When things are urgent, Yang Ning can only do this.
Once Liao Tao's attack really takes shape, what awaits him will be his demise.
Death is not terrible, but it is also terrible.
Because he still has a lot of things to do, and since his rebirth, he has been seeking revenge. In his previous life, he was framed by the Seven Sons of Heaven and died in Liangjie Mountain. It is impossible not to avenge such a deep hatred, and this is also the biggest goal of his rebirth.
"Never!" Yang Ning roared, and the rules of swordsmanship appeared all over his body, shining brightly three feet in front of him.
Yang Ning's unwillingness made the killing sword tremble, and the artifact finally burst out with great power at this moment. The sky was filled with blood, like a turbulent blood-colored sea.
The sword drawing technique came out again, dyeing the entire starry sky red, making the originally deep starry sky full of color.
The billions of pores on the body are absorbing the power of the surrounding starry sky at an extremely fast speed, turning them into a sword.
One sword and one thought.
Unknowingly, the sword light followed the thought, almost approaching the speed of light, trying to shake the mountain that was only as big as a fist.
Yang Zhen was unable to absorb the power of the starry sky and could only use the divine radiance of his divine body to block the erosion of the surrounding starry sky, but he could not care much at this moment.
Liao Tao regained his foundation, obviously just to kill Yang Ning. Yang Zhen didn't want to see such a scene. A pair of fists that destroyed the world, and even the spiritual power in the body was unleashed, just for this one punch.
The target of the fist was not Liao Tao's direct face, but Liao Tao's back, echoing Yang Ning's sword, attacking from both sides.
The dark golden light swallows, forming a violent wind that can tear everything apart, even the twinkling stars in the distant starry sky are shaking.
This is definitely a domineering fist, executed in the most direct way.
Wushuang Fist pursues momentum, wielding power in the world, and intimidating the enemy with domineering power.
Although punching behind the back was inconsistent with Yang Zhen's character, Yang Zhen couldn't care less for Yang Ning.
boom……
boom!
Two sounds exploded from the starry sky in succession.
Blood red reflected half of the starry sky, and dark gold reflected half of the sky from behind Liao Tao. Only Liao Tao in the middle was caught in the middle.
"ah……"
The screams echoed throughout the starry sky.
Blood stained the starry sky, eclipsing countless galaxies.
However, after becoming hysterical, Liao Tao's body launched a fierce counterattack, causing Yang Ning and Yang Zhen to retreat hundreds of feet.
Yang Zhen was very miserable at this moment.
One punch drained away all of Yang Zhen's spiritual power. Coupled with Liao Tao's counterattack, Yang Zhen was extremely weak. At the same time, the divine brilliance around his body gradually dimmed and lost its luster. Only the true color of dark gold remained on the surface of Yang Zhen's body. Flow, this is the divine body automatically starting to protect the body, maintaining the last trace of Yang Zhen's spiritual energy, so that he will not be crushed by the power of the starry sky in an instant.
Yang Ning vomited blood, stabilized his body while retreating, and covered his body with a deep beam of light. He used the abnormality of Lingtian Jue and the power of the vast starry sky to recover quickly.
And Liao Tao, who was in the middle, was miserable at the moment.
A green shirt was blown to pieces, leaving a long sword mark on his chest, which was vaguely discernible. The bloody sword energy was still devouring Liao Tao's blood, and on Liao Tao's back, a dark golden stream The power constantly destroyed Liao Tao's body functions.
And Liao Tao's life finally began to go downhill at this moment.
His face was ferocious, and his pair of blue-moon double-edged swords had long lost their luster. Only the most basic chill lingered less than a foot in front of him.
The sword energy flickered on and off, and quickly penetrated Liao Tao's body, shattering Liao Tao's body unscrupulously. From time to time, traces of blood would penetrate from Liao Tao's body.
"Ah..." Liao Tao screamed, his voice getting deeper and deeper.
"Isn't it enough?" Yang Ning turned around and saw Liao Tao still struggling, and her heart suddenly felt cold.
