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

The distant sky, the snow-white storm that soars into the sky, can be seen dozens of miles away.

Tian Yu, who was riding a horse, was about to arrive at the edge of the Muhe Territory. He raised his head and looked at the "familiar" snow tornado. His expression was shocked. Then his expression suddenly changed... This snow tornado was "moving" to the battlefield.

Is it a coincidence?

Or...destined in fate.

Tian Yu remembered the scene when he first met "Urle". When a strong wind passed by, the desolate grassland was covered with scars, the Prophet told him that it had been attacked by "Snow Tornado", but fortunately the tornado had dissipated... Then they picked up this unconscious man, the lucky one who was regarded as a deaf and mute at first.

So they encountered the second snow tornado.

I also saw the scene of Ning Yitian Shen descending to earth, alone in fighting the heavy snow tide.

When he was evacuating, Tian Yu was the closest to the storm... And when he was facing the snow tornado, he vaguely heard the impact of swords and the sound of horse hooves rushing. In the snow tornado, there seemed to be another battlefield.

...

...

"Boom--"

Thunder and lightning renders the world white.

Ning Yi pushed the Donghuang to the distance. The sword energy of the long rainbow broke through the way, destroying the black fog of the source evil. Wherever he passed, the undead iron cavalry roared and raised his sword to slash it down. Then under the impact of the divine nature, it turned into powder in an instant, and it was thrown away and rolled down in an endless stream of ashes, sweeping out a bursting airflow of miles long.

Donghuang clenched his fists expressionlessly and hit him down.

Ning Yi's shoulder made a "click".

Ning Yi looked dull and bit his lips tightly. His body was scattered by Donghuang's fists, but then there was a golden light shrouded in the new words, and the light was flying in his blood. This was his only reliance on the battle of qi with Donghuang.

"New Words" is in.

Like Donghuang, he also has an almost immortal body.

"Urle—"

An angry roar sounded in his ears.

Ning Yi felt that the flesh and blood on his shoulders were hollowed out. Donghuang suddenly raised his arms and said "teared", as if he had pulled out something... His hands were bleeding profusely, holding a large bulging black robe, which was wrapped in heavy "things". The sides of Ning Yi's shoulders were already empty, revealing white bones.

The two collided in the distance.

Ning Yi let go of his hands, and the sudden strong wind cut his skin like a blade, especially when it fell on his shoulders. The flesh and blood were broken and hit the bones, as if he was sharpening a knife in the depths of his soul. He looked pale and bit his lips tightly. The chill and murderous intent of this snow tornado were stronger than the two times he had encountered before.

A ball of golden light flew out of the new word scroll and wrapped him, but even so, it could not offset the pain that penetrated into the soul.

Ning Yi used his thoughts to steer the sword and shot Xiaoxue fiercely. He watched a blood light gushing out from the snow tornado in the distance. The two of them collided in one after another, or... they were swallowed up by this huge storm. The sword light returned and was clenched by Ning Yi. There was still dark blood left on the sword edge, which turned into a sloping mist and dispersed under the flow of divinity.

Retract the sword and return to the sheath.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, and his body was like a wandering dead grass, thrown upwards. In this snow tornado, his star light sensing gradually decreased... Losing all external forces, he simply floated and rolled, sensing the movements around with his divine thoughts.

The world is dark.

The figure of "Donghuang" disappeared inside the snow tornado... but there is no doubt that the sword Ning Yi handed out last caused considerable injuries to him.

The two of them were like hunters and preys hidden in the mountain fog, mediating carefully, hiding their bodies in the darkness, and looking for an opportunity to take the initiative.

However... Ning Yi is good at waiting and ambushing.

But Donghuang is the darkness itself.

At the back of my head, a slight sound of breaking through the air was almost negligible in the violent storm.

It's like a stone that breaks through the calm lake.

"Tear" sound.

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

Ning Yi's ears buzzed gently.

He heard it.

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

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

When teaching the "Six Senses" practice, Qianshou told Ning Yi that eyes, ears, nose, and all perceptions may deceive themselves or become dull... And the star brilliance, body, and spiritual thoughts of practitioners' cultivation, in the final analysis, are all "cultivating the mind".

A clear and untainted heart, aware of the vibrations of the world and the breathing of all living beings.

This is the highest level of the six senses practice.

The clearer the heart, the more sensitive it becomes.

There is nothing else in the world that can deceive you.

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

Ning Yi had already closed his eyes.

