Feng Feiyang didn't know where his confidence came from, but he had blind confidence in Yang Ning's strength.
In the dark clouds, the thunder and fire seemed to be endless, falling continuously, following the guidance of the spiritual sword, falling from the sky.
It stirred up thunder and fire, making the surroundings extremely dark.
After staring for a long time, Yang Ning finally moved.
The seven-step killing sword.
first step……
Soon, Yang Ning reached the fifth step and watched the sixth step fall.
The whole person's aura suddenly changed.
Like a ray of dawn, trying to break through the blockade of dark clouds.
Hanging from the sky.
It seems that there is only this sword in the world, with bright colors, shining on the world, so that the earth will not be frightened in the darkness.
A sword pointed directly at the sky from the square, emitting a bright light, with fire flashing in the middle, and thunder flashing...
There is a sharp contrast between the upper and lower parts.
"This Yang Ning is so strong..." Jian Jiu stared at it, feeling the killing intent in it, and his expression was moved, but he was even more confident in his senior brother Chunlei.
The angry sea surges, and the flames come from the east.
This is the general outline of the wrathful sword, and it is also the reason why it has become the secret skill of the sect that dominates the Liuyun Kingdom.
Triggered by thunder and fire, it draws in a force that is close to divine punishment and destroys the heaven and the earth.
This is the real angry sword.
And his senior brother Chunlei is still gathering momentum. Jianjiu believes that his senior brother will not be defeated.
Sure enough, as the thunder and fire continued to fall, fire appeared in the sky, gradually getting bigger, trying to ignite the entire sky.
A real angry sword.
"Get out of the sheath." Zhao Chunlei's long hair was flying, and his white clothes were tinged with flame red under the light of the fire. He was like a world-destroying king, looking down at everything with anger and killing intent.
With a sword, the boundless fire disappeared instantly and merged into a sword.
Zhao Chunlei's hands were trembling, as if he couldn't control this power that was almost a punishment from heaven. There were big beads of sweat on his face, but because of the overwhelming anger, he still persisted. His eyes were like torches, staring at Yang Ning, intending to Kill.
A sword, stronger than the scorching sun, kept making screams that resounded throughout the sky.
"Jian Wuxiu, it's over here. You can go to the sword tomb." Jian Jue was very angry and had secretly accumulated strength in case of any eventuality.
Jian never thought that Yang Ning could take such a sword. Jian Jue is well aware of the power of the angry sword.
What's more, Yang Ning was cured of the heart-traveling poison, but he did not fully recover, leaving Yang Ning unable to fully fight.
Originally, from Jian Jue's point of view, Yang Ning could defeat Zhao Chunlei, but unexpectedly, this Zhao Chunlei actually mastered the Furious Sword. Jian Jue felt as if the situation was out of his control.
It seems that my sudden return has made these people feel very unhappy. Jian Jue sighed inwardly. At the same time, the strong uneasiness in his heart made it impossible for Jian Jue to calm down.
Could it be said that there is really no way to stop the killing sword? Jian never knew, but the bloody uneasiness in his heart became more and more clear.
Jian Wuxiu didn't speak, as if he turned a deaf ear to Jian Jue's words, and even in the depths of his eyes, the viciousness became stronger and stronger.
Above the long sky, a ray of dawn seemed to pierce the dawn and come to the world.
Yang Ning was dressed in a green shirt, dancing in the wind, with beads of sweat on her brows as she took the seventh step with difficulty.
With one sword, all the youth was poured out, and it fell slowly.
The air trembled.
Sizzling...
Keep echoing.
The seven-step killing sword is unsheathed.
boom……
Two sharp and terrifying forces collided.
"Get out of the way..."
"terrible……"
"Is this still the power that the peak of the Mountain Viewing Realm can emit?" Some people hesitated, unable to believe the facts they saw with their own eyes.
All day long, the sky seemed to be shattering.
The wanton expression of sword intent has become the sole ruler of this world.
Cutting the space, annihilating it bit by bit.
"puff……"
"puff……"
Blood stained the sky.
