The sword looks very peaceful, without any killing aura, and exudes a soft white light, like an old man, standing quietly in the air, floating. There is no edge in the sword light, as if the sword has been lost. The sharp-edged ferociousness only looks like a sword.
On the hilt of the sword, there is a surrounding dragon-shaped carving, and a dragon head shape at the end, which seems to tell the sword's past achievements and tell an ancient glorious story. Around the blade, there is endless soft white light, wrapping the blade without any edge. The only place where you can tell that this sword has been used to kill is that there is a very thin blood-red thread in the middle of the blade.
The existence of the silk thread proves that this sword has also killed. The thread is very long, reaching straight to the sky. At the end of the thread, there is a word, which cannot be seen clearly and is hidden by the white light. It seems that it is done deliberately to hide some true thoughts.
Yang Ning didn't say anything. He stood below and looked sideways at Jian. Yang Ning stared for a long time and found that there was nothing unusual. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The sword strike just now was too killing. Even though Yang Ning had two souls, it still consumed a lot of Yang Ning's mind. Especially when facing a desperate crisis, the feeling of urgency, if Ordinary people, I'm afraid there will be a shadow left in their hearts.
But just now, Yang Ning also realized a truth, that is, sword cultivation. Since sword cultivation, no matter what the situation, you must have the courage to use the sword. Even when death is approaching, as long as you have a sword, you can To draw the sword.
Regardless of winning or losing, let’s talk after the sword is drawn.
After a brief recovery, Yang Ning looked up again and looked at the sword that emitted a soft white light.
Yang Ning wanted to see what happened at this glance. Yang Ning found out that the journey of refining one's mind in the world of mortals had not yet been completed and stayed on the forty-eighth floor, but he magically came to this space again.
It seems that this sword should be the key to refining one's mind this time.
Yang Ning thought, wanting to see what happened from the sword itself.
The sword in the air seemed to understand Yang Ning's intention. Under Yang Ning's gaze, the thread in the middle slowly grew.
Changed?
Yang Ning knew in her heart that this level of mental training had just begun.
The threads became wider, but the breath did not change at all.
The vast white space gradually became tinged with blood red due to the widening of the threads.
This is a kind of creepy red, because this red is not the same red, but blood red, and blood red means blood.
The white light contrasted, making the blood red even more bloody.
Yang Ning vaguely felt the glory of this sword in the past. It was a kind of bloody killing. Gradually, it turned into a river of blood, spreading forever.
Gradually, it seemed as if the soft white light was invincible and suppressed by the blood-colored threads.
Gradually, half of the vast white space turned into blood-red space.
"kill……"
"kill……"
Yang Ning felt like he was in a killing battlefield, with blood flowing like a river. In the blur, countless corpses fell down, and blood was everywhere. This was not a white space at all, but a bloody battlefield.
A sword is like a ruthless harvester. There are countless dead souls under the sword. In short, every time the sword shakes, countless corpses will become dead souls.
very scary……
Yang Ning felt that her throat was a little astringent and unusually dry and hoarse.
The memory of two lives and the soul are so terrifying. However, at this time, Yang Ning felt that his memory of two lives was trembling, because this sword was so fierce. When the sword was swung, it was covered with blood.
Yang Ning's soul was trembling.
My mind went blank.
The white space has turned blood red, the sky in Yang Ning's field of vision has turned dark black, countless people are screaming, and within the entire bloody field of vision, only the blood-red sword is advancing and waving...
It is as if this sword is the master of heaven and earth. No external object can stop it, and nothing can resist it.
The sky and the earth were blood red and turned pale.
The vastness of the sky and the vastness of the earth have lost any of their vastness under this sword.
How could a sword be so powerful?
Yang Ning hesitated because he didn't know whether what he saw was an illusion or reality. Can a sword really be so powerful?
Yang Ning was very hesitant and kept asking herself.
At this moment, a voice suddenly floated from the sky.
"With such power, you are still not convinced?"
Yang Ning felt as if she was standing in a bloody space for an instant.
Facing such power, Yang Ning felt her body trembling.
Yang Ning stood, the silk thread in the middle of the sword had occupied the entire sword body...
"ah……"
"ah……"
Countless screams echoed not far away.
Yang Ning felt as if he was being targeted by a sword. The tip of the sword was pointing at him, and a voice floated out again.
"Why don't you kneel down yet?"
The voice sounds very ethereal, as if it is a slander from heaven, which is irresistible.
Yang Ning felt that his soul was trembling, and his body had a tendency to kneel down following this vague criticism.
Between the legs, he began to bend and kept using them.
what happened? Could it be said that I have already arrived in this space?
But how is this possible, am I not on the road to refining my heart?
But these words, which were like accusations, were so clear, as if they really happened.
Yang Ning struggled not to bend her legs. At the same time, the sword intent spread out and wrapped around herself. Within three feet, the sword intent surged.
But Yang Ning felt like he was shaking the tree like a worm.
Can he really stop such a power of heaven and earth and such a sword?
Without asking, Yang Ning knew that it was impossible, and he couldn't even block it with his sword.
The sky turned blood red under the sword light.
Blood red has become the mainstream of the earth.
There is no one, the sword is moving by itself...
