"Yes, a child can be taught..." A sigh slowly passed into Yang Ning's mind.
However, at this moment, Yang Ning did not have any time to pay attention to this mysterious person. Ling Tian Jue was running, and it continued to gather towards Zi Mansion, little by little, wisp by wisp...
In the Zi Mansion, the miniature Two Worlds Mountain became more condensed, almost like a solid body, and its majestic and gloomy aura became even more terrifying.
Gradually, in less than a quarter of an hour, with the help of Ling Tian Jue, the condensation of the third level of Yang Ning's Zi Mansion was completely completed.
Yang Ning recovered her mind, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes.
There is a sparkle in the eyes.
"Fortunately..." Yang Ning said to Yang Pi and Yang Zhen, a dark red light flashed above the Chengyi Sword in his hand.
"Leave it to me next." Yang Ning was as cold as iron, and she unsheathed her sword again.
Unable to withstand the instantaneous explosive force, the wooden sheath instantly shattered.
Clang!
Without any suspense, the seven stingers that pierced Yang Ning's body were cut off by the sword light like tofu.
"It's time to calculate the general ledger..." Yang Ning's eyes gradually turned blood red, as bright as the setting sun with only a trace left in the sky.
The sword light was powerful, and the seven-step killing sword was instantly formed. A huge sword appeared in Yang Ning's hand, as if he was carrying a huge weight on his back. It was a bit uncoordinated, but no one dared to underestimate the power of such a big sword.
"No, the Yinfeng Destruction Formation is going to be broken?"
The expressions of the Disha members changed. Seven of them gathered together, and the seven magic wheels were spinning like seven terrifying whirlpools.
"Yin Feng Mie is about to be assimilated, which means that this person has no fear of Yin Feng Mie. At this moment, we can only fight to the death." The seven Disha members showed their strong aura, and at the same time, black flames burned between the seven of them. .
The soul fires of the seven strong men in the sixth level of the Mountain-Building Realm burned at the same time, almost covering half of the sky. The gloomy flames seemed to burn everything in the world, and the magic wheels danced among the flames.
As it rotated, a terrifying fire storm formed, sweeping towards Yang Ning and the others.
"Mountain beyond the mountain!"
"Otherland!"
"The art of drawing swords..."
Yang Ning went crazy, the terrifying voice echoed in the remaining formation of the Yin Feng Destruction Formation, the thunder floated, and the dark red power was mobilized by Yang Ning, wrapping himself up so that the remaining formation could not cause harm to him.
Sword light flashed and erupted from the remaining formation.
Bang bang...
There was a constant sound of chains breaking.
The Yin Feng Destroying Formation, without any resistance, collapsed instantly.
"Haha..." Yang Zhen laughed wildly. Fang Tian held the painted halberd in his hand again. At the moment when the remaining formation was shattered, he swung it in a circle and released a terrifying unparalleled momentum.
"Children of Yinfeng Valley, suffer death..." Yang Zhen stood proudly in the world, like a real god of war, with a majestic momentum, like a great bank, unbreakable.
The light of the sword reflected the crescent moon in the sky, shining down like silver light, and the hunting blades kept beating...
Yang Ning used his sword to break through the remaining formation of Yin Feng, but his power remained unabated. The sword light turned into rainbow light, traveling at extremely fast speeds towards the newly formed flame storm of the magic wheel.
High in the sky, with the fall of Jian Jue, everyone seemed to be going crazy. The great uncle of the Ancient Sword Tower was even more ferocious. The sword fell, and the giant sky sword instantly shattered the space around the right elder, leaving him unable to stand. place.
"Kill!" The master's uncle let out a long roar, and slashed his sword down from high in the sky, forming a killing blade and mercilessly slashing at the elder on the right.
The terrifying blade destroyed the heaven and earth, forming a space of silence wherever it passed.
This is Master Shuzu's strongest blow, and it will completely kill the right elder of the Demon Sect. Because on the other side, the holy monk Jiuzi is in trouble. If he does not get support, he may fall.
Master of the Sword Dao, the terrifying regular blade formed a terrifying chill and struck down at the elder on the right.
There was a trace of bitterness on the face of the right elder. For a swordsman of the same level, especially after being completely angered, his explosive power is undoubtedly terrifying. For him, he is almost invincible.
Facing the falling sword light, Elder You felt desperate and wanted to ask for help, but it was too late.
There was blood coming from the black gown, prompting the right elder to make a decision.
A strong man has already fallen and died of forced self-destruction. Elder You also made the same decision at this moment.
Extreme compression, all breath is instantly restrained.
"No, get away quickly..."
Qingfeng controlled the Deduction Mirror, looked at the overall situation, and felt the changes in Elder You, reminding his uncle, the master of the ancient sword tower.
"Haha..." Somewhat lonely, with the desolation of a strong man, the expression on the right elder's face changed drastically, and a destructive aura came from his body.
boom……
Rumble…
Like exploding...
From high in the sky, it gradually spread.
This is another terrible storm, which is unstoppable. It is thousands of miles away and gradually spreads...
Uncle Shi had already made contingency plans at the same moment Qingfeng reminded him, but he was still overwhelmed by the terrifying storm of self-destruction.
"Master-uncle..."
"Uncle Master..." Yang Pi felt sad and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"Damn..." Yang Pi's eyes changed instantly and turned extremely red.
"You all deserve to die..." The Crescent Sword exploded with all its strength, slashing out with the utmost sword light.
"Ah..." Dao Tu was also roaring, and with one blow of the ink knife, the green armor on Gui Shangchou's body was completely shattered.