At the same time, there was a huge pit in the square, and the sword intention still stayed there for a long time.
The power that spreads out in all directions is like a wave of water, lasting for a long time and spreading far and wide, causing the surrounding disciples to continuously retreat.
In the air, flames bloomed in an instant.
It was a pillar of fire that reached through the sky and the earth.
But under the blow of one sword, it was defeated and slowly dissipated.
"Failed?" Jian Jiu couldn't believe it.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? This..." Jian Wubo spoke incoherently, almost roaring.
"Chun Lei was defeated?" Jian Biyou looked up and saw the sea of fire retreating. He still couldn't believe it. He was as strong as the angry sword, how could he be defeated?
"That was the Furious Sword, and it was defeated?" Jianjian Wuxiu was also disappointed. He kept replaying the sword that Yang Ning had just fired on the square in his mind.
For a long time, Jian Wuxiu's heart suddenly felt confused. Maybe he didn't want to do that. A pair of eyes glowed fiercely, like a man-eating wolf in a dark corner somewhere. It was very scary.
"Defeat..." Yang Ning's voice was very calm. But because of the sword, Yang Ning looked very weak. The Chengyi Sword was inserted between the cracks in the bluestone slab, supporting his body and preventing himself from falling.
One sword drained away all Yang Ning's spiritual power, and Yang Ning's face turned extremely pale.
"What a great Yang Ning." Jian Jue's face suddenly felt much more relaxed. At the moment of the collision, Jian Jue even felt whether he could save Yang Ning, but at this moment, Jian Jue felt extremely happy.
That boy finally grew up.
Although the divine fire has not been ignited yet, it is still strong.
"Very good." Jian Jue nodded.
When he turned around, his voice became cold again and said: "Jian Wuxiu, I have been in Jianzhong for three months. I hope you can take care of yourself."
Jian Jue will also not let Jian Wuxiu go, because the angry sword cannot be passed lightly, and Jian Wuxiu's move undoubtedly violated the Jian Zong's regulations.
Jian Wuxiu lowered his head and said nothing, as if he acknowledged Jian Jue's judgment, but the vicious look in his lowered eyes became stronger and stronger.
"And you guys." Jian had no intention of letting him go, and even had a look of warmth and anger on his face.
"Tai Shang Elder, the head master also cares about the face of this Sword Sect, please..." Jian Wubo was interrupted by Jian Jue before he could finish his words.
"Hmph! Face? You must know that you are a group of swordsmen."
Between Jian Jue's fingers, a sword light flashed, pointing directly at his heart.
"You can come out again in a month." Jian Jian and the other five people did not change anything because of Jian Wubo's words.
Jian Jue left, leaving six people behind, all with complicated thoughts.
"Three months? Just right." Jian Wuxiu's face suddenly became distorted at this moment.
In front of nearly five thousand disciples, the dignified headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect was humiliated. Jian Wuxiu felt a burning pain, even harder than slapping him several times.
"Yang Ning, how are you?" Feng Feiyang trotted all the way, came closer, supported Yang Ning, and asked with concern.
"It's okay." Yang Ning answered with some difficulty, but there was no hint of flinching between her brows.
Zhao Chunlei appeared in the distance, lying in a pool of blood, his body stooped.
"Zhao Chunlei, I never thought about taking away your quota, but I absolutely shouldn't. You shouldn't kill me." Yang Ning's words were like sharp knives piercing Zhao Chunlei. Chun Lei's heart.
"puff……"
Zhao Chunlei was bleeding.
"Don't pretend to be a good person." Jian Biyou's voice sounded ruthlessly.
"Chunlei, let's go." Jian Biyou helped Zhao Chunlei up, and the disciples moved out of the way and left.
"Brother Feng, help me to the back mountain." Yang Ning knew that he would not have an easy time on this mountain. Even for a moment, Yang Ning felt that he was a little redundant.
Especially among this mountain range, there is a feeling of not blending in with the world.
Can such a sword sect really last long? Yang Ning felt a little disappointed.
