On the steps, as Yang Ning's sword intention broke through, it gradually stabilized.
The space that Yang Ning was in finally changed its appearance as Yang Ning closed her eyes and climbed.
In front of Yang Ning, the end of the boundless Bai Lian appeared, and vaguely, a sword could be seen quietly inserted on the top of the mountain, emitting a faint red light.
But Yang Ning closed her eyes and didn't see it at all.
At this moment, Yang Ning could only climb with all her strength, trailing two lines of blood behind her, with a firm belief in her heart, that is, to climb up.
And just now the giant sword appeared in the sky above Beixuan Sword Sect, that is, from where Yang Ning was at the moment, he could just see the sword on the top of the mountain.
…
The distance to Bai Lian is getting closer and closer, and gradually there seems to be a slight change in the space.
The roaring sound seemed to have suddenly stopped. Suddenly, the entire space was silent. Only the sound of Yang Ning's heavy breathing echoed around.
what happened? Could it be that the landslide has stopped?
Yang Ning opened his eyes, feeling that his eyelids were unusually heavy, but this was no longer important to Yang Ning, who was between life and death, because he wanted to know urgently whether the landslide behind him was really like He heard what he heard and stopped.
Yang Ning turned around with difficulty. Two lines of blood stains were very eye-catching, and they were far away. At the end of the blood stains, there was an endless abyss, stretching between heaven and earth.
And just as Yang Ning thought, the landslide did stop because there was no further progress.
Seeing this, Yang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at his hands. They were already bloody and bloody, and there were even thick bones in some places. Two lines of blood continued to flow, staining a large area of the mountain road red.
Cruel? Yang Ning doesn't know.
But compared to living, Yang Ning feels that everything is worth it.
Even though the blood is flowing, the fact that he is alive at this moment is the best proof. ×IA,：《……,,
Yang Ning raised his eyes and saw the shadow of the sword at the end of Bai Lian, and murmured: "It turns out that it's the end..." Yang Ning stayed for a long time, and then said: "It's finally the end..."
Yang Ning struggled and used all her strength to stand up, but found that at this moment, even standing up was a luxury.
No, I must stand up.
Although the process was bumpy, I must stand up the moment I reach the top of the mountain, because I want to stand upright and proud, and I want to look down on it all...
An inexplicable force suddenly emerged between Yang Ning's legs, driving her body and her legs gradually straightened.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Perhaps the sword on the top of the mountain saw the intentions of the netizens. A majestic pressure poured down on Yang Ning, bending Yang Ning's legs that had just been straightened.
"Aren't you going to give way?"
Yang Ning smiled.
"Ha ha……"
Because just now, Yang Ning didn't know the origin of this sword, but at this moment Yang Ning was sure.
It was that sword, the bloody sword that almost cut him off with one strike, the sword that made him kneel down.
"If you don't let me stand, I will stand, haha..."
Yang Ning smiled wildly, arrogantly, and magnanimously.
Because he is a swordsman, a swordsman must have a clear conscience, and a swordsman must stand upright. Even if you are powerful, even if you are the master of the world, you cannot stop me from standing.
Yang Ning's bloody hand pushed hard from the bluestone steps. Under the power of inertia, his body gradually straightened, and finally he stood on the steps.
"Stand, this is my true nature and my power. No one can stop me, even today..."
Regardless of Yang Ning's bleeding hands, he seemed to be the emperor of the world, exuding an astonishing momentum. The memories of the two lives were finally completely integrated at this moment. The souls of the two lives finally merged into one at this moment, forming a truly strong heart.
Yang Ning felt that in his sea of consciousness, a strong aura poured down from an ethereal place along the pillar of chaotic spiritual power.
The miniature Two Worlds Mountain in the sea of his own consciousness became extremely majestic in an instant. The first layer of thunder rolled, gradually forming a sea of thunder, and there seemed to be a silver dragon flashing in the middle. In the second layer, runes floated, and gradually formed according to a certain pattern. Arranged in order...
Yang Ning's aura strengthened instantly, as if it came naturally.
Finally reached the peak of the mountain viewing realm...
Yang Ning sighed in his heart.
My foundation has become so deep that even my previous life was not as strong as one or two out of ten.
Yang Ning stepped out with the power of a king, and textures emerged under his feet. This was the blessing of the array of spirit beads, protecting Yang Ning within it. A force of thunder lingered around him, like a thunder god coming to the world.
The flames burned from the middle, making the surrounding area extremely hot...
Until this moment, the deep foundation Yang Ning had laid for himself was finally revealed.
In an instant, because Yang Ning reached the peak of the Mountain Viewing Realm, his body returned to its original state, and his feet walked slowly, like a god coming to the world.
Take your time and walk towards the top of the mountain.
As Yang Ning climbed the mountain, the pressure on the top of the mountain became stronger and stronger, but Yang Ning was like a swordsman who came to the world, turning a deaf ear to all the pressure, as if the pressure was not directed at him. As the pressure came, They separated automatically three feet in front of Yang Ning.
And Yang Ning was walking on the steps, getting closer and closer to the blood sword, as if he was strolling in a leisurely field.
Finally, Yang Ning saw the sword itself clearly.
This is a sword whose blade is made of blood. The sword blade exudes a strong smell of blood, as if it has been soaked in countless blood. In the middle of the sword blade, there is a tiny deep mark, exuding a sharp aura. And at the sword grid, there is a bloody phoenix with bloody feathers and supreme majesty. The beak is holding the hilt of the sword, which is lifelike. This is a blood-stained phoenix, its wings soaring as if it has endless power.
