of rounds. The speed of the sword energy was so fast that it was incredible.

The "old man" who had been in the Nirvana realm for a long time in the tomb, even in his current state of prosperity, could not capture the trajectory of the sword energy with his naked eyes and divine thoughts.

Standing on the green mountains and relaxing his body, Ning Yi, who was completely controlled by a sword weapon, was as if he had been immersed in an extremely mysterious state.
To be continued...