Yang Ning used his strongest combat power just to save Yang Zhen.
The meaning of the sword is like the sea, it can move mountains and seas, and it can cut off mountains and rivers.
However, after all, he still couldn't shake Liao Tao.
Even with the help of the divine sword, it still didn't help. The opponent was too powerful and was not on the same level at all.
Although Qingyue Dharma was broken and pierced by the divine sword, the gap between the two was too great to make up.
The five declines of heaven and man are a barrier between the strong, and cannot be made up for by combat power.
"Want to save him?" Liao Tao's expressionless face, his cold voice, like a reminder from hell, can make people's minds shake.
"You also have to keep your life." A ruthless claw came to the top of Yang Ning's head, with killing intent, capable of killing all life.
The killing sword pierced the sky, and a ray of blood light extended infinitely. He wanted to win a future for himself, but Yang Ning was disappointed. Because the claws were downward, the light of the killing sword could not break through the world of law. After all, the bloody sword light of the killing sword could not break through. Covered by giant claws.
There is no way to escape.
"ah……"
Yang Ning was unwilling to give in. The opponent's power made him tremble. Although his soul was infinitely powerful, his combat power at this moment could not keep up.
The sword body groaned softly and roared continuously, trying to break through the sky formed by the giant claws, but it still couldn't after time and again.
The power of the giant claw is invincible and cannot be shaken. It drives people's heart palpitations, like mountains collapsing and ground cracking, piercing the sky, covering the clouds and the sun.
A sharp and terrifying palm struck Yang Zhen directly.
Can the ending not be changed? Yang Ning felt that she was very powerless. Even though she was already her strongest power, she could not change the outcome.
Was it really a mistake?
No, even if it happens again, nothing can be changed.
A swordsman should be fearless and defeat all enemies with his own heart.
Yang Ning felt that his blood was boiling, and the sword screamed from the killing sword, which resounded throughout the entire world of Dharma and even penetrated, echoing in front of the gate of the Hou Mansion.
"What a good young man, that's it..." The half-step mountaineering expert sighed, but his tone was full of indifference, as if he was talking about an ant.
The mountain climbing realm can overlook everything, making a group of strong people unable to move and can only watch.
"Yang Ning..." Li Ye whispered, full of regret. A strong man who could stand at the top in the future could not change the outcome, and he himself could only watch and watch, unable to control it.
"The divine body has fallen, hey..." Wu Qing understood how terrifying the Qingyue Sect was and could not move because he could not bring disaster to the Great Qin Empire.
"Uncle Wang..." Yu Bing's heart palpitated, but he couldn't change it after all. Although he could act, if he went, he could only die and could not change the outcome.
In front of the gate of the Hou Mansion, there was endless blood. Yang Zhen's dark golden blood continued to flow. After all, he was still too weak under the power of destroying the world.
"Ah..." Yang Ning was unwilling to give in. The killing sword kept vibrating, and the layers of sword intent were superimposed, and finally unleashed the strongest blow that had just broken through the peak of the mountain-building realm.
Hunyuan's sword-drawing technique.
It's almost to the extreme.
Only blood flowed, like a comet's strike, the divine edge shot straight up to meet the giant claw.
This is a sword that Yang Ning combined with the destructive power of Hunyuan's sword and used the extreme speed of sword-drawing skills. It has reached the level of intermediate Xuan-level sword skills and has supreme power.
Almost to the extreme.
The Divine Sword has also delivered a powerful blow since its birth.
It's terrifying, with endless killing intent, you can even hear the sound of killing that belongs to the era of sword killing, reappearing and continuing...
boom!
A shocking loud noise shook the sky.
Like a bolt from the blue.
The green moon's Dharma was broken into pieces, faintly bleeding, and it was cold and terrifying.
The bloody sword light was extinguished, the giant claw shattered, and a bloody hole appeared in the palm of the hand.
"Ah..." Liao Tao screamed, feeling that most of his blood and essence had been lost in an instant.
"Damn it!" Liao Tao underestimated the enemy and was pierced by a sword in his palm. He let out a huge roar, and at the same time, more fierce attacks followed.
Liao Tao was really angry and couldn't bear that a weak person like an ant could hurt himself.
This is a naked slap in the face.
The world of Dharma was shattered by a sword, revealing his true appearance.