The strong men in the eighth level of the mountain-building realm have a level of strength that is unmatched by ordinary people. Or ordinary practitioners, after suffering such two blows, they may have been shattered into pieces. However, after experiencing the five declines of heaven and man, they can adapt to the great road. Allowing the body to merge infinitely with the avenue can be described as abnormal.
Yang Ning made a decision and had to exert force again.
All he heard was a crisp explosion sound coming from Yang Ning's body.
Snapped!
It's even very inconspicuous, but it's scary.
Yang Ning's cultivation level recovered instantly.
Within Yang Ning's sea of consciousness, the miniature Two Realm Mountains were turbulent, and even the colors became much darker.
The almost solid foundation suddenly became a lot weaker.
Liao Tao, who was still struggling, suddenly felt the changes in the distance, and a trace of despair finally appeared in his eyes.
There was a look of disbelief on his face. After one sword attack, Yang Ning, who was only at the second level of Mountain Building Realm, actually had such a trump card. It shouldn't be said that he had such a back-up plan.
It makes people despair.
However, in order to survive, Liao Tao could only do his best.
Working hard is not one person’s specialty. As a genius, Liao Tao naturally has a heart that is rare for ordinary practitioners.
Working hard, even more than ordinary practitioners.
Otherwise, how could he become the elder of Qingyue Sect at less than thirty years old.
The coldness all over the body was poured into the Qingyue Double-edged Sword, causing the chill that was originally only a foot long to grow again until it was more than a foot long, and finally stagnated.
The severe chill is like the refreshing chill in the middle of winter, like an ice pick biting the bones.
Even Yang Ning, who was nearly a hundred feet away, couldn't help but be stunned.
But can the ending be changed?
After Yang Ning regained her strength in an instant, she stood still in the starry sky and returned her sword to its sheath, feeling very calm.
He was not in a hurry to launch a move, but instead gathered momentum.
In sword-drawing skills, speed is one aspect, making others unexpected, and more importantly, momentum.
Only with enough momentum can a sword become powerful.
No matter what the enemy is, you must dare to draw your sword, and this trend is like this.
The plain bamboo sheath looks no different from ordinary ones at this moment. It was even slightly deformed due to the squeeze of the power of the starry sky, but it gradually changed with a faint momentum.
The cold blade was like a fang, constantly reverberating in the air, and it was very cold, but it could be felt that Liao Tao was at the end of his strength at this moment and could not make a big wave.
But Yang Ning's heart was not at peace.
Because the momentum of the sword was not enough, it could not really kill Liao Tao, but something happened to Yang Zhen in the distance.
The divine brilliance finally lost its luster, and Yang Zhen lay in the starry sky, his breath vaguely absent.
No, not enough, faster, faster, faster...
Yang Ning was sweating in his heart. The ancient bamboo sheath gradually formed a neutral force, allowing the originally deformed bamboo sheath to slowly return to its original shape.
Two breaths of time seemed as long as two centuries, and Yang Ning finally moved.
His right hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword.
The bloody sword hilt was like jade, and the fingers were reflected in blood red.
Draw your sword.
In an instant, the bamboo sheath exploded.
The sword blade then spread thousands of miles.
This is the most extreme sword, the purest sword.
There is no other sword intention, and even the sword energy is the luster of the divine sword.
Buzzing…
Constantly chanting softly, traveling through the starry sky, leaving behind a scorching red light, like a shooting star passing by, causing ripples in the starry sky between the extremes.
Fading away, traveling quickly through the star space.
The two cold blades have been waiting there for a long time. No, to be more precise, they should be waiting for death.
Because the coldness of the Qingyue Double-edged Sword is too small compared to the bloody sword light, and there is no hope.
But Yang Ning didn't dare to be careless at all.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the opponent's Liao Tao is not just a rabbit, but a huge tiger, and Yang Ning is not a lion either.
Ding!
A little bit broken.
The Qingyue double-edged sword fell to the ground like an ice pick again, cracking bit by bit.
