"Beyond the Mountain Building Realm?"
It's hard to accept what kind of adventure it was that allowed a mountain-building realm practitioner to have such a flame.
Moreover, judging from the situation, it should be that the foundation is used to directly take the flame as one's own. In other words, the flame has been integrated with the terrifying low-level cultivator in front of him.
This is a killing sword, it has the power to destroy the world, and with such flames, how can it be stopped?
The strong men from Yinfeng Valley and Demon Sect who were blocking Yang Ning not far away finally felt fear.
I feel that I am too weak and pitifully shrunk in front of this sword.
But will the sword pity them? Will Yang Ning pity them?
Won't.
Yang Zhen was still fighting bloody battles, his life was in danger at all times, and with the tenacity of Yang Ning's soul, there was no way he could let it go.
Such a sword is even more powerful than Yang Ning's sword-fighting technique at the peak of his life.
Flame became the only color in Liuyun City.
The fiery red light followed Yang Ning's feet, forming a terrifying strong wind that could burn everything, let alone the body of the cultivator.
"Ah..." One person was instantly blown away by the sword wind.
The distance of more than ten feet seemed to be unable to form a barrier under this sword.
In an instant, several strong men were devoured by the killing sword.
The killings seemed to come from hell, very direct and miserable.
But in a world where the jungle prevails, there is no sympathy.
Weak is wrong.
Yang Zhen is fighting bloody battles at this moment, and the enemy will not let Yang Zhen go because of sympathy. For the same reason, Yang Ning cannot be soft-hearted.
The only word is, kill.
Yang Ning was wrapped in flames, like a walking killing machine. Several strong men were swallowed up by the flames, but the power of their swords did not show any weakening. They finally broke through the dozen strong men who blocked Yang Ning's footsteps and came to the outside of the battle circle surrounding Yang Zhen.
The sword kept falling, seemingly very slowly, but no one despised it, and even feared it.
The hands of dozens of strong men trembled, and the whistling of the magic wheels revealed the uneasiness in their hearts, seeming to be whining.
"Hurry, stop him quickly, we will succeed soon..." Holding Yin Feng Mie, a strange aura, full of specialness, was only one foot away from Yang Zhen.
The sharpness seemed to be invulnerable to everything, ignoring the unparalleled power around Yang Zhen.
The divine body has an inexplicable temptation that drives that person crazy. Although such a cultivator is lower than himself, once Yin Feng Mie truly succeeds, his improvement will be huge, because only then can he and The man in front of me even got the thing that the Ninth Palace Envoy told me in one fight.
Therefore, that person knew in his heart that time was of the essence, and maybe just a little bit of time would be enough.
Flames filled the sky, and there was a feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city, which was terrifying.
Dozens of strong men are also weighing it. After all, life is their own, and no one is willing to give their life in vain.
Once such a sword really falls, no one can stop it. At least they, those strong in the sixth level of Mountain Building Realm, couldn't stop him.
The blood-red sword light was wrapped in fiery red, and even the sword space three feet in front of Yang Ning was changing color.
Blooming in the midst of killing, like flowers at dawn.
Gory and delightful.
Yang Ning's heart was as eternal as iron, and it was not affected by the excessive killing.
Killing is a cruel way. But the killing at this moment is the most worthwhile.
Because of love, he killed, so Yang Ning did not waver at all.
The sword's momentum remained the same and it fell very slowly.
Slow enough that one can see the trajectory, slow enough that one can clearly avoid it.
However, there seems to be a strange mystery in the sword light, which is clearly visible but cannot be avoided.
Holding the killing sword in his hand, Yang Ning finally used the seven-step killing sword.
Invoking the dual foundations of Zifu and Consciousness Sea, the power of a sword is shocking to the heavens and the earth.
"Yang Zhen, hold on..." Yang Ning roared, reminding Yang Zhen.
"ah……"
…
Blood splattered in all directions, like water falling on a solid rock.
In less than a breath, more than a dozen strong men disappeared in the rain of blood.
