"The rules of the imperial city, the laws of the Great Sui......"

Qingjun narrowed his eyes and said with a slight cold look: "Ning Yi, are you challenging me?"

The originally noisy sound of Hongfu Street has become extremely quiet at this moment.

The needle can be heard.

The four academies, genius practitioners who are praised as Qingjun, dare not question their strength even if they have never really taken action in front of the world.

As for Ning Yi, the uncle from Shushan who came out halfway, there are rumors that... his cultivation is not very high. He was ranked first on the Star List because he was valued by Xu Zang and had endless potential.

Most of the information believes that once Ning Yi fights with the holy son-level figures in the Holy Mountain, or competes with academy leaders like Qingjun, as long as he cannot show the suppression power of Luo Changsheng back then, he will soon fall from the top of the Star List.

The disciples of Songyang Academy and Yuelu Academy looked at the two people confronting Hongfu Street with a solemn expression... If Qingjun and Ning Yi fight, then Tiandu Imperial City will be in chaos from today.

The Pope frowned slightly and looked at Ning Yi. He didn't think this was a good choice.

A person like Qingjun has never shown any signs and has hardly ever made any moves. Who knows that he has hidden a few trump cards? If he really wants to fight, neither Shushan nor Yingtianfu will bear the consequences of losing.

Ning Yi looked at each other with the Pope. He understood Chen Yi's meaning, smiled and nodded, indicating that he didn't have to worry.

Then he took a step forward. He did not shake the black cloth wrapped in the thin snow. The three-foot thin snow that was slapped around his waist was untied by Ning Yi and held it in his hand.

"It's a challenge, not a challenge." Ning Yi's voice was plain: "I don't use a slight starlight, I only have a sword. How can you pick it up Qingjun has nothing to do with me."

Ning Yi looked around and saw that there were mixed fish and dragons in the crowd. There were the nameless people who came to shout in front of his mansion every day, and there were also some famous people who were eager to try, but he looked down on them.

Being chased and chased at all times is really annoying.

He needed a sword to let the people in Tiandu see their strength and then weigh their own weight so that they could not be clamored or clamored in their ears.

This time, Hongfu Street happened to be an opportunity.

Qingjun is a very conceited person. If he doesn't use Xinghui himself, he won't use Xinghui. Ning Yi knew that he had raised this challenge, Qingjun would not refuse, nor could he refuse.

really.

Lian Qing, wearing a loose green robe, looked unchanged, as if she was thinking about whether to agree to Ning Yi's request.

He noticed the change in the aura of the figure behind him.

The "Little Cycle King" who has been following him for a long time should be hiding somewhere on Hongfu Street.

What made Qingjun feel a little relaxed was the underworld killer who was like a maggot. At this moment, he transferred his murderous aura and his intuition would not go wrong. The little cyclone king did not stare at him anymore, but poured his murderous aura on others.

Lian Qing's heart was slightly relaxed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Yi, as if he understood the meaning of the other party's actions.

A big tree attracts wind.

The little crunch king's target should be the uncle Shushan in front of him.

"I am too cautious in my behavior. The little cyclone king can't find an opportunity. Now is a good opportunity... If I don't need to do it, there will naturally be someone asking Ning Yi for trouble." Qingjun said silently in his heart: "I should take this game, and after taking this sword, I can also forget about a problem."

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

Qingjun looked at Ning Yi, put his hands on his back, and smiled and said, "You don't use the starlight, I don't use the starlight, just stand here, don't move or retreat, take your sword."

No matter how high Ning Yi's realm is, what can he do to himself if this sword cannot use the starlight?

Qingjun remained motionless and his face was calm.

Even if Luo Changsheng comes, he doesn't use the starlight and passes a sword three feet away, what can he do to himself?

......

......

On the Hongfu Street, the crowd began to crowd and leave.

The mahjong Taoist protects the Pope and evacuated the crowds who want to come and see the lively crowd. This small street is spacious enough. Because of this storm, most of the shops on both sides have been closed to prevent losses.

At this moment, the two young leaders of Songyang Academy and Yuelu Academy finally arrived at Hongfu Street "late" but happened to catch up with the last scene.

Gu Cang and Zhongli, each stepping on a flying sword, came from the opposite direction, hovering over the Red Talisman Street, and silently staring below.

They want to see, what way does this lively... end?

In the night, except for Ning Yi and Qingjun, no one else found the "Little Cyclone King" hiding on the eaves. Even though Cangjun and Lijun came, the figure still had no intention of leaving. He was not worried about his identity being exposed at all, but rather shrank comfortably on a corner of the eaves, waiting for a good show on Hongfu Street to happen.

The hidden technique in the underworld is the most top assassination method in the world.

The Little Cycle King may not be as good as the four gentlemen in the academy, but as long as he does not want to expose himself, few people can predict it in advance.

A very large venue was vacant on Hongfu Street.

Both front and back ends were cleared away, and the breeze blew, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the street were shaking.

