Jian Nian's sword is not as decisive as Jian Jue, but there is one thing that Jian Jue does not have, and that is speed. Wherever the thought comes, Jian Nian's sword can cut it. This is a rule. Extremely fast rules.
"Quickly?" With a shake of his hands, the fist mark appeared instantly, forming a terrible storm at the same time. The black flames covered the sky and the sun. In the puff of white mist, it instantly swallowed up everything around it. It aimed at the falling sword blade, without any hesitation. Hesitant, choose head-on confrontation.
In Jian Nian's mind, information about Yinji gradually emerged. The Ninth Palace Envoy sat down. He was one of the Eight Heavenly Kings and was an extremely militant person. However, because he disappeared from sight along with the Ninth Palace Emissary more than sixty years ago, he never expected that he would reappear today and have grown to such a level.
There is no change in Jian Nian's spiritual sword. It is a simple, extremely fast sword, without any pretense, and collides with the fist seal.
Ding!
It was like a sword striking metal, but it didn't show the sharpness of the sword.
blocked……
The terrifying physical body. It seems that after more than sixty years of warming, the silent physical body has fully recovered and is comparable to a spiritual weapon.
As soon as the sword thought came to this point, the sword force changed instantly and turned into a ray of rainbow light. The sword shuttled across the Hongqiao.
Since the physical body is strong, Jian Nian will never be stupid enough to fight with the opponent head-on. One sword, one thought, one sword, finally manifested vividly at this moment.
The spiritual sword drew a circle in the air, and countless swords of thoughts suddenly formed a terrifying sword space. In the faint, countless sword chants were like the terrifying roar of dragons, which was terrifying.
A swordsman is invincible at the same level, but a strong person who cultivates the physical body is no weaker than the same level.
The tip of a needle and the awn of wheat are destined to determine the outcome today, not to mention life and death.
As long as the people of Yinfeng Valley appear in this world, they will be bloody. Such false rumors do not seem to be false at this moment.
In order to be super powerful, they would do anything.
Until this moment, Yang Ning finally realized the horror of Yinfeng Valley.
However, Yang Ning is still guessing about the information about the people below, but from the traces of the battle, it can be determined that this is definitely Yinfeng Valley.
Yang Ning used the power of his sword to shuttle through the sky, and soon arrived in front of the thatched house in the back mountain.
In front of the thatched house, the seven legendary figures, except Jian Nian, were not present, and the other six people had gathered.
"Senior." Yang Ning saluted respectfully.
"came back?"
Yang Ning felt sad because only six of the eight people who left came back. "Senior Jian Jue has died..." Yang Ning's heart felt like it was bleeding.
"Already expected it..." Elder Jiu said solemnly, raised his eyes to look at the front mountain in the distance, looked back in the direction of Hongqiao, and said: "Jian Jue has a strong character, and with the appearance of Yinfeng Valley, his death is inevitable... "Elder Jiu knows a lot about Beixuan Sword Sect because he lives in a thatched house all year round, and he also knows Jian Jue better.
"Let's meet the enemy..." Demon Control Sword Qin Houyuan controlled his own Demon Control Sword with awe-inspiring sword intent.
As soon as he finished speaking, five figures descended and arrived in front of the thatched house.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a strong person here..." One of them pursed his lips greedily, as if the smell of blood was coming from him.
"Third brother, can you calm down? This is a strong man..." Although his voice sounded reproachful, his contemptuous eyes did not take the six of them seriously at all.
"Brother, I will take the lead in a moment." The third brother opened his mouth, and the smell of blood was indeed stronger, as if he was a person who has been wallowing in blood all year round.
"Everyone, I must be the eight heavenly kings who sat down with the envoys of the Nine Halls of Yinfeng Valley..." Wang Guqin directly told the origin of the person.
"Yo? You actually know the names of our eight heavenly kings?"
A sinister voice, slightly neutral, but full of awe-inspiring atmosphere.
"Now that you know the eight heavenly kings are coming, and you haven't stretched your necks to wait, do you want this heavenly king to come and get it?" The voice was arrogant, and he didn't take the six people to heart at all.
"Stretch your neck? Let's see if you are qualified..." Ren Gandi held a bamboo flute with his palms clenched.
"Qualification? Haha..." "Let's see if I am qualified later." As he said that, the strange voice came with a punch.
boom……
There was an explosion, and the thatched house behind a few people instantly shattered and collapsed.
"Damn it!" The wine elder raised his head and took a sip of wine. His figure suddenly rose into the air, but he did not swallow the wine in his mouth. After looking back, the wine elder opened his mouth.
puff!
The sound of heart palpitations descended from the sky.
Like flames, more like drizzle, shooting downwards with a terrifying aura.
"Spraying wine? A small trick." A strange voice snorted coldly, and raised the body's protective aura from the ground to block all the wine drops that were like sharp arrows.
"Hmph!" The wine elder snorted coldly in the air and raised his head to drink. It seemed that only wine could soothe the pain of losing the thatched house in his heart.
"Since the one who comes here is not good, then let's fight." Lu Changxiao was surprisingly calm. As he finished speaking, the spirit sword was already in his hand, and it instantly burst out with terrifying power.
"Can I ask a question first?" At this moment, the third brother seemed to be reluctant to give up and looked at the six people, but Yang Ning was automatically ignored by him, because he was a cultivator in the Mountain Viewing Realm. , it is really difficult to make waves in front of the peak mountain-building realm expert.