Rumble…
Violent roars continued to vibrate in the sky. The stars are dimmed and the galaxies are dim.
puff……
Blood spread across the starry sky.
A head fell from the starry sky.
Liao Tao died without any accident.
After all his trump cards were revealed, Liao Tao still underestimated Yang Zhen and Yang Ning.
A crack opened in the starry sky.
Yang Ning did not dare to delay at all, because Yang Zhen was in danger at the moment.
The power of the starry sky does not belong to heaven and earth, and is very unfriendly to practitioners.
He grabbed Yang Zhen and jumped out of the crack.
"you……"
"Tao'er..." Liao Tinghuo immediately noticed the change in the sky. When he saw Yang Ning's figure, he felt his heart was broken, and his whole person became much older in an instant.
"Tao'er..." Liao Tinghuo's voice echoed, endless whining.
"He..." Up high in the sky, Wei Si couldn't believe it. When Liao Tao took the initiative to use the taboo, he had already had a premonition. It seemed that it was inappropriate, but when he saw this scene, he still felt... Somewhat difficult to accept.
"It's not bad." There was a voice beside Weisi that made Weisi extremely disgusted, but he didn't dare to speak or get angry.
At this moment, a violent explosion sounded in the sky.
boom……
The entire night seemed to be lit up, and the bright light made the night look like day.
Sparkling with ultimate sublimation.
Under the dazzling light, I saw a mountain that was full of eeriness and eerieness, and even felt eerily cold.
It was the Hell Mountain that Yang Ning had seen in Wuyin Mountain, but now it was riddled with holes.
And at the top of the mountain, a figure looked a little embarrassed. The black robe was incomplete, and it had lost the mystery of the past.
On the opposite side of Hell Mountain, a seal shimmered, and a figure could be seen faintly, holding a sword in his hand, and he was bleeding.
"Is it you?" From the top of Hell Mountain, the cold voice of the Nine Palace Envoy came, somewhat trembling, and it was obvious that he had experienced an unprecedented decisive battle.
A pair of cold eyes stared at Yang Ning, making Yang Ning feel terrified.
This is the gaze from a superior looking down.
The power of the Nine Palace Envoys was terrifying. Even though Yang Ning had a strong soul and extraordinary knowledge, he still felt a faint sense of fear.
At this moment, Yang Ning's body was filled with a beam of light that reached straight into the sky, causing the stars in the long sky to fall.
"Kill him for me." The Ninth Palace envoy roared, and with one order, countless disciples from Yinfeng Valley surged towards Yang Ning.
Opposite the Nine Palace Envoy, Professor Xi blocked the way.
"It's really annoying..." The envoy of the Nine Palaces looked at the king, facing Xi Shu and Quan Jian, and felt deeply that they were difficult to deal with.
Not only did it cause him serious injuries, but it was also entangled with him at this moment, leaving him with no time to separate.
"Quickly, protect the two of them..." After the seal was given, the voice of the king came from the middle.
The seal grants the palm seal, the power of the sword is unparalleled, and the aura of the emperor manifests, making the king more sacred.
"Kill..." The disciples of Yinfeng Valley seemed to have taken medicine. They were all fierce and fierce, and they kept rushing towards Yang Ning.
"Kill!" Dongfang Ye had a pair of savage fists, endless brute force, like a giant beast from the wild, constantly swaying.
The ink embellishments, and under the long night, appear and disappear, and every time the sword flashes, someone will fall in a pool of blood.
On the other side, there was a violent tremor, and the sky exploded again.
"Prince Ning..."
"King of Heaven..." Not only the people of Liuyun Kingdom were shouting, but also the disciples of Yinfeng Valley were shouting.
"Star Spirit?" A group of heavenly kings suddenly discovered the starlight that penetrated the sky, stared at Yang Ning below, and enveloped it.
"Protect Yang Ning." King Ning had no unnecessary words. The king's whip in his hand whipped the sky, making the night sky tremble.
The blood and killing never stopped under the long night.
