The blazing sword light of fine snow penetrated the line of the world and then pressed down.

Three ancient swords in Qiangshan, a sword thought contained by the banished immortal, spread out in the air—

Wang Yi's cultivation has already entered the eighth realm. Even if he throws away Luo Changsheng's sword thoughts from the three ancient swords, he will rely solely on his own sword energy. Looking at the Great Sui Dynasty, it is rare.

The sword energy of this sword soared into the sky.

Then, above the sky, there seemed to be a trembling sound of wind and thunder.

The little sword immortal Wang Yi, who had a ferocious expression, stepped on the Iron Sword Mountain Hall, and gravels were constantly stirred up at the bottom of his feet. A spider web of sword energy covered it. His black robe was swelling inch. The empty "sword weapon" he pulled out collided with Xixue.

Three ancient swords surrounded him, spinning wildly, turning into bee shadows.

Ning Yi's figure was almost flooded with the majestic sword energy.

Jiang Yuxu's big real man narrowed his eyes and raised his head.

He saw the black robe swaying wildly in the blazing sword energy.

There is also an extremely dazzling sword energy.

The moment of sheathing.

The outcome is decided.

A wisp of wind and thunder fell from the dome like a thunderous and shattered all the sword energy along the way.

It is divine.

Jiang Yuxu, who had a calm expression, suddenly frowned. At this moment, he finally understood where the "divine nature" in Gu Xiaoyu's palm came from... There is no perfect genius in this world, even Luo Changsheng is no exception. He does not believe that someone carries both the innate Vajra body and the divine gift.

There was only one problem he still couldn't figure it out.

How did Ning Yi’s divine nature be given to outsiders?

The thunder sound of Tiejian Mountain rolled away.

"kill!"

Ning Yi had already had the idea of ​​killing at this moment.

He split the sword energy that burst out after the three ancient swords in Qiangshan merged with one sword, hovered over the Iron Sword Mountain, shaking his body one by one, no longer staying.

The eyes were locked in Wang Yi.

The little sword fairy's aura was blown to pieces by the sword energy, and his eyes were shocked. He never expected that he would not do anything to Ning Yi with the three ancient Qiangshan sword energy machines as a pull, and under the battle between the sword energy just now.

Among the eight realms, the one with the surname Ning is so strong?

Wang Yi looked at the black shirt holding the sword again and raised it.

His thoughts moved, and three ancient swords roared forever!

It is not easy to activate these three ancient swords. The eldest brother has been away from Shenxianju for a while. When he left, he did not take away anything. So the three ancient swords were hung in the cave. Because the master's aura was too strong, the three ancient swords were extremely energetic. Wang Yi took great effort to control them.

After he got Haoran and watched quietly, he actually had some thoughts. He did not erase the remaining sword thoughts of the eldest brother, but collected them all for use today.

On the Iron Sword Mountain, three ancient swords crossed and collided in mid-air, like three white dragons.

Go to sea to turn into a dragon!

Ning Yi's sword style is not at all fancy, and after the idea of ​​killing, he has no intention of keeping his hands.

Strike the sword with one blow!

The thin snow was unsheathed, as fast as lightning, and struck "Haoran"'s sword like thunder!

This sword was powerful and powerful, not like a sword energy slashing, but more like a hammer or a stick.

A "clang" sound.

The "Haoran" Bai Jiao, who was the first to be hit, flew down the sword body and instantly inserted into the Iron Sword Mountain Hall, and went straight into the abdomen of the mountain. The sword body trembled like boiling water and was in peace.

Wang Yi, who was driving three ancient swords at the same time, empathized with Ning Yi's blow "slamming the sword" on the body of the "Haoran" sword, was like a thunder in his heart. His heart lake was about to explode.

Ning Yi had no expression on his face, his mood was in a dim mood, and another sword was heard on his backhand!

Sword smashing!

Smash "Silent and Watch"!

A "bang" sounded in the body of the little sword immortal Wang Yi, his clothes were shattered, his hands hunched, and he bent down like shrimps, his expression was extremely pale. Under the invisible sword energy, it seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, flying up and backward, but he still stepped on the ground tenaciously, his feet refused to leave the ground, and plowed out a long gully.

Ning Yi held the sword in both hands, and felt like a wake-up call, and a brilliant thunder sound burst out from his mouth.

This figure raising a sword covers the sky and the sun!

Smashed down with one sword!

