Before he finished speaking, he saw a sky-holding sword fall down.
The fiery red color became the dominant color of this land, mixed with the death energy of thunder and light.
boom……
ah……
There were screams that kept ringing in my ears...
Stirring up bursts of smoke and dust.
The city wall built by the mountain-building realm expert using his momentum suddenly shattered.
Chengyi Sword seems to be invincible and has become the master of this space, master of people's life and death, master of the ups and downs of this land...
The surroundings fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop...
Liu Yan's throat moved, and he found that his throat was dry and raw, with no sign of moisture. He stared at the sudden deep ditch on the ground in front of him, completely dumbfounded.
Even Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er, who had been hiding around them, were dumbfounded. Their figures appeared, looking at the result of this sword, their faces solemn.
"It seems that Yang Ning's sword has improved again." Hui Ni said softly as she clearly felt the ravine opened by the sword below.
But Hui Ni knew deeply that this was not enough, because her family was too big, too big for people to imagine, let alone accept.
However, if he wants to be with Yang Ning, he must face these difficulties, face this bloody reality, and face this cruel world.
"Father, I hope you won't make it difficult for me..." Hui Ni stared at Yang Ning, whose body was slightly bowed below, with a hint.
…
"This sword is not bad. With his level of cultivation, it is already rare that he can reach this level." After the old Taoist priest knew that this sword was a Xuan-level martial skill, he expected such a result.
"What, it's not bad, Master. I feel like even a low-level Mountain-Building Realm expert can't deliver such a sword with this sword, right?" Yao Xinhen seemed to have healed his scar and forgot about the pain. Faced with Yang Ning's attack, With one strike of the sword, he forgot the perverted punishment of the old Taoist priest just now.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Yao Xinhen felt the pain in his ears.
The burning taste rose in Yao Xinhen's heart again.
"I..." Yao Xinhen felt that it was a mistake for him to come to watch the fun today, especially because he should not have left a cheap master like himself to watch with him.
Yao Xinhen's original plan was to take advantage of the old Taoist priest's superb cultivation. If something unexpected happened, he hoped that the old Taoist priest could help Yang Ning.
However, Yao Xinhen himself was miserable at this time.
If I had known this, why would I have asked for trouble like this... Yao Xinhen instantly felt hopeless, especially since God had arranged such a perverted master for him.
Yao Xinhen wanted to cry but had no tears. He covered his ears and complained about his suffering.
…
Yang Ning stared at the ravine created by his sword in front of him, his pale face filled with disbelief, and he was completely stunned.
This is……
I saw a deep ditch in front of me, extending for nearly three feet, and countless amounts of snow were rushing towards the deep ditch. Nearly ten corpses fell on both sides of the blood stream.
The blood-red armor on these fallen corpses was in tatters, and they no longer had the power they had when they first arrived.
Liu Yan's spear hung in the air, motionless like a sculpture. The shock brought by Yang Ning's sword was too great.
If cultivators of the Mountain Viewing Realm want to change the landscape with their own cultivation, they must practice Xuan-level martial arts, but Xuan-level martial arts are almost extinct for Qingming Town.
Even if you look at Qushan City and even Liuyun Kingdom, it is a rare thing, but Yang Ning not only mastered it, but also successfully practiced it.
How could it not be surprising.
Feng Feiyang's clothes were still dripping with blood, but Feng Feiyang no longer cared about his own image. He stared blankly at the deep ditch that was pouring blood in front of him. Is this Yang Ning's trump card? Feng Feiyang asked himself more than once.
Fortunately, he didn't offend Yang Ning in the Qingling Secret Realm. Otherwise, he might have become history like the Lu family last night with such a trump card.
"Xuan level martial arts, it's really a bit unexpected..." In front of the flying boat, a gloomy smile flashed across Qu Shanhou's face, his pupils slightly opened, and he stood up.
"Kill..." Yang Ning succeeded with a sword and was the first to wake up.
At this moment, everyone nearby had fallen into a sluggish state, but Yang Ning's voice broke the short-term tranquility.
All the blood-clad armored men from the Qushan tribe looked at Yang Ning like monsters.
"Kill, must kill that boy..." A rumor spread from the Qushan tribe.
Because Yang Ning's sword actually killed nearly two-thirds of the mountain-building realm experts who stood in front of them.
In other words, those exposed in front of this sharp knife team at this moment are all remnants.
Great opportunity, must not miss it.
As Yang Ning broke the silence, a cold glow appeared first on the tip of the spear held by Liu Yan, and then came out like a dragon's roar.
Puff puff...
Guns bring blood, guns kill.
In less than the blink of an eye, this team of sharp knives broke out of the enemy's encirclement and came out from the flank.
"Well done." The ancestor of the Chai family was still surrounded, but his face was filled with the joy of victory.
Because the shock that Yang Ning gave him was really too great.
Last night, the head of the Chai family, Chai Yun, blocked Yang Ning's harm and passed away. The ancestor of the Chai family still had this grudge, but now, the ancestor of the Chai family is content.
The Qushan tribe is so powerful, and the situation of today's battle will be completely changed because of Yang Ning's sword. You will not be in vain of Yun'er's kindness in saving you last night. The ancestor of the Chai family is very happy.
After smiling, the ancestor of the Chai family was surrounded by death energy, and the life-burning secret method completely exploded. In conjunction with Yang Ning's sharp knife team, they cooperated internally and externally to completely defeat the siege of the Qushan tribe.