The power of this sword is enough to make a strong man who has survived the five declines of heaven and man drink hatred. Not to mention those of them who are only at the sixth level of Mountain Building Realm.
The circle surrounding Yang Zhen lost more than a dozen strong men at once and was torn open in an instant.
Huhu...
The magic wheel roared, and dozens of demonic shadows formed powerful winds, shooting towards the flames surrounding Yang Ning from different angles.
Until this moment, the strong men present finally understood that this sword must be used with all their strength. Only in this way can it be blocked, otherwise everyone present would probably suffer hatred.
Violent energy lingers around the flames.
The whistling magic wheel kept impacting the killing sword.
Even if you stop the advance of the killing sword, even a fraction of time can improve the cultivation level of the person Yin Feng Mie is about to hit.
Don’t fight for eternity, but fight for day and night, and fight for minutes.
But even these seconds are difficult to achieve.
The sword's divine edge seems to be indestructible, and dozens of magic wheels cannot stop it.
Like the breath of destruction, shattering everything.
When... when... when...
A series of shattering sounds were extremely harsh.
At the same time, it was harsh, accompanied by screams and annihilation sounds...
The power of the sword is unstoppable.
Ding!
In an instant, he arrived above Yin Feng Mie.
Lying across Yang Zhen's chest.
And Yin Feng Mie's sharpness can no longer be used for gold.
The sharpness at this moment was less than an inch away from Yang Zhen's divine body.
"ah……"
The strong man who controlled Yin Feng Mie roared, full of unwillingness. He was only an inch away from increasing his strength and absorbing the divine body.
One inch has become an insurmountable barrier.
Blocked by the blade of the killing sword.
Yang Ning's figure was in the flames. Looking at Yang Zhen's miserable state, he said, "Leave it to me."
This is a kind of commitment, and it is also a kind of trust that comes from the bottom of two people's hearts.
Without saying a word, Yang Zhen simply crossed his legs in the air and used the short time to recover.
The killing sword flipped over, the divine edge turned ninety degrees, and the blade was aimed at Yin Feng Mie's sharp point.
Wow!
A sound rang out.
The Yin Feng Mie, which made the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya feel frightened, was shattered in an instant.
The chain instantly lost its support and fell down.
The eerie aura was swallowed up by the flames and scattered across the sky and the earth.
"Death!" Yang Ning restrained his anger, released his murderous intent, and swept across with a fearful sword.
Although the power of the Seven-Step Killing Sword has been exhausted, with the blessing of the ninth-level murderer's soul fire, even a simple sweep of the sword is enough to destroy the world.
This is the suppression of level, this is the power of the soul fire of the ninth level ferocious beast.
Bring destruction and burn everything.
The magic wheel shattered and the iron chain banged.
In less than a moment, the strong man was counterattacked.
The magic wheel is the destiny of every Yinfeng Valley disciple, and Yinfeng Mie is connected to their hearts and minds. Once it collapses, there will be a strong backlash, and at this moment, both sides are fighting to the death.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Hunyuan sword.
The giant blood-red sword took shape instantly and flew out.
puff……
With one sword strike, the weak death energy directly entered the person's body and directly extinguished any vitality.
Blood rained all over the sky, splashing on Yang Ning's face and clothes...
After one strike, Yang Ning hurriedly swallowed nearly twenty spiritual crystals to recover his own consumption.
Although the temporary crisis is gone, today's battle is not over yet, and today's suffering continues.
The deaths of Feng Feiyang, Feng Xing'er, and Jun Yuyu made Yang Ning's heart ache.
Beixuan Sword Sect didn't give him much, and even many people didn't like him, but Yang Ning had to accept the love of those seven strong men.
At this moment, Yang Ning didn't even know if he could survive this battle.
Although the time is short, recovery is essential.
After all, he is just a strong man who is only at the peak of the second level of Mountain Building Realm.
Yang Zhen and Yang Ning were surrounded by no less than fifty strong men, but after seeing Yang Ning's sword just now, they were trembling and did not dare to step forward.