All Wang Yi's sword energy gathered on the last "Writeless".

The two swords collided!

The consciousness of the little sword immortal in Qiangshan was smashed by this sword and finally lost control of himself. His feet were off the ground, and his body looked like a kite with a broken string.

Gu Ju didn't see clearly what was going on.

The figure of Jiang Yuxu's great true man was very fast, and his Taoist robe was scattered, and he was already holding the unconscious Wang Yi's back collar in his hand, with a solemn expression.

There is almost no suspense about this one.

Just three swords.

Wang Yi, who was driving the ancient sword of Qiangshan, has been beaten unconscious.

This is still the case where three ancient swords were first to bear Ning Yi's sword energy... If Wang Yi had not had these three ancient Qiangshan swords, Ning Yi would have been shattered early on.

However, at this moment, the dispute over sword energy on Iron Sword Mountain did not end there.

Haoran, quietly watching, without words.

The original owner of these three ancient swords was not Wang Yi.

But the exiled immortal who lives in the Heaven of Changsheng Cave.

Wang Yi took away these three ancient swords, but did not erase the remaining sword thoughts on the sword.

Ning Yi's three "sword smashes" dispelled the little sword immortal's consciousness, but did not defeat the sword thoughts that Wang Yi deliberately left on the sword... The three ancient swords, and the sword energy was released at this moment, and the glaze of glaze became stronger and stronger.

Haoran, who was smashed into the Iron Sword Mountain, flew out again.

Three ancient swords hung high in the sky, rising in an array, and an indescribable sense vaguely emerged from the between them.

The blurry image of the immortal appeared again.

Ning Yi's eyes were cold. He had heard of Luo Changsheng's name for a long time. The "exiled immortal" who sat high in the seat of the first young generation in the Sui Dynasty was said to have picked the stars with his hands three or four years ago, and now he has broken through the ten realms... He is indeed a stunning figure.

But, do you also want to suppress yourself with a wisp of residual sword thought?

The fine snow roars.

Ning Yi couldn't help but sneer and grabbed the snow with one hand.

"I want to see, just these three swords, what tricks can you play?"

He knew very well that there was only a trace of remnant thought in front of him, and he didn't know if the Luo Daxian, who was thousands of miles away, had any sense. These three ancient swords may have sensed that he had been in charge of the "long-lasting energy" for a period of time, and his hostility was extremely strong at this moment.

Three ancient swords seem to be forming a sword formation at this moment?

Ning Yi said calmly: "Three missing one? I will fulfill you."

On the ground, Gu Xiaoyu hugged the "long-lasting" tightly, her butt was bumpy and she refused to let go.

Ning Yi lowered his head and gestured to Senior Sister Qianshou.

The owner of the little hill let go of the hand pressed on Gu Xiaoyu's head, and the "long-lasting energy" swept out uncontrollably.

Returning to the formation suddenly.

The sword body of the long Qi made a clear and long sound, and the sound was like a resentful woman crying, like crying and complaining, as if telling the tragic experiences of these days.

The other three ancient swords trembled greatly, the tip of the sword was aimed at Ning Yi, and the sword intention was great.

Ning Yi pulled the corner of his mouth. Qiangshan's four ragged swords seem to understand human nature quite well?

Ning Yi stretched out a finger, hooked it slightly, and said, "Come on!"

I don’t know if it was the four ancient swords that activated their own wisdom or the remaining thoughts of the sword master Luo Changsheng. After hearing this, the four ancient swords rushed over instantly, like four long rainbows hanging on them. The world was not peaceful, and a gust of wind followed, and the sword energy inside it rumbled and swept across.

A golden iron tornado that swept across all the sword weapons of the Iron Sword Mountain engulfed Ning Yi.

The world is dark, and swords hanging from Iron Sword Mountain are everywhere.

In this battle, neither the great practitioners from Shushan and Qiangshan took action.

The second senior brother Qi Zu's sword weapon was unreasonably requisitioned by these four ancient swords. If Qi Zu's thought arises, in a moment, these sword weapons will be inserted back into the Iron Sword Mountain without falling.

This is a fair battle.

Ning Yi's has never been so calm.

Being among countless sword energy, he seemed to see the shadow of the banished immortal stomping on the sword weapon. Not far away in front of him, the figure was so real... flesh and blood.

Ning Yi knew very well that this was the remnant thought of Luo Changsheng left on the sword back then.
To be continued...