The pope frowned and asked, "Is it enough?"

The female Taoist robe said softly: "It has been thirty feet empty. If you take action at the ten realms, no matter how strong the sword energy is, it will be difficult to reach this distance. The venue of Hongfu Street is large, and neither of them uses starlight. Only one sword is definitely enough."

Swinging big red lanterns and snow-white bluestone slabs.

Snow shatters blown by the wind and hard ice slags.

Ning Yi's black robe shook gently in the wind. He slowly grabbed the thin snow with one hand, and the black cloth was pinched out of the hilt of the sword.

After the umbrella surface of the umbrella sword was destroyed, Ning Yi cleaned up the excess umbrella bones and some miscellaneous accessories on Xiaoshuang Mountain. He could not find the material that could match the umbrella sword that Xu Zang made, so he could only cut the body of Xixue from the umbrella body and take it out, and use it as a pure sword weapon.

Xixue's scabbard was buried with the man.

Ning Yi usually wraps the fine snow with black cloth, and the soul of the White Bone Plain is mixed in. Although this fine snow is sharp, it will not hurt himself.

He lifted the fine snow and was six feet apart from Qingjun.

Three feet and three feet.

This is a very close position. You only need to take one step forward to insert the sword into Qingjun's chest.

But Ning Yi will not go any further.

Six feet away... enough for him to release the sword energy of this sword.

Qingjun stood with his hands behind his back, and his originally plain face began to become dark and unclear the moment Ning Yi raised the snow.

The long sword wrapped in black cloth was put under great pressure before it was opened.

Ning Yi raised the snow and took a deep breath.

He pressed one hand on his eyebrows, and the vortex in his dantian began to rotate slowly. One of the few divine water droplets slowly flowed in his dantian, and they were thrust by Ning Yi at this moment.

The vortex of divine nature began to rotate, and the master's will forced it under the cover.

The sword bone hidden in Xixue began to tremble restlessly.

Even the long sword wrapped in black cloth began to tremble.

A drop of water was pulled away...

Two drops of water...

Three drops...

A total of five divine water drops were drawn, and Ning Yi's face turned a little pale. This was all the "divine" he could mobilize. He closed his eyes and kept accumulating momentum.

Ning Yi's mind was full of a picture.

The sword that splits the mountain and breaks the river in the back mountain!

The White Bone Plain extracts divinity, passes it into sword bones, and turns it into sword energy!

I only have five drops of divinity now.

Facing Qingjun... what kind of result can this sword cause?

The Red Talisman Street was silent. Everyone watched Ning Yi raise his sword for no reason, and then there was a long silence. At a distance of thirty feet, they could not feel the slightest murderous aura overflowing and the starry light flowed.

But Qingjun is under increasing pressure.

He vaguely felt the restlessness in his bones. The longer the other party had accumulated momentum, the more uneasy he became.

The next moment—

Ning Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Catch the sword!"

Qingjun's pupils contracted... It's coming!

The black cloth exploded, and a piece of snow-white sword body was exposed.

With Ning Yiqingjun and the other two as the center, an invisible energy burst open between them.

On the streets of Hongfu Street, bluestone slabs burst out with a loud bang, and they were lifted up at extremely violent speed, like a long dragon, with keel bones protruding, and street houses that were quite far away from each other, shop pawn shops, and red wall bricks and tiles were hit by sword energy and collapsed.

In the smoke and dust.

A figure accompanied by the sword energy of the soles of the feet lifted the dragon bones and slashed on the ground. His body was half backward like an arrow, almost parallel to the ground, leaving only his feet to touch the ground, sweeping back thirty feet until the end of the Red Talisman Street, and then he stopped suddenly, stepped on the ground, and a spider web bloomed on the soles of his feet.

Qingjun's hands, which were originally carrying behind him, rushed to the end of the Red Talisman Street, and his face was already raised. The green robes on both sides were shattered, resisting the rapid and unparalleled erosion of the sword energy. Although he did not use the starlight, he finally made a move.

Qingjun's face was gloomy and gloomy. After standing still, his hands no longer covered his face, but instead crossed a crossed trajectory.

Scrolling your sleeves.

With the movement of his hands pulling his sleeves, the sword energy that was rolling fiercer on the Red Talisman Street was buried in his sleeves, and he suddenly waved his sleeves like a doll. So the small buildings at the end of both sides were affected. Two dull sounds, smoke and dust splashed everywhere, slowly collapsed on the spot.

Everyone's eyes were all on the black-robed uncle's body.

The three-foot long sword, as white as snow, shook the black cloth wrapped around and exposed Xixue's true face to the world.

Ning Yi's face was calm.

The eyes of the two great gentlemen from the academy were moved.

The little cyclone king squinted on the eaves.

The whole street was silent.

"It's invincible and unparalleled." The female Taoist in a robe said softly: "Is this...that's Xixue?"
Chapter completed!