Rumble…
Still spreading, gradually drifting away...
This is a terrible strong wind, everyone present must be afraid, and even if they are swept away by it, they will be completely annihilated...
"Old Right..." Elder Zuo shouted, but he was tightly restrained by Jiuzi Divine Monk and could not escape.
"Death!" Elder Zuo was angry because the one who blew himself up just now was his brother. The two had been dependent on each other for hundreds of years, but at this moment they passed away forever...
As the Demon Lord waved his fist, he felt a bit more sad and angry. At the same time, he hated iron more than steel and wanted to avenge him.
The forest formations in Hell Mountain are incomparable, constantly bombarding the mirror of creation, and they are inextricably linked to Qing Feng.
The second prince was guarded by Ting Yixiao and Qiu Bielan, with a hint of fear in his eyes. Before taking action, the second prince weighed the strength of both parties more than once. As the main sect of Liuyun Kingdom, Wuyinshan was naturally strong, but when the Demon Lord told him that there was Yinfeng Valley to help him, the second prince did not hesitate. 's agreed.
Maybe other people don't know much about Shadow Wind Valley, but as a royal, he is very aware of the horror of Shadow Wind Valley. However, as the two powerful men self-destructed, the second prince became afraid.
Because the self-destruction of such a strong man is too terrifying. The first one took away thirty-six strong men in an instant, and the second one almost annihilated half of the sky. It is unstoppable without human power...
While the second prince was stunned, he suddenly felt a figure flash across his heart.
"Father?" The second prince murmured, but he soon regained his clarity.
"This prince has the help of Yinfenggu, even my father can't stop him..." A sinister smile appeared on the second prince's face, his gaze looking at the world away, and he regained his composure again.
The aftermath gradually dispersed, but what was surprising was that high in the sky, not far from the center of the explosion, a dilapidated figure gradually emerged.
"Survived?" Yang Pi was excited, because that figure was very familiar to him. It was the figure of his great uncle. Although it was dilapidated, he still survived after all.
"Uncle Master..." Dao Tu held the ink knife and cut it countless times without feeling tired at all. But at this moment, a smile appeared on his face.
"Damn it!" The Demon Lord snorted coldly. In the gap, he aimed at the surviving uncle and slapped him in the air. However, he was soon enveloped by the "swastika" character above his head and had to deal with it.
"Be careful..." Qingfeng warned, and the mirror of creation continued to emit divine light to resist the pressure from Hell Mountain.
Uncle Shi was bleeding and his figure was very unstable. It seemed that he could fall from the clouds at any time. With weak spiritual power fluctuations, he hurriedly avoided the devil's palm, swallowed a holy crystal in a panic, and recovered at high altitude.
"Kill!" The entire Wuyin Mountain turned into blood, and countless practitioners fell into a pool of blood.
The wind and blood flowed, and Jun Yuyu's face was covered with blood.
Qin Ningyi kept waving the jade sword in her hand, and her pure white dress was covered in blood.
Dao Tu gasped for breath. Although the green armor was broken by him, Gui Shangchou's strength made him helpless for a while.
Fighting is going on everywhere, the number of seventy-two Disha members is decreasing, but the number of cultivators belonging to the five sects and those who watch the ceremony are also decreasing sharply.
The disciples of the Demon Sect and the forces of the second prince are also constantly killing the disciples of the Kirigakure Sect.
The terrifying aura of destruction continues to linger, and the screams echo gradually away...
The road of killing is the road of bloodshed.
Jian Jue's words echoed in Yang Ning's mind, but he became an eternal memory and would never appear in the world again.
As Yang Ning's sword fell, the terrifying storm formed by the seven Disha members also began to move.
This is the collision of two forces.
The power from hell competes ruthlessly with the swordsman.
Yang Ning's sword became sharper and sharper, and the giant sword continued to spark sparks between the magic wheels, scattering in all directions.
Fang Tian's painted halberd kept rubbing around, stirring up the surrounding wind and clouds.
Yang Pi's blood-red eyes gradually retreated after his uncle survived, but the coldness on his body was even more terrifying.
With three against seven, the three of them had a remarkable record, but in the eyes of the three of them, it was not enough. They had to become more perverted, and only to kill their opponents was their belief.
"Kill!" Yang Ning shouted sharply. The pain from the sword made Yang Ning's sword sharper, and the sword's intention kept changing as he swung it.
No, it should be said that the sword body is changing and turning red.
"Will to fight?"
"Real fighting spirit? How is that possible?"
The expressions of the Disha members changed.
Because the aura on Yang Ning's body has undergone earth-shaking changes.
This is the most difficult fighting spirit among cultivators to understand, even higher than sword intent.
The will to fight plus the will to sword? How to fight this?
The seven Disha members felt desperate.
The surging sword became more and more blood-red, transforming into killing, and a surging fighting spirit continued to emerge.
"Help me wait..." A Disha member finally called for help because he felt the danger of death. If Yang Ning's transformation was completed, the seven of them would be completely crushed by this fighting spirit.
Crime, no, love is more terrifying than crime. Such a genius only happens once in a thousand years, how could they meet him?
As the Earth Demon members called for help, the magic wheel decomposed in an instant and turned into two inner and outer wheels, each carrying a storm, constantly attacking in the hope of delaying time.
Yang Ning's eyes became redder and redder, and her long hair danced in the pool of blood along with her green shirt.
"Come and fight!" Yang Ning said with great enthusiasm, and his majestic momentum captured people's hearts.