"Kneel down!"
Yang Ning felt the bones in his legs clanking.
"With such a strong power, should you kneel or not?"
Yang Ning was still frightened.
Because such power is too terrifying.
Even at the peak of his previous life, he would probably suffer from such power.
If someone could control the sword that eclipses the sky and the earth, wouldn't it be possible to pierce even the sky?
To kneel or not to kneel? Yang Ning was very confused.
"Kneel down and I will give you unprecedented power!"
The voice was like a devil, an urging devil, urging Yang Ning to make a choice.
Kaka...
Two crisp sounds in succession.
Yang Ning's knee joint was broken...
"ah……"
Throughout the bloody space, Yang Ning's screams echoed...
"Kneel down and I will give you invincible power..."
The voice seemed to have a strong magic power, driving Yang Ning to kneel down.
"Don't kneel..."
Yang Ning never expected that this sword would force him.
"Kneel down..."
The voice is like a demon.
Yang Ning felt like all the bones in her body were falling apart, and her forehead, back, and hands were instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Cold sweat poured down like a downpour, and on the ground where blood flowed into rivers, small streams were flowing in an instant...
"Kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground...kneel to...my parents..."
Yang Ning's voice was hoarse and her words were incoherent...
"As long as you kneel down, this sword will be yours..."
The temptation came out again in the voice, which had inexplicable power and affected Yang Ning's consciousness.
Yes, this sword is so powerful that it will eclipse the sky and the earth, but is this kind of power really what I desire? Yang Ning doesn't know.
He relived his life just for revenge. If he could get this sword, what about the Seven Sons of Tiandao and the Tiandao Sect? Isn’t it just a matter of sword?
But Yang Ning vaguely felt in her heart that this kind of power was not like her own, because although the sword was strong, Yang Ning did not want to be a slave.
A sword must drive him and make himself a slave, no.
"Don't kneel..."
As soon as Yang Ning said these two words, he felt that the three-foot space around his body that was supported by the sword was instantly shattered.
"puff……"
Blood splattered three feet...
A large area of clothes was dyed red, mixed with sweat, and gradually moved away with the bloody stream...
"kneel!"
There seemed to be a trace of anger in the voice, and a majestic power poured down on Yang Ning.
"Ah... no... kneel down..."
Yang Ning felt her spine bending and her consciousness gradually blurred. Immediately afterwards, Yang Ning's body gradually became shorter as her spine curved.
Crouched and trembling.
"If you don't kneel, you will die..."
The sword began to fall, falling straight without any unnecessary movements, as if everything was so simple.
The sword's edge did not stagnate at all, as if it was in free fall. Faster and faster, closer and closer...
"Those who kneel live, those who don't kneel die..."
The sound echoed, getting closer and closer as the sword fell, approaching death, like the call of the God of Death.
"Kneel down...kneel down to make you... numb... paralyzed... ah!"
Yang Ning continued intermittently, curling up and trying his best to finish the sentence, and saw that his body was about to be pierced by the sword...
Is this the end? Yang Ning's consciousness became clear in an instant, as if he was having a flashback. Before his death, he was extremely clear-headed.
But I haven't stood at the top of the world yet and haven't taken revenge yet. Is this the end?
Wan'er, Hui Ni, where are you?
Two beautiful and flawless figures appeared in Yang Ning's mind. The biting breath was getting closer and closer. Yang Ning's bone marrow gradually cracked, and the bones in his body gradually began to shatter...
Snapped……
Snapped……
Like crisp firecrackers, one sound after another echoed in Yang Ning's ears.
So clear, so loud...
Is this what death smells like?
Yang Ning also faced death in his previous life, but he died fighting when he was unable to defeat the enemy. But what does it mean to stand here?
Suffocated to death?
kneel? Yang Ning has never thought that although the sword is powerful, it is not his own, and he has to be a slave of a sword, which Yang Ning cannot do.
Yang Ning's flesh and blood were mangled, curled up there, like a pile of rotten meat, twitching constantly, but within it, there was a faint will, an unyielding consciousness, reverberating, supporting his beliefs.
A swordsman would rather break than bend.
A swordsman has a sword bone, an unyielding sword bone.
"Those who kneel live, those who don't kneel die..."
Like a reminder of death, it echoes again.
"Kneel down...kneel down, your mother!"
With a roar, Yang Ning's whole body's strength was exhausted, and finally, under the gaze of the two figures, he lost any consciousness and passed out completely.
The blood disappeared instantly, the sword disappeared instantly, and the space disappeared...
Everything is calm.
But Yang Ning did not kneel down in the end, even if it meant death.
Life and death were between a thought, but Yang Ning did not choose to surrender in the end.
"what happened?"
Yang Ning opened her eyes.
It was very calm, but deep down inside, it felt like the waves were rolling on the shore, because it was so real, and it was exactly what I had experienced.
The scenery in front of me was somewhat familiar. The Jiejian Stone stood quietly on the steps, the mountain gate still stood, and my Chengyi Sword still relied on the Jiejian Stone.
And he was still standing on the steps of the 48th floor. The bones in his body were not broken, and it seemed as if nothing happened. However, Yang Ning clearly discovered that there was an unspeakable change in his body that was beyond words.