The cracks that appeared on the sword body quickly disappeared under the recovery of Ling Tian Jue, but due to the overdraft of the sword, Yang Ning was extremely weak.
Yang Ning didn't care much and just crossed her legs in the air, Ling Tian Jue running wildly in her body.
Bursts of thunder reverberated through their bodies.
"Come on, they are at the end of their tether..."
But the strong man who spoke even doubted whether what he said was true.
These two are so perverted. One person's spirit and body are unparalleled, especially his aura, which can tear apart any strong man of the same level. One man was invincible with the divine sword, and in less than a moment, he killed nearly fifty strong men.
No one dared to act rashly.
"Come on..." The person next to him couldn't help but said sarcastically.
"..." At the same time, the companions around him were also sneering.
One sword shattered nearly fifty strong men. With such power, no one could guarantee whether the two of them would have the strength to fight again.
For a moment, the area bounded by the square and in the middle of the square fell into silence for a short time.
However, there was still fighting all around, blood was everywhere, and strong men fell all the time.
There was a feud between Yinfeng Valley and Liuyun Kingdom, and the fighting had reached such an extent that no one was willing to stop.
Only the other party will die.
Of the tens of thousands of cavalry, there were only less than five thousand left.
It speaks of cruelty and intensity.
"I hate, I hate..." In front of the gate of Yunhou Mansion, Yunhou was also fighting in a bloody battle, but Yunhou Mansion has become history by now.
The leader of the Liuyun Kingdom did not show any compassion and directly exterminated the entire Yunhou Mansion. At this moment, only Yunhou and Lao Yunhou were left.
The Xiangguo Mansion is no better than the Yunhou Mansion and is carrying out a brutal extermination campaign.
The old king may not take action against these two families due to feelings, but the king has no scruples at all.
The power of the royal family was finally revealed in this battle.
The blood solidified, stained Liuyun City red, and flowed into rivers everywhere.
The fall of every strong man will grow the river of blood in the pool of blood.
And high in the sky, dozens of strong men are constantly shuttling between dimensional space and reality.
Their strength is too strong and they are not tolerated in the real world, but every time they enter the dimensional space, they will soon tear the dimensional space apart and cannot stay for long.
Compared to these strong men at the peak of the Mountain Building Realm, the battle between Weisi, Wuyang, the Fifth Palace Envoy and Ding Mo was much simpler.
Every time you take action, it is a secret, extremely profound.
Ding Mo fought three people with one hand and seemed to be able to do so with ease.
Two extremely cold dharma images transformed into tall figures, trampling on Ding Mo, but Ding Mo didn't panic at all. He pointed out the secret with one hand and fixed the two figures in the sky, unable to move at all.
The envoys of the Five Palaces and the powerful men they brought with them were also attacking Ding Mo. Countless magic wheels roared, but within three feet of Ding Mo, they could only be bounced back and could not pose any danger.
"Qingyue Secret!" Weisi took action with all his strength, and between the Qingyue double-edged sword, a huge and mysterious force struck down.
Not only are they fighting for their lives, but they are also fighting for life and death.
Such a strong person can only have a chance of winning if he works hard.
It's so cold that even the sun has to avoid its rays.
Wuyang directly transformed into the secret, like black ice, with a green moon above his head, illuminating the surrounding areas, turning thousands of miles around him into the cold blue moon, attacking and killing Ding Mo.
But Ding Mo didn't seem to pay attention at all.
He held up one bell with one hand, and his energy was everywhere. He didn't attack from beginning to end, he was defensive, and he was very confident.
The sound of the bell body is densely covered with runes, and various textures are clearly visible, wrapping itself.
boom!
boom!
There were waves everywhere, but Ding Mo in the center still stood facing the wind, and no change could be seen.
"This is..." Wei Si felt that he had greatly estimated Ding Mo's strength, but now it seems that he still underestimated this man's cultivation.
Simply invincible.
