This was a frightening battle, at least in Jian Wuxiu's lifetime, he had never seen it before. Such a strong man brought disaster to Beixuan Sword Sect only because of himself.
"Let's go, junior brother, to the back mountain..." Jian Wuxiu was already panicking, because the aftermath of such a battle could kill both of them directly.
"Ah? Oh..." Jian Wubo was weak. With Jian Wuxiu's help, the two left the square.
High in the sky, the sword light shines like rays of light, but the magic wheel opposite is even more eerie and fascinating.
The strength of both of them is already at the peak of the mountain-building realm, because the mountaineering realm has no words to overcome, but it stops here, but their respective cultivation levels have become incomparably deeper as they grow older.
Especially the silence, after more than sixty years of precipitation, once it appeared in the world, it was naturally terrifying.
Every thought is in the space of one sword.
Jian Nian's sword was almost at its peak, but it was unable to break through the space guarded by the magic wheel.
In the sky, ripples continued to fall, forming a terrifying circle of light, and finally disappeared into nothingness.
But the raging spiritual power caused the entire mountain range to shake.
boom……
The heart-stopping sound kept echoing on the front mountain.
But in the abyss below the Hongqiao Room, Yang Ning knew nothing.
Countless sword intentions around him gradually began to move as Yang Ning went deeper.
Swordsmen are proud of themselves, not to mention the swords they use.
Some more spiritual swords seem to sense the changes in this space and are moving back and forth.
Huhu...
laugh!
There was a sound, and Yang Ning didn't even have time to react. A sword mark appeared on his arm, scratching his clothes. Even his body was injured by the sword energy, leaving a faint blood red streak.
Huhu...
Suddenly, countless spiritual swords around him danced one after another, seemingly locking onto Yang Ning's position, and all flew up.
This is a shocking scene, with thousands of spiritual swords flying. Although they cannot break through this space, as long as one sword moves, thousands of swords will follow closely behind.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sounds of various spiritual swords clashing echoed in the space, each trying to protect their master's dignity in life.
Swordsmen are aloof, and similarly, their swords are even more aloof.
Even the Chengyi Sword in Yang Ning's hand was following the flow of the sword's intention and was about to move. If Yang Ning hadn't held it tightly, he might have rushed forward at this moment.
Huhu...
The sound of various sword chants passed by, breaking the originally quiet space. The formation patterns continued to flow, and it seemed that they could not be suppressed.
Yang Ning's heart was in her throat, because the masters of these spiritual swords were absolutely incomparable in their achievements during their lifetimes. Otherwise, they would not have such strong sword intent to nourish their spiritual swords. Once these spiritual swords felt alive, If people are present, I'm afraid they will definitely be unanimous in speaking to the outside world.
Yang Ning didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of ruining his life because of his rash intrusion.
Various streams of light are constantly waving in the space, but there are also those that occasionally cross the path in the middle, which makes Yang Ning happy.
This road is definitely not safe, but Yang Ning has no other way. Only through this path can he go deeper.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Yang Ning's mind, whether he could let the sword hanging in the sea of consciousness come out, but Yang Ning soon gave up.
Although I don't know what level the Tianque Sword is, it has no entity after all. What's more, at this moment, I can't mobilize the sword at all.
Yang Ning's hand holding the sword couldn't help but tighten. Chengyi Sword gradually stabilized in the wooden sheath and took a step forward.
Huhu...
In an instant, countless spiritual swords seemed to have found a place to vent their anger and locked onto Yang Ning.
Thousands of sword tips were pointed at Yang Ning.
"It seems that this is the only way to go deeper..." Yang Ning smiled bitterly and pressed the hilt of the Chengyi Sword with his right hand.
Lift your feet, put your feet down...
Huhu...
Like thousands of arrows fired in unison, all the spiritual swords moved.
Draw the sword!
Move at the same time.
Yang Ning knew that he couldn't repel so many spiritual swords in an instant, but at this moment, as a Grand Master's Sword Intent, he could protect a three-foot radius in front of him.
This is the result of the great master's sword intention.
Coupled with his sword-drawing skills, Yang Ning was confident that he could protect his life.
Ding! Ding! Ding……
Like a fierce symphony, countless sword tips hit the edge of the Chengyi Sword, making crisp sounds.
Little ripples were constantly surging in the area three feet in front of Yang Ning...
Yang Ning quickly raised his feet, trying to pass through the path and reach the other side of this space at an extremely fast speed, but soon Yang Ning felt a terrifying power.
It came from the entrance of a cave at the other end.
It was a piece of power with the color of blood, locking Yang Ning three steps away from the end of the world of this sword, unable to make an inch of gold.
Yang Ning's progress suddenly stopped.
"Is the end ahead?" Yang Ning was guessing, but Yang Ning never easily weighed the mystery of the Sword Tomb and the background of his Sword Sect.
A sect can survive for thousands of years, and its terrifying background is definitely more than meets the eye.
The steps were forced to a halt, and Yang Ning had to face the spiritual swords swarming around him.
Ding! Ding! Ding……
The symphony continued, constantly impacting the three-foot space around Yang Ning, creating small ripples.
However, at this moment, Yang Ning could only struggle hard, with big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Although the Grand Master's sword intent makes Yang Ning extraordinary, so many spiritual swords are constantly attacking, and even a strong mountain-builder cannot hold on for a long time, not to mention Yang Ning's own cultivation, which can only reach the peak of the mountain-building realm.
