Donghuang, who was almost cut off his head by two flying swords, fell in the storm of the snow tornado. A circle of his neck appeared, and blood appeared, and all the "tees" in his mouth were shot down by the sword energy.

This kind of pain is no longer something that ordinary people can bear.

If it weren't for the "immortal" force that surged up, he would have "dead" at this moment.

Donghuang's expression was extremely ferocious, and countless evil spirits collapsed inward, disintegrated, and condensed into flesh and blood again... Even though he had almost immortal power, he could not bear too many such killer moves.

Ning Yi's sword hiding technique is too hidden.

Or...too sinister.

These two swords almost killed themselves.

Countless evil spirits lingered around his neck, and Donghuang fell to the ground, leaving only one neck bone, and the other flesh and blood were cut open by the sword energy, looking lonely, and the head might fall off at any time... And this heart-wrenching pain reminded him of the scene back then.

When Urle was cut off his head.

This is also the same...unbearable pain.

Donghuang gasped for difficulty, pressing his broken neck with his hands. Within a few short breaths, the evil spirits covered him, the flesh and blood were reunited, the fascia was shaped, and the bones were resurrected... A large piece of dense crackling sound sounded at his neck, and the pain receded like a tide.

The memories of that year were the opposite, and at this moment they rumbled and poured up in intensive manner.

Donghuang supported the ground with both hands, shaking, and stood up. The wide black robe no longer had the previous sense of oppression.

He looked at Ning Yi. This human sword cultivator who made him so embarrassed... was unbelievable that he was so... young.

Ning Yi put away two flying swords, pressed one hand on the hilt of the Snow Sword, without saying a word, stared at Donghuang, seized every breath to make up for the energy he had lost before... This was a battle for energy and energy. If he could not find the "fatal point" of "Donghuang", then the only way to win was to drag the man to death with his powerful energy.

He looked into the distance, the direction of the Mu River battlefield.

After refining the "new word scroll" by himself, he could hold on for a long time that he would not refuse such a battle of qi... But can those practitioners in Muhe River and the innocent people in the king's tent still last for so long?

Ning Yi's expression was ugly.

Not far away, Donghuang held his knees and slowly stood up. His scarlet eyes stared at Ning Yi and spoke hoarsely.

"The 'Urle' two thousand years ago... would not use such a move."

Hidden flying sword.

Ning Yi sneered coldly and said in a cold voice: "It's a pity... I'm not him. If you met me two thousand years ago, you would have died even worse. There would never be a possibility of resurrection like this now."

Donghuang smiled indifferently, and he whispered: "Is that right... there are many people who want to kill me, and the only one who really does it is Urle back then."

He paused and said sarcastically: "It's a pity that now, he is completely dead, and I am still standing here."

A big earthquake.

The tornado flies.

Ning Yi's soles of grass undulate, stone grains trembled and broken.

He looked at Donghuang, imitated the former's tone, and sarcastically said: "Is that right..."

Donghuang frowned.

He looked to one side and the snow tornado that wrapped the two people was so vast that it was unheard of. Even when he stepped into the grassland, he had never experienced such a "natural disaster". Such a "disaster" was a catastrophe for ordinary people. For great practitioners like him and Ning Yi, at best, it was just adding some scars to this Vajra body.

Donghuang smiled and said softly: "Don't you think... you can bury me with this snow tornado?"

Ning Yi didn't say anything, just stepped on the ground with his feet tightly.

The next moment, Donghuang's expression suddenly changed.

In the snow-white storm in the distance, a black light flashed first, and the entire earth was no longer calm. A tremor that was dozens of times stronger than before appeared. The land was undulating. At the end of the snow-white storm, it was like a black iron cavalry jumping out. The war horse covered with iron armor neighed for a long time, and rushed out a long line with its hooves. Then there were countless iron cavalry swarming in. I don’t know where it came from. In this snow tornado, they rushed forward and rushed to the unknown "distance".

Ning Yi and Donghuang were like two "crows" blocking the vast iron cavalry, and were instantly swallowed up.

...

...

A "clang" sound.

In the darkness, a fire suddenly appeared and the sound of gold and iron colliding. Even though he was prepared for it, Ning Yi was knocked back by this huge knocking force... He looked at the iron cavalry that knocked him away with disbelief.

When we met last time, these iron cavalry were just phantoms.

And now, it has become a solid real iron cavalry!

The sharp snow sword edge rotated and opened its screen, flying around Ning Yi's side. The sword energy cut through the fog and opened up a large area of ​​light. In this torrent of thousands of troops, Ning Yi was like a stubborn stone, struggling to resist the torrent.

He narrowed his eyes and looked to the other side beside him.

The man who was not prepared and was instantly swallowed by the torrent of the Iron Cavalry was suffering from the impact of the tide. Donghuang roared and kept slapped. His palm was extremely strong, and his palm shattered a strong horse, constantly opening the way, and he also captured Ning Yi's figure at this moment.

He roared angrily and rushed towards Ning Yi. While running, he was hit by an iron cavalry from his side. Donghuang obviously underestimated the fierce collision of the iron cavalry, and instantly pulled him towards the direction of the iron cavalry's surround. He suddenly clenched his arms, hugged the figure and threw it to one side, clearing a large area of ​​Qingming.

