The magic sword Kongli was released after a thousand years, and it sounded like sand in an instant.

Such a voice resounds throughout the sky:

"I will not kill Wuming under my sword."

"You can defeat all the unworthy descendants of the swordsmanship outside the territory. This shows that you are qualified to listen to your name."

"I ordered me to come from the east and live in seclusion in Bailu Cave, without relatives or reasons, without devotion or good, without desire or seek, without life or death, only with one sword, without any other."

"The sword path in this state is what the commander of the commander; the survival of this state is also what the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the command

"Isn't it sad to have a long history of swords that are sharp and sharp, and there is no way ahead."

"I am very happy when you come. I will try your sword and wash your sword and come out. I will go further and enjoy it."

Between the heaven and earth, the sound of coming from the east echoing. Ning Feng looked out at the extreme north, and there was a huge figure with a wide-breasted and wide-belt, like the pillar of the sky, standing tall and drawing his sword.

Sometimes, it is the stereotyped image of an old man with a wide range of clothes; sometimes, it is a sword that supports the sky and the earth, with the sword body as the pillar of heaven.

"Good guy."

"Supreme Sword Soul."

In a trance, Ning Feng seemed to see an old man sitting cross-legged in a simple hole, frozen inside and outside, motionless, and not even lifting his eyelids. His spirit kept rising, and the magic sword on his knees roared, revealing the supreme sword soul image in the void.

Such strength is extraordinary.

"No wonder there is no way ahead, it's really not a brag."

"At this level of cultivation, it is a sword cultivator..."

"It's trouble."

When Ning Feng felt it was troublesome, the trouble had already come to him.

At the extreme east, there is a phantom of the sword soul of thousands of feet. Draw out the sword of the sky and head towards Ning Feng from afar. One finger:

"The sword name is peerless, please go to death!"

The Peerless Sword God Order comes from the East, and uses the Peerless Sword to invite Ning Feng to destroy him!

"boom!"

A thousand-foot sword energy burst out.

The sword energy tear apart the sky, looking at it from thousands of miles away is easy, and the place where you pass by is broken. The sky is cracked, the earth is trembling, and the endless wind is cut off.

The sword energy of thousands of feet is still on the road, and the endless heaven and earth energy gathers over. Every breath, its breath is strengthened a hundred times.

Ning Feng inexplicably felt that this sword could not be avoided or escaped. There was no way to escape. He could only block it from the front and had no other way.

He could clearly feel that when the sword energy came across thousands of miles away, it was the peak moment when its power rose to its extreme and even the sky could open.

Ning Feng instinctively wanted to move.

He wanted to raise his hand and release the mountain of light; he wanted to shake his feet and lead out the Hunyuan Jin Dou, but none of them could be allowed.

Although she was sitting safely on the throne of Glazing, Ning Feng felt that he was malice against the whole world alone, and there were frequent illusions in front of him, as if he wanted to pull him into a strange situation.

In front of him, the withered leaves were once again falling down.

The whole world is bleak, full of solemnity and death, and the golden autumn begins.

Ning Feng saw that there were lush green trees in the world; there were colorful purples and flowers blooming; there were beasts, insects and birds, full of vitality...

When a certain moment comes, the plants wither and prosperity wither, and all the beasts, insects and birds are killed by heaven and earth.

Autumn!

Autumn is bleak!

The stern and slaughter of autumn!

With the four seasons rotating, the bleakness and solemn autumn, the punishment of heaven and the death of heaven is punished and the vitality of heaven and earth is cut off.

"hiss!"

"I see."

Above Ning Feng's head, a soul purely formed by infinite light emerged, pulling him out of the bleakness of autumn.

After this scene, he finally knew what the peerless swordsmanship was from the Peerless Sword God Order Donglai, and how did the peerless Divine Sword come from? What does the so-called "please go to death" mean?

"Autumn!"

"Ling Donglai is worthy of being an extremely powerful sword cultivator, the supreme powerhouse. He actually captured all the bleakness and sternness of autumn in the world and used it as a sword."

"No wonder I dare to be called a sword with a peerless sword. Such a sword is so unique, and He Jian is so unique?!"

"With the peerless sword, I have wiped out all the bleakness and solemnity of autumn. This state and even the world of the sky may be in the middle of the sky. There is no season of autumn at this point."

“Terrible and terrifying.”