"Good man..." Dongfang Barbarian unfolded his body, jumped up, and came to the front of everyone, saying: "I will also come to meet the strong man." The fighting spirit surged in Dongfang Ye's body, wanting to help Yang Ning.
At the same time, in a corner, there was an ink embellishment, a jump, as if blending into the world, and at the same time a long knife emitted a blade light, wanting to experience the strength of a truly strong man.
And high in the sky, a figure looked down at everything, taking in what was happening below. Finally, when he saw Yang Ning breaking the Dharma with a sword, he was also shocked.
"As expected of the young lady, she is extraordinary..." Ru sighed, but also felt regretful.
"You..." Yang Ning was a little weak, because the Hunyuan Sword Drawing Technique consumed a lot of energy.
"No further talk, I just want to have a good fight." Dongfang Ye was very direct, even revealing his name. The moment he finished speaking, the aura unique to the barbarian body surged in his body.
Dressed in animal skin, he looks a bit unusual, but his aura is enough to amaze everyone.
This is definitely the genius of a monster.
"We meet again..." The hero's ink-colored clothes seemed to be one with the world. His own ethereal demeanor was not affected by the aura of the strong at all. He seemed to be alone in the world. The long knife at his waist was held in his hand, constantly emitting... It's cold and chilly.
"It's a pity that I can't introduce my friends..." Yang Ning felt a little regretful. Although he destroyed Qingyue's Dharma with one sword and it was still sunny and sunny, there was still a lot of trouble between him and the strong man who had survived the five declines of heaven and earth in the mountain-building realm. The gap is too big to shake.
"Indeed." The hero seemed to be able to see the shadow of Yang Ning's friend in Yang Ning's body. He was a little fascinated, and his handsome figure was juxtaposed with Yang Ning. He said: "However, being able to meet a swordsman friend like you, It’s worth it too.”
True to his true nature as a hero, he confessed that he and Yang Ning would face each other and fight against powerful enemies together.
"Thank you, but..."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's attack the enemy together..." Dongfang Ye spoke directly, swinging his fists and striking Liao Tao horizontally.
"Good man..." The hero moved, and the sword light struck out. A moon-shaped sword light, like the tip of a pen, can change the world and the mountains and rivers that outline him.
This is a unique rhythm, and you can vaguely hear the joy coming from the splashing of ink on the landscape.
The ink clothes are like green gauze, turning the whole world into black and white. A unique fighting style that makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if they are admiring a splash of ink, and this hero is the one who writes it. It can change the world, it is beautiful, but it also has killing intent and endless murderous intent.
Yang Ning was shocked when he saw the two men taking action directly. Who said there were no heroes in the wilderness, and who said swordsmen were lonely.
They are all lies.
The directness of the barbarian body is admirable, but the friendship between the swordsmen is just beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The barbarian fist was so fierce that in an instant there were countless fist shadows, overwhelming the sky. Looking from a distance, in front of the Hou Mansion, it seems that the world is dominated by fists.
The sword awns are piled up, forming countless sharp landscapes and rainbow waves. This is an attack that is close to the power of heaven and earth. It is catering to the great road, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and turning it into one's own use.
Yang Ning was not polite. The killing sword glowed again, and the blood light stirred up the power of heaven and earth, constantly transforming into sword intent. At the same time, the long-forgotten word "bing" was added to the sword move that was about to be sent out.
This is the most powerful skill in the world, with infinite power, but at this stage, Yang Ning is unable to exert his son.
With the characteristics of a weapon, the killing sword seemed to have changed. The original blood color gradually took on a cold flavor.
Hunyuan's sword-drawing technique.
Yang Ning thrust out again.
It seems like there is only this sword left in the world.
A sword full of blood.
Like blood jade, like coagulated blood, it possesses supreme and terrifying power, and its target is directed at Liao Tao not far away.
"Two more people are going to die?" Liao Tao didn't think that just three people could make a difference.
Indeed, to the three of them, he is the sky, the unshakable sky.
How can man fight against heaven?
"Grandpa, try the power of my barbaric fists." Dongfang Ye is very wild, especially a pair of fists, which can be described as terrifying to the extreme. He was originally at the peak of the mountain-viewing realm, but after a few days of training, he also broke through to the mountain-building realm, and because of his deep foundation, Dongfang Ye was more fierce than ordinary people.
