No wonder Ye Changfeng from Xihai made an exception to accept Ning Yi as his disciple.

No wonder I always gain nothing every time I use the "Fate Word Scroll" to divine Ning Yi... because the true owner of this ancient scroll is not me, but the sword holder.

Ning Yi pulled out the "fine snow".

The sword energy from the White Bone Plain stacked out.

He held the ancient sword with a high divine nature, covered in frost, snow and a strong coldness. The sword edge of nothingness dragged out Mars on the ground. In Chenglong Hall, it was snowing and burning fire.

Ning Yi climbed the throne stone steps step by step and came to Emperor Taizong.

He has used too much strength to get here. The hall is full of the energy of the Nirvana realm. With his current peak cultivation level of the Nine Realm, it is difficult to move in an instant. If it weren't for his great perseverance... he wouldn't even be able to walk a single step.

The emperor looked at Ning Yi and said hoarsely:

"Sword-holder?"

Ning Yi's expression was neither sad nor happy, but he just looked at Taizong silently.

He nodded, and said calmly:

"Sword-holder."

He held the snow.

This sword is just a sword with a killing power that is comparable to the tenth level.

In front of Taizong, this sword was like a fragile frost grass under the vast sun.

The sword is still broken.

But the sword bones are still there.

This sword bone is the sword bone of the "Sword Holder", and is the pure light that cuts through all darkness in the world.

This sword is a new life.

It's also destruction.

Ning Yi handed out a sword.

The sword energy did not startle the magnificent scene, and even the gravel next to the throne did not splash.

The sword energy is like light.

Pressing the iron rule, it pierced into the emperor's chest, and a wisp of blood was splashed out by the sword energy, hot and brilliant, turning into light rain in the air.

The destruction and killing of the "Swordholder" spread out in the emperor's chest.

Blood was overflowing from the corners of Taizong's lips.

The balance is broken.

Taizong, who was sitting on the throne, raised his head and looked up at Ning Yi, his eyes gradually faded away.

Ning Yi looked down at the emperor. This arrogant man sitting on the throne was like an insurmountable mountain. As long as he had a breath... he would not take it lightly.

The thin snow was left in the emperor's body by Ning Yi.

Together with the iron law.

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang."

"Bang……"

The sound of heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Ning Yi held his breath, time became slow and stagnant, and he had a vague premonition in his heart... He was about to witness the birth of history.

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Chapter completed!