"Where is the sword of your Sword Sect?" The third brother's body became increasingly sinister. He glanced back and forth at the six people, as if he didn't know the answer to the question and it was not appropriate to start a fight.
"Kill!" After hearing this, the wine elder was still in the mood to listen to his nonsense. Suddenly, the wine jar turned into a black shadow and was thrown forcefully, hitting the third brother's head.
"You'd better tell me, otherwise I'll beat you all to death, and that sword will be covered in dust."
But how could the six people give him a chance? The Demon Control Sword had been waiting for a long time. It was an iron sword, five inches wide, and it struck down with one blow, like an iron pillar, which was frightening.
The Demon Control Sword is four feet seven long and five inches wide. It weighs more than an ordinary sword. It is a giant sword. When the blade turns, there is a faint sound of wind and thunder. This is why it is called the Demon Control Sword.
"It's wrong for you to do this..." But the voice was soon drowned out by the roar of swords.
"Kill!" The flute in Ren Gandi's palm turned into a sharp rainbow light, hitting the strange voice.
As soon as the others made a move, Yang Ning was pulled away from the battle by Wang Zhuqin.
"Senior, why are you holding me back?" Yang Ning's eyes were blood red. When she saw the people from Yinfeng Valley taking action, she was eager to try, but in the end she still couldn't get rid of Wang Guqin's control.
"Yang Ning, calm down." Wang Zhuqin pointed at Yang Ning's forehead.
"Senior..." Yang Ning couldn't move, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was surging and could break out at any time.
"You have more important tasks." Wang Qinqin almost shouted, trying to calm Yang Ning's mind.
Wang Zhuqin only knew a little bit about the relationship between Jian Jue and Yang Ning, but Wang Zhuqin did not forget one thing, that is, when Yang Ning was hiking, he triggered the weapon that represented killing. sword.
The reason why Beixuan Sword Sect has stood firm in Western Shu and has been famous for thousands of years without weakening is because of this sword.
Following Wang Zhuqin's words, Yang Ning gradually stabilized and looked at Wang Zhuqin with complicated eyes.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the Sword Tomb." Wang Qinqin pulled Yang Ning out of the battle circle and leaped towards the front mountain and the back mountain.
Soon, the two reached the ground between the two mountains.
The space here is not very large, but it is filled with white mist, and there are even formations flowing in the middle.
"The Sword Tomb is just ahead." Wang Qinqin pointed to the cliff in mid-air. He could vaguely see a part of the bulge, but on the bulge, there was a dark cave entrance.
"We're here." Wang Qinqin seemed to feel that time was running out and took Yang Ning to the entrance of the cave.
"Go in." Wang Qinqin patted Yang Ning's shoulder and said, "Remember, resist the pressure and go deeper."
"Senior, aren't you going in?" Yang Ning stood at the entrance of the cave and already felt the strong sword intent, like a complete sword world.
All kinds of sword intentions were vented everywhere, but they were restrained by some unknown force and could not break through the hole.
"No..." Wang Zhuqin waved his hand, indicating that Yang Ning should not hesitate and enter quickly.
"Senior..." Yang Ning turned around.
"Remember, remember, you must go to the deepest point..." Wang Zhuqin's figure gradually disappeared and disappeared into the white mist.
Yang Ning stood at the entrance of the cave, a little lost, as if he saw the world inside the cave.
There are swords everywhere, and there are swords expressing cathartic intent everywhere.
Yang Ning's steps were hesitant, but just when he stood at the entrance of the cave, Yang Ning felt a fate that seemed to be destined.
"Is it really destined?" Yang Ning didn't believe in fate, let alone the so-called fate.
But the feeling in her heart became clearer and clearer as Yang Ning walked.
It seems... as if something is calling me?
But I have never been here before, and I don’t understand this strange place at all. How can I feel this way?
"Is this the killing sword that Jian Jue said?" Yang Ning guessed, stepped forward, and finally saw two words less than three meters deep at the entrance of the cave.
"Sword Tomb".
Each stroke conveys the surge of sword intent, making people's hearts palpitate.
Perhaps this was the true foundation of Beixuan Sword Sect. Yang Ning was shocked because he felt that the sword intention in his body was about to move.
The sword intention that I have comprehended is out of control and is attracted by these two words. This extremely unreasonable phenomenon has happened to me. What's going on? Yang Ning was confused.
Yang Ning tried his best to control the sword intent in his body while running the Lingtian Jue. He found that the Lingtian Jue was indeed effective and suppressed the restless sword intent in his body.
It seems that this technique is really not simple. Yang Ning sighed in his heart and walked towards the depths with light steps.
After traveling nearly ten feet away, my eyes finally opened up, but when I looked up, all I saw were swords.
There are swords that are inserted, lying down, and even ones with surging sword intent. There are no one to control them, but they can fly independently. They are all spiritual swords.
"Is this the Sword Tomb?"
"The burial place of the sword?"
"Is it still the burial place of the swordsman?" A series of questions flashed through Yang Ning's mind.
But in the middle of countless swords, there is a small road that leads directly to the depths, and in the depths, there are more majestic sword intentions shuttled back and forth. You can vaguely feel that these are some relatively powerful spiritual swords. While the sword intent is being emitted independently, the space is covered by the formation and cannot be broken through.
"These sword intentions are all left by countless Sword Sect predecessors, and these spiritual swords are probably their weapons during their lifetimes." Yang Ning said to himself, walking on the path, weaving in and out, going deeper and deeper.