A pair of fists, like iron, beat the air, making thunderous sounds.
The most primitive attack is like wind and thunder, faintly moving the general trend of heaven and earth, approaching the aura of Tao.
The wild momentum in the east is like a rainbow, capable of swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"Vulgar." Liao Tao saw the most primitive attack and didn't take it seriously. He patted it casually and the mountains and rivers moved.
Surviving the five declines of heaven and man will mean that the cultivator is close to the great road, and can mobilize the great road to carry out the most ruthless attack methods.
"Do you mean it?" The hero carved with his long sword, turned the blade into a sharp mountain, and smashed it down.
Yang Ning was not idle either. His sword was like blood, shooting straight into Liao Tao's chest.
In front of the Hou Mansion, many people were shocked because the foundations of the three people in front of them were too strong. Many people even believed that the three people could shake this powerful man who was weak in nature and human beings.
But, can it be achieved?
The results came quickly.
A bloody sword bundle, a mountain front full of sword intent, and fierce fist light all over the sky were aimed at one person, one after another, rushing towards Liao Tao.
"Tao'er..." Liao Tinghuo was suppressed by Liu Feng, Feng Feiyang and others, but he was able to cope with it. Seeing the fierce attacks of the three, he was worried about his son.
"It's okay." Liao Tao sent a message to Liao Tinghuo to reassure him.
At the same time, Liao Tao finally resisted when the three attacks were on his body.
If it doesn't move, that's it. If it moves, the mountains and rivers will change color.
The Qingyue Dharma was condensed again, and a double-edged sword appeared in the sky that looked like a sword but not a sword. It was comparable to a heavenly sword, just like the Qingyue, outlining the most terrifying rules.
It is comparable to Tao, even more so, because Tao is ruthless, but has no murderous intention and treats all living beings as normal. But this Qingyue Double Blade has murderous intent.
Rumble…
It was as if the sky was collapsing. Thousands of waves arose in front of the Hou Mansion. The progressive ripples made many people with insufficient cultivation unable to stand. However, this was just the aftermath, not the real center.
"It's too scary..." One of the outstanding talents who participated in the admissions assessment was among the top sixty geniuses. But at this moment, seeing the results of several people, he felt horrified in his heart.
"Is this still the first level of the Mountain Building Realm?" Many people questioned, feeling that what they saw was not real.
However, Liao Tao is even more terrifying. He is a rare genius in his own right. With the help of Qingyue Sect, he has made rapid progress until he is now at the seventh level of Mountain Building Realm.
Logically speaking, even if a few people are against the sky, it is impossible to shake such a strong person with the first level of Mountain Building Realm.
Due to a strange combination of circumstances, they finally fought together.
At the center of the collision of forces, the aura of destruction made people shudder.
In front of the Hou Mansion, a vacuum appeared, as if annihilated, and several figures gradually emerged in it.
Liao Tao is still tall, like the sky that carefully controls everything. Even his clothes and long hair are as clear as before. However, around him, a layer of true energy belonging to a strong man in the mountain-building realm emerges, wrapping his body and flying from it.
Dongfang Ye was roaring, his animal skin was in tatters and scattered everywhere, his iron fists had long lost their luster, and there was no trace of spirit in his eyes. It can be said to be extremely miserable.
"I'm not willing to give in..." Dongfang Ye kept roaring, but with every roar, blood would spurt out, staining the front door of the Hou Mansion with blood.
The ink color lost its luster, and the green shirt turned into silk strands, hanging around the body, revealing the bronze skin, leaving many foundations left by strong winds, which were constantly bleeding. His face was pale and he looked completely helpless.
The long knife showed a slight edge, but it was also lackluster. It followed its master and kept stumbling.
Gradually, the smoke and dust dissipated, and in the middle, a man was half-kneeling. His long hair was hanging weakly, his green shirt was plain, and his bloody sword was stuck on the ground. He was struggling to support his body and prevent himself from falling.
The hand holding the sword was constantly flowing with blood, dripping along the hilt and onto the blade, and finally merged with the killing sword.
The three people failed miserably. After all, they could not rewrite the established facts. The strong man who had survived the five declines of heaven and man could not be shaken.