What kind of sword is this? It actually uses a blood-stained phoenix as a sword pattern. This is too scary. Seeing this, Yang Ning couldn't help but be shocked by the bloody sword in front of him.
Because the phoenix has always existed in legends and has never appeared in the world, but this sword actually uses a bloody phoenix as the sword pattern.
Yang Ning followed the sword grid and slowly looked up, but what shocked him was the sword hilt. The hilt of this sword turned out to be a real dragon...
Yang Ning felt her heart beating.
A real dragon can be used as a sword hilt, but this is too...
Yang Ning felt that what he saw was not real, because no sword dared to do this, but how to explain everything in front of him?
It's terrible that a real dragon is used as a sword hilt...
With shock, Yang Ning felt her heart beating into her throat.
Because how to use such a sword, who dares to use it, and who is qualified to use it?
A bloody phoenix is used as the sword grid, and the body of a real dragon is used as the hilt. Is a human worthy of making it?
Yang Ning stared at the blood sword and looked up again.
At the position of the sword pier, a word seemed to appear suddenly.
kill.
It looks striking.
However, each stroke is like an iron painting with silver hooks, with sharp edges and corners.
"Your name is Lu?" Yang Ning almost blurted out.
But when he asked, he felt a little regretful. Because it was just a sword, could he really answer himself? Yang Ning felt that her behavior was a bit childish.
But what was surprising was that the sword actually moved, as if in response to him.
What level of sword is this? Yang Ning was a little confused.
The Tianque Sword is the sword of his previous life, but the Tianque Sword feels sharp to him. It can cut anything sharp, but if you want to be so humane, you can't do it.
But the bloody sword in front of him can actually understand his own words. Could it be that he is actually human? No, how can a person turn into a sword? Isn’t that a bad person?
But Yang Ning has a very clear feeling, that is, although this sword can understand people's words, it is much worse than the Tianque Sword. Yang Ning can't explain where this feeling comes from. , but this feeling is extremely clear.
As Yang Ning approached the killing sword, he finally reached the top of the mountain.
Yang Ning came back to her senses and glanced around.
List of small hills.
A wonderful feeling, as if you can see a different scenery. Although the process was difficult, the joy of finally setting foot on the top of the mountain made Yang Ning overjoyed.
Although there are clouds and mist all around, the feeling of stepping on the mountain under your feet is like you have experienced countless scenery.
A feeling of standing at the top arises spontaneously.
It seemed like everything was below, under his feet.
"I finally set foot on the top of the mountain again, haha..."
This is the most hearty smile Yang Ning has ever had since his rebirth, because this is a hard-won feeling after going through hardships, a feeling of standing on top of everyone like his previous life.
It's wonderful, overlooking everything, as if you are the tallest person. The mountains are at your feet, the land is at your feet, and everything except the sky is at your feet.
Although she bled on the way, Yang Ning's heart had conquered everything and nothing could change it.
Yang Ning is like a sword, standing on the top of the mountain, slightly. ".","" The wind didn't stop, blowing the long hair on the temples, dancing with the wind, looking straight, watching the changes in the clouds and smoke.
"It's a pity that I can't share my joy with them..." Yang Ning was a little lonely, because in his previous life, he stood at the top and was matched with Wan'er. Now when he stepped on the top of the mountain, he was alone.
Only this heaven and this earth can bear witness to one's own glory and witness one's own joy.
Zheng!
The killing sword behind him groaned softly.
"Oh, I forgot about you, and you, listening to my joy, haha..."
Yang Ning smiled, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
Yang Ning walked up to the killing sword, holding it with blood flowing in his hand.
Zheng!
There was a sword roar, which seemed a little unpleasant, but how could a dead object escape Yang Ning's palm.
Yang Ning held the handle firmly, feeling that the sword in his hand seemed reluctant, but he still could not escape after all.
The blood was flowing, dyeing the real dragon on the hilt red, following the hilt, covering the sword grid, and finally following the mark in the middle of the blade, flowing all over the sword's body.
Zheng!
There was a clear and loud sound.
Yang Ning pulled out the sword.
The long sword was swung like a bloody waterfall.
"What a sword!" Yang Ning couldn't help but praise.
Suddenly, the sword seemed to be stimulated by something. Yang Ning felt as if his hand was not obeying his command and was suddenly pulled away by the sword.
It was like a thunderbolt hitting his hand, causing Yang Ning to let go involuntarily.
The killing sword fell and was stuck on the top of the mountain.
"Are you angry?"
Yang Ning feels this way.
Yang Ning held the sword against her head and felt that the sword was like a child, a very emotional child.
"Compared to you, you should have reached the level of the Divine Sword..." Yang Ning said to the killing sword. Even Yang Ning himself felt a little incredible, but Yang Ning said it.
"Since you won't be held by anyone, then I will trample you under my feet!"
Yang Ning suddenly felt a mischievous feeling, jumped up, and stepped on the sword pier.
Suddenly, the world becomes clear.
Yang Ning felt a sudden change in front of her eyes, and Yang Ning, who was standing on the 49th floor, woke up.
"Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyans, escape one of them..."
It was as if the sound of Mi Mi echoed in Yang Ning's mind.
"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, escape one of them..." Jian Jue seemed to be muttering to himself, and the words were exactly the same as the voice in Yang Ning's mind.
"Is it really you?" Jian Jue couldn't believe it. He looked into Yang Ning's eyes and was completely stunned.