Maybe I can use these countless sword intentions to temper my body.
Yang Ning felt that his idea was a bit crazy, but it would be a pity if he did not make use of such a cathartic sword intention.
At this thought, Yang Ning took action instantly.
The Chengyi Sword gradually fell down.
call!
A roar suddenly broke through the three-foot space above Yang Ning's head and charged towards Yang Ning first.
Yang Ning raised his fist, and the clothes on his right arm instantly exploded to pieces.
"Come on." Yang Ning protected his right arm with spiritual power and let the spiritual sword wash away.
At the same time, Ling Tian Jue is running wildly, tempering oneself with sword intent. This is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die, but Yang Ning has confidence in Ling Tian Jue.
Because not only himself, but also countless powerful people highly admire Lingtian Jue. This kind of technique definitely has more than one terrifying function.
With the operation of Ling Tian Jue, a faint halo formed on Yang Ning's arm, like fire, unique in the air.
The edge of the spiritual sword was inserted.
With a terrifying aura of destruction.
It is indeed a murderous sword. An idea flashed across Yang Ning's mind, and she was almost fainted by the pain in her right arm.
"ah……"
Screams echoed.
Suddenly, countless spiritual swords seemed to have found a place to vent their anger and swarmed in.
Huhu...
One sword falls, ten thousand swords fall.
"ah……"
Severe pain spread throughout the body and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
His mind was instantly washed away by the severe pain.
"Pfft..." The reverse blood spurted out, like a blood arrow, shooting out nearly ten feet away.
The whole face was instantly distorted, and the three-foot space in front of him collapsed instantly.
Thousands of sword intentions spurted towards Yang Ning from all directions.
Yang Ning instantly became a bloody man, and his body was washed away like Ling Chi.
Yang Ning's sea of consciousness was completely calm, as if such an impact still couldn't stir up any waves.
On the top of the miniature Mountain of Two Realms, the nearly solid shadow of the Tianque Sword exudes a faint yellow sword shadow, enveloping the entire Mountain of Two Realms. No breath can be felt, but it seems to be unbreakable.
The operation of Ling Tian Jue had already been disrupted at the beginning of the pain, and gradually stopped as Yang Ning's mind collapsed.
Click!
"ah……"
Yang Ning felt like the bones in his right arm were about to shatter.
But it was this bone-shaking sound that seemed to open a door.
Lingtian Jue began to operate independently.
Starting from the Sea of Consciousness, with the faint yellow light from the sword shadow on the top of the Miniature Two Realms Mountain, it began to shuttle weakly through Yang Ning's meridians.
Very slow, but very effective.
As the sword intent washed away, Yang Ning's mind could not gather at all, let alone form a scale to control his own body. However, with the operation of this Ling Tian Jue, Yang Ning's sea of consciousness seemed to be contagious. Yang Ning actually felt a faint sense of stability.
In the dark night before dawn, there is no glimmer of light, but everyone knows that as long as that glimmer of light appears, the whole light will come.
At this moment, Yang Ning was screaming, but deep down in her heart, she felt surprisingly confident.
This is that glimmer of light.
As long as he circulates the Ling Tian Jue for a week, he will usher in a greater breakthrough.
"ah……"
Her thoughts were instantly overwhelmed by pain, leaving Yang Ning unable to have a moment of peace.
The operation of Ling Tian Jue is like the crawling of ants, very slow.
But wherever he passed, the meridians seemed to be more generous than before, and there seemed to be a faint luster around the meridians, giving it a sacred and inviolable flavor.
But Yang Ning had no way of knowing, because the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow could not stabilize Yang Ning at all.
The left hand holding the sword was shaken open by severe pain, and the Chengyi sword fell and disappeared in the sword tomb.
The wooden sheath became empty, without any breath.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, as if it had lasted as long as a century.
Buzzing…
Waves of sword chants continued to drown out Yang Ning's screams.
There seems to be a competition between the two, one after another, echoing throughout the space of the sword.
And deeper in, a blood sword was hanging quietly in the cave. The surrounding cave walls were even more red with blood, as if blood was flowing. The smell of blood filled the entire space, making people... shudder.
On the back mountain, violent shocks spread from six people to seven people.
Rumble…
With a violent sound, the entire back mountain seemed to explode, and a mountain was split into two by the magic wheel.
The third brother licked the magic wheel in his hand with bloodthirsty, and rushed to the front with the smell of blood.
"Yin Feng Mie!"
The terrifying skills reappeared in the world.
Wang Zhuqin punched in the air, and with a terrifying aura, he knocked back the iron chain coming from the air.
"Yinfeng Valley, Yinfeng is extinguished..." Wang Qinqin retired more than sixty years ago. Although he had heard about the horror of Yinfeng Valley, he had never experienced it personally. But until now, he also realized the reason why Yinfeng Valley was hated by people.
The moment Yin Feng Mie appeared just now, Wang Guqin felt as if his cultivation was losing.
"What a poisonous technique!" Wang Guqin was moved. At the same time, he had a medicine pestle in his hand, which smelled of elixir, but at this moment, it smelled more of destruction.
Ren Gandi's face was also extremely solemn, because he was only beside him, but because of the moment when the iron chain appeared, he seemed to feel the breath of hell, which was a heart-stopping breath of death. He had a ruler in his hand, but he cut it A fierce sword intent emerged.
"Damn it!" Ren Gandi's voice was cold, and his determination to kill was already written on his face.