In the air, the only remaining divine general was already somewhat invincible against Key Yan, Feng Liang and Liu Kun. At this moment, he was even more difficult to move forward and was completely in a desperate situation.
However, judging from the cultivation level of this god general, it can be said that the three of them have been in a stalemate for such a long time, and they have tried their best.
After all, this divine general's cultivation level is only at the third level of Mountain Building Realm. And he was able to persist for such a long time, which can be said to be entirely due to the blood mist method.
"Ah..." High in the sky, the god general let out a scream, and his figure fell out of the blood mist.
The blood-red figure was extremely ghostly, and his face was even more distorted, not as high-spirited as when he arrived.
"Die!" Feng Liang shouted loudly, and died with the drop of his palm.
It can be said that Feng Liang hates this god general because he killed his ancestor. For this reason, Feng Liang will never allow him to live in the world.
There were tears in the corners of Feng Liang's eyes, and he knelt half in the air and murmured to himself: "Ancestor, I have avenged you, you can leave in peace..."
At this point, the battle in the air finally came to an end, and the blood mist gradually dispersed, revealing the blue sky.
The three figures were floating, looking extremely lonely. The three of them all felt heavy, and the look of determination on their faces became increasingly intense.
"Next, we have to face Marquis Qushan..." Ke Yan didn't want to face this reality, but he had no choice.
If others want you to die, if you don't resist, you will perish. Although my resistance seemed a little small and insignificant, I had no choice.
This is what happened in Qingming Town and Qushan Tribe at this time. If Qingming Town doesn't resist, death will be the only thing waiting for them.
But if we resist now, is there any way to survive? Keyan was confused. The power of the four divine generals exceeded his expectations, and there was also Marquis Qushan who had never participated in a battle.
Is there any point in resisting? Ke Yan asked himself again and again in his heart.
"Yes, this is a big mountain..." Liu Kun expressed despair from the bottom of his heart. This enemy is really too powerful. According to the family's information, this Qu Shanhou is a strong man at the eighth level of the Mountain Building Realm. Can such a strong man still be able to defeat him? Liu Kun thought about it and felt a little ridiculous.
A third-level divine general took away one of his own peak combat powers. And Qu Shanrong, who has not taken action, is a character that he and others can only look up to.
Liu Kun sighed helplessly.
"I don't care. Either I die today or the invading enemy dies. Even if I can survive today, we will be life and death with the Qushan tribe in the future..." Feng Liang said sinisterly, with determination etched on his face.
"Well said!" Ke Yan stared at the Qingming Town side who were still fighting below. He stared at the ravine on the field and was also pleased for Yang Ning.
Ke Yan saw hope from the battle below, because the Qingming Town side never gave up, never gave up resistance, no matter how insignificant their own strength was, these people never gave up.
Yang Ning's team is a typical example. In order to survive, they suddenly emerged and broke out of the encirclement, giving Qingming Town a glimmer of hope.
Ke Yan's expression condensed, and his face instantly glowed with energy. The purple lion floating behind him instantly gained momentum. Ke Yan said: "Qingming Town is our home, let us fight to protect our home." The purple lion roared, It seems to be telling his unwillingness.
"Okay." Liu Kun seemed to be infected, and his momentum rose again, and said: "The ancestor said that he would let me help him protect this land. Today, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you and fight for this hometown!" Although Liu Kun has been peaceful these years The current situation is caused by the lack of ambition of the ancestor of the Liu family, but it does not mean that Liu Kun has no blood.
Others have beaten you to the doorstep, but if you don't stand up to resist, what's the difference between you and salted fish?
"Okay, let's have fun and kill each other..." The voice sounded, spreading from near to far.
"A big killing? Humph, are you worthy enough?" Qu Shanhou took two steps forward, and a kingly aura quietly came out from his body.
"How dare you, ants, have the right to kill so hard?" The voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.
"not good……"
"Are you going to take action?"
"Qu Shanhou..."
Everyone said subconsciously.
"Is the Marquis finally going to take action?"
On the flying boat, the god general who had been carried up long ago murmured to himself. Regarding the death of the three brothers, the god general had no mercy at all, and even looked at them ruthlessly.
When the old gods die, new gods will come up to take over. This is a common thing among the Qushan tribe.
Qu Shanhou is a very ambitious man, and this god-general knows this very well. Therefore, the destruction of Qingming Town today is doomed.
Thinking of this, a cruel look flashed on the god general's face, and he said softly: "Huh, the resistance of the ants will only cause fearless casualties and leave boring jokes. What a bunch of ants..." At the end of the sentence, the god The general did not forget to sigh, as if he had seen the massacre of Qu Shanhou.
"Senior Jianjue..." Yang Ning turned around.
"Little friend, you really amaze me. At such a young age, you are able to comprehend Xuan-level sword skills." Jian Jue understood what Yang Ning meant. Only he could stop Qu Shanhou's attack.
Jian Jue smiled magnanimously and said, "Your swordsmanship talent is top-notch even in the Beixuan Sword Sect. Are you really not going?" Jian Jue looked at Yang Ning with a pityful look.
"Senior, I know, but I'm afraid of restrictions." Yang Ning smiled, looking a little embarrassed. In response to Jian Jue's kindness, Yang Ning could only refuse with apology.
Resolutely silent, he took two steps forward and said, "Little friend, I'm going..." After leaving this sentence, Jian Jue flew up.