Then a narrow shadow of sword energy flashed in front of Donghuang's eyes.

A "sharp" sound.

He leaned down, and the Xixue sword energy brushed his cheeks and swept back. The Donghuang tried to hold the flying sword in his palm, but in the end, it was in vain. The thin snow, which had a series of blood beads, squeaked and returned to Ning Yi's sword sheath.

The sword energy returns to the sheath.

The tick blood fell to the ground.

Donghuang's expression was gloomy.

Ning Yi had no expression on his face.

The two men looked at each other through thousands of troops.

These cavalry did not have the so-called "hostility". They evenly and densely washed away the places where the snow tornado passed, without purpose and without enemies... They were like ownerless treasures, and this vast army was no longer under the control of anyone after the death of the Lionheart King.

"The Yin soldiers crossed the border..." Emperor Dong smiled hoarsely, "It's really a good method... Do you think this can kill me?"

Ning Yi smiled and said, "Don't you think you look familiar?"

Donghuang narrowed his eyes, glanced slightly, and then clenched his fists.

The swords, horses, and armor of these iron cavalry are filled with their extremely familiar aura.

It is exactly the same as the picture two thousand years ago.

Almost exactly the same.

"The old subordinates of Urle... are just dead people. The yin energy gathered by chance allows them to reappear in the world for a short time. As long as this snow tornado disappears, they will disappear." He sneered: "After that, I will completely annihilate this grassland."

Ning Yi let out a deep breath.

He said quietly: "Okay... Then let's give it a try."

He started running, and the roar of a war horse came from beside him. Ning Yi, who was not tall, suddenly fell down, slid his feet, and faced the door upwards, rubbing the horse over, and he was like a butterfly, holding the thin snow sword sheath with one hand and inserting it down into the ground. Even if it was not unsheathed, the thin snow sword energy still shook through the tip of the sheath, penetrated the earth extremely easily, and cut a small gully.

Donghuang had no expression on his face, and he could not do such a move... Even if he did it, he could not avoid the impact of the iron cavalry like Ning Yi, and simply stepped forward and shot all the things blocking the way along the way.

The two figures are about to collide.

Ning Yi suddenly drew his sword and unsheathed it.

The thin snow exploded with a crisp sound.

Donghuang put two fingers together, and contained all the energy on his fingertips, colliding with the tip of the Snow Sword. The blazing sound of wind and thunder sounded.

Ning Yi stepped on the earth with his feet and held the sword in both hands. The sword energy was as fast as a mess. One after another, the divine wind and thunder exploded around the two, one by one, one by one, and one by one, shuttled through the wave of the iron cavalry. The sword energy collided with the source evil, and the aftermath of the iron cavalry made the iron cavalry fall several feet away. The two no longer looked like stubborn stones that struggled to resist in the torrent of the iron cavalry... and more like a dam that could change the turbulence of the river.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and lifted his six senses to the extreme.

The sword energy is getting faster and faster.

Balls of blazing light exploded at the door of Donghuang's face, and the two of them had a pale light. In Donghuang's eyes, Ning Yi was no longer holding a sword in both hands... This human sword cultivator seemed to have produced several arms, and countless sword energy was no longer phantoms, but like a Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva, extending arms, and performing countless sword moves.

The long river of the great way, the sword energy, the Taoist fruit.

Jianhu Palace, Shushan, Yingtian Mansion, Bailu Cave, Zishan... Countless moves of sword energy practice were used in Ning Yi's palm, wind and thunder rolled, and the divine nature of the sword holder roared and roared in this torrent of iron cavalry.

Ning Yi gained the advantage of "suppression".

What suffocated Donghuang was that this human sword cultivator was getting faster and faster and stronger, but he did not show any fatigue on his body. There was a ball of golden light on his eyebrows, which seemed to be filled with endless vitality.

Under the cover of this golden light, this man became more and more braver in the battle.

In Ning Yi's eyes, Donghuang saw... a lion roaring angryly.

With the last sword, the sword energy smashed Donghuang's protective energy. Ning Yi inserted his sword into Donghuang's shoulder and fought with Ning Yi. Donghuang was already familiar with this pain... What he did not expect was that this human actually gave up the good opportunity to "take advantage of the victory and pursue", and did not draw out the long sword and try to pierce his "vitality". Instead, he used the power of this sword to shake himself and throw him out.

why is that?

Donghuang's eyes were a little confused.

His body flew out uncontrollably.

Ning Yi printed a palm on Donghuang's chest, and all his strength hit him out. He raised his head and pursed his lips.

A long line in front of me was very similar to the last time... I rubbed my ears and trembled my eardrums, leaving only a "buzzing" sound.

The iron arrows are like flowers, blooming extremely dazzlingly and fiercely.

What's different from the last time is.

This arrow was not aimed at himself, but at the man in black robe who was thrown into the air and was unprepared.

A long thread runs through the iron cavalry.

On the hill in the distance, three generals showed outlines from the fog. The gloomy general let go of the hand that was placing a string.
Chapter completed!