Ning Feng was shocked. He never expected that there would be a monk who could achieve this level, including one realm, one realm's artistic conception and sword, from then on, let the world's no autumn from now on.

Such a realm is so high that it is even pierced by the sky.

"I'll ask you to enter the destruction, so I'll ask you to enter the destruction. The one he wants to enter the destruction is not the man, but the world."

"The heaven and earth are solemn and killing, and making a sword is not exactly what it means to ask a realm to enter the destruction? This is the power to kill the sky."

Ning Feng felt endless shock in his heart, but his movements were never slower.

As his thoughts flashed through him, the big Japanese spirit above his head sat down in a heavy manner like him.

In an instant, Ning Feng and the glazed throne under his seat were shrouded in the great yen spirit together. In a short period of time, they were separated from this world and were not affected by the artistic conception of endless autumn.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand again.

This time, the Mountain of Light did not appear, but at Ning Feng's eyebrows, a whirlpool was constantly forming and sweeping.

Deep in the whirlpool, inside the purple palace, there is a bright yellow jade seal, radiating brightly.

Ning Fengxu raised his hand to the highest point, and his palm did not hold it tightly, but it was as if he was holding something. He turned his palms and fell down heavily.

Suddenly, a voice filled with endless majesty sounded in the vast world:

"Jun Ling:

The four seasons rotate, each with its own time, and each with its own position.”

This is not Ning Feng's voice, there is endless ruthlessness, endless indifference, and indescribable emotions. It is the supreme Emperor of Heaven, his great affection and benevolence to all living beings in heaven and earth.

In the void, a virtual statue emerged out of thin air above the Baili Huangquan.

The jade seal of the Ming Dynasty was solid, and a palm that stretched out from the large sleeves of a wide robe appeared on it. It grabbed the seal and fell downwards.

Under the jade seal, there are gold and silk spread out.

On it, lines of handwriting appear clearly, which is exactly what the voice said before.

At the same time, the sword energy, which spans thousands of miles apart, is rushing on the Ming Yellow Jade Seal with its stigma.

Suddenly, Ning Feng trembled all over his body on the glazed throne;

Suddenly, the supreme sword soul from the east twisted a little in the sky.

The vast world seemed to solidify at this moment, and everything stopped.

Afterwards, a colorful light burst out from the collision between the thousands of sword energy and the Ming Huanghuang Seal.

It was a huge roulette, with four seasons clearly distinguished, with the vitality of spring, the fiery and passion of summer, the bleakness of autumn, the extinction and fertility of winter...

Among them, the autumn ring was originally incomplete, but in the rotation, light and shadow kept pulling out of the sword energy to replenish the roulette.

In a rotating period, the sword energy cuts through the sharpness of the heaven and earth, and dissipates too half.

"Four Seasons Roulette. Origin of Heaven and Earth."

Ning Feng smiled on his face, relaxed unconsciously, and leaned back on the back of the Liuli Throne.

"The inheritance given by the young master Liuxian, with the words in the heavenly constitution and the words follow the Dharma. It is a direct command of heaven and earth from a higher level, which is indeed magical."

He hadn't finished his thoughts. The virtual image of the Ming Huangyu Seal dissipated in the void, and the sword energy broke through the air, and a hundred miles passed by.

It is still composed of a powerful sword energy, with a shocking power. Such a sword is the world's number one peak and will be divided into two sections. Even if it is an eternal river, it will be broken.

Ning Feng looked as usual, and he lifted his hand on the handrail for an inch and then slapped it down.

In an instant, the water of the yellow spring rushes, and the nine-curved Yellow River formation rises, like a bird cage, catching the sword energy.

The water from the yellow spring washes away the spirituality; the Hunyuan metal bucket wipes away the spiritual power.

Ning Feng clearly saw that since entering the range of the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, the sword energy of thousands of feet has been constantly eroding and shrinking, as if it was placed on a millstone, wearing out the sword energy.

The sword energy went on as usual, and it swept past a hundred miles a day, but at this moment it seemed like a donkey holding a millstone. It was obviously walking constantly, but it could not move forward.

"Ling Donglai, the peerless sword god, is amazing."

Ning Feng remained motionless and exclaimed.

In front of him, the destruction between the ten thousand-foot sword energy and the nine-curved Yellow River formation had reached its peak.

The water of the Yellow River calmed down again, the Hunyuan Jin Dou Void dispersed, and the last sharpness of the sword energy came straight to his eyebrows.
To be continued...