He could not see anything, but the sounds, pictures, and breaths around him were clearer. The frost and grass clippings dancing around his black robe, the horse's hooves gradually approaching like a torrent in the distance, and countless lowered sounds, but the "black evil spirit" that was still clearly audible, turned around behind him, forming, and transformed into a huge black robe figure.

The difference between prey and hunter... in the dark is that one can see and the other cannot see.

When Ning Yi became the one who could see more clearly.

He became a hunter.

With a "clang" sound, there was no concealment. Ning Yi did not pull the sword out of the sheath in person. Instead, he activated General Pei Min's "Sword Control and Point to Kill" method. The Snow Sword Qi flew out on its own. The moment Donghuang pounced down, it turned into a blazing white light and collided with it.

With a "tear", the black robe was cut open by the sword energy. Ning Yi turned around and he was almost in opposition to the Donghuang face. The distance between the two was very close, and the flying sword was just around the corner. This sword pierced the Donghuang's chest. As before, it burst out a hole the size of a fist. It was hard to tell whether it was the Source Evil or the Blood Mist, which spread over the snow tornado.

Ning Yi saw Donghuang's angry and distorted face.

Still not killed…but it was enough to make him suffer.

Ning Yi raised his hands, and the fall of Donghuang landed, crossed his arms and almost blocked the front door. The explosion of air waves spread out at the impact. Ning Yi's mind was blank, and the same pain exploded in his sea of ​​gods... The fighting and wrestling between the two people, until now, still had no obvious advantage or disadvantage, just like two drunken and desperate people fighting each other, exchanging pain and injuries, but no one could kill anyone.

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

Donghuang's pupils contracted. Within this very close distance, he was almost inescapable. A ray of light lit up from Ning Yi's eyebrows... In his divine pool, three flying swords with extremely high rank were still lying.

The treasure of the academy.

Turtle, Dragon Algae, White Rainbow.

One of them was severely injured while fighting with Xiaobai Emperor on the banks of the Apocalypse River and could not fly away from the divine pool. Even if it was used for forced action, it could not pierce the Donghuang's body. The other two swept forward and backward at this moment, with a fast speed that could hardly be seen clearly by the naked eye. These two sticking together sword shadows were actually not a flying sword.

Donghuang's pupils contracted.

There is no way to avoid it.

Only hard-handed.

This young man, the first person in the demon clan who defeated the exiled immortal of the Great Sui Dynasty in Baozhu Mountain in the gray land, encountered almost the same move before... but Luo Changsheng's sword was so powerful that he nailed himself with four Qiangshan long swords. Before that, it was equivalent to telling the world.

I want to kill you like this.

This is a conspiracy.

The two flying swords that flew out from Ning Yi's eyebrows were without warning. In the dark storm, it was like a ray of light suddenly appeared.

The reason for coming was unreasonable.

When it is unsheathed, there is a full of murderous intent that pours out.

This is a conspiracy.

Ning Yi has never been a gentleman, especially in this kind of life-and-death battle, whoever loses or dies... He has always been unscathed to hide his true killer moves.

If the thin snow can be defeated head-on, then use the thin snow.

The fine snow cannot.

Then... he has many other means.

A flying sword directly swept into Donghuang's mouth. A thunder-like explosion sounded from the throat of the man in the black robe. The sword energy rolled wildly and was almost swallowed by him... And the flying sword that was sleeping in the sword-holding pool, only those who felt it personally knew that the black robe was instantly supported by the sword energy, and countless source evils rumbled and echoed, and the continuous sounds swept open in the black robe.

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

The harsh sound of gold and iron collision, and the whistling sound of the sword spirit.

With a mouthful of teeth, I clenched the "White Rainbow" tightly.

Donghuang clamped the first flying sword with his teeth in his mouth, and then the second flying sword also hit him out.

The sword was connected in an instant, hitting the hilt of the "Baihong" sword, pressing against the tip of the flying sword with the tip of the tongue, and forcibly swallowing the sword energy of Donghuang, a raging and sharp roar sounded in his throat, and a blood mist exploded on the back of his neck. This was a pain that was almost comparable to Luo Changsheng's sword!

Two flying swords penetrated the flesh and blood, almost lifted Donghuang's head, crossed and flew in the air, turning into two long lines, and when Ning Yi stopped, he flew back into his sleeves.

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

He stepped on the grassland, with flying grass clippings and snow air everywhere.

Heavy eyes.

Just now, the flying sword was handed out...it was already the biggest killer move he had grasped.

There is no doubt that the two swords just now were enough to leave a deep memory for the reborn Donghuang.

But I still couldn't find the fatal point of "Donghuang".
Chapter completed!