As the two of them traveled further, the disciples gradually dispersed in the square.
Yang Ning's powerful counterattack was deeply reflected in everyone's heart, and even stimulated many disciples. The Sword Sect's sword is powerless to change even if it is defeated or even angered by the sword. This made it difficult for them to accept it for a while.
One month goes by in a blink of an eye.
In one month, Yang Ning and the four of them received personal guidance from Jian Jue. The strength of the four people who participated in the five-sect competition improved by leaps and bounds. During this period, Liu Feng even almost broke through the mountain-building realm. Fortunately, Jian Jue took action in time. , helped Liufeng suppress it and stabilized his momentum.
During this period, Yang Ning was taken to a cave by Jian Jue.
It was a hole in the abyss under Hongqiao, with the words Sword Tomb on it.
Yang Ning finally knew where the Jianzong's sword tomb was.
This is a place without light, very dark, only the torches in the hands of the two people are shining.
The two entered the sword tomb. After nearly a quarter of an hour, Yang Ning saw the true face of the sword tomb.
There are many spiritual swords everywhere, with sword energy, sword intent, and even the secret meaning of swords...
One after another, the sword light tells the legend of its former owner.
Everything was normal. Jian Jue did not tell Yang Ning why he came to the sword tomb. He just walked around briefly as if he was introducing it to Yang Ning.
Nothing strange happened, but when the two left the sword tomb, Jian Jue's words made Yang Ning unable to believe it.
"If one day in the future, the life and death of the Sword Sect comes to a critical moment, you must come here, drop your blood on the sword tomb, and enter the depths with your spirit. You can take your place and pass on the spirit of the Sword Sect."
It was so sudden that Yang Ning couldn't understand it, but Jian Jue told him that it was just a precautionary measure and should not be taken seriously.
But Yang Ning felt different emotions. Because when Jian Jue spoke, he was very serious, as if he was sure that what he said would definitely happen.
But looking at Jian Jue's appearance, he didn't mean to explain himself at all, so he could only bury it in his heart.
Months later it was finally time to set out for the Kirigakure Gate.
There were nearly ten people in the group, led by Jian Jue himself, plus Mrs. Chonghua, Feng Feiyang, Feng Xing'er, Yang Ning, Liu Feng, Jian Er Zhao Gang, and Jun Yuyu from the Spiritual Medicine Academy.
Mrs. Chonghua said she was going to Wuyinmen to do something, and by the way, Feng Feiyang could see the world. The sword was definitely not easy to refuse, so she took it with her immaturely, but every time she looked at Mrs. Chonghua, there was something firm on her face. complex.
However, after a month, among the four people, what caught Yang Ning's attention was that Jun Yuyu from the elixir hospital seemed to be a fickle girl, active like an elf, talking and laughing, giving people a feeling of sunshine. But every time they sparred, it was like a female tyrannosaurus. Even if Yang Ning wanted to suppress her, without using her trump card, the outcome was still 50-50, which made Yang Ning curious.
But every time, after the competition, Yang Ning would welcome the two of them to join forces, which made Yang Ning complain endlessly.
Because every time after sparring with Jun Yuyu, Liufeng would join forces with Jun Yuyu to beat him up.
This made Yang Ning depressed.
Slowly, Yang Ning finally saw the clues.
The purpose of this affair is impure.
snort! Value sex over friends.
But every time Yang Ning mentioned it, the two of them would join forces, so that later, Yang Ning didn't dare to mention it.
"Let's set off today."
Jian Jue said that the flying boat was ready, and only eight people were waiting to board it.
"Okay." Eight people boarded the boat. On the square, a group of disciples, led by Jian Wubo and the five others, watched the flying boat off.
"Wu Bo, the five of you, be optimistic about Jian Zong." Jian Jue simply explained and took a flying boat to travel far away.
…
"Have you finally left?" The voice was low, echoing in the cave.
"Yes."
"Let's prepare too." His eyes suddenly lit up, and a sinister light emitted a captivating light in the dark night.
