The wind roared, seemingly infected by the killing sounds around it, becoming manic, strong, and vicious...it seemed to be foreshadowing something, and became as cold as iron.
The streets in late autumn, the wind in late autumn, and the sky in late autumn are chilling to watch.
At this moment, the city of Kyoto has turned into a purgatory on earth, and everyone seems to be transformed into a devil. In this bloody world, they are almost like ghosts in hell.
Everyone fought bloody battles, and the strong wind made people's faces hurt.
But no one will pay attention, and they will fight until they are aware of it.
The smell of burnt meat made people confused, and the foul smell made people vomit, but no one quit.
"Here, hurry up..." A Yinfeng Valley disciple finally succeeded. While a genius from Qinwu Academy was fighting, he succeeded in a sneak attack and immediately called his companions around him.
Following this call, more than a dozen Yin Feng Mie took action at the same time, covering this genius.
"Ah..." It was a feeling of flesh and blood separated from the body, which instantly hit his whole body, as if he was experiencing the most painful punishment in the world. The genius fell in a pool of blood from then on.
Such tragic situations happen all the time.
The war has been going on for nearly a day, a day-long battle. In the entire Kyoto, no one seems to know how tired they are. Countless magic wheels roar and sharp sounds occur all the time.
The green shirt on Yang Ning's body had already been soaked with blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to him or the enemy.
Yang Zhen's whole body was covered with golden blood in many places. He had obviously been injured in many places, but it was not fatal. However, the superposition of multiple injuries also greatly reduced Yang Zhen's strength.
The sinister wind formation that besieged the two men had long been shattered by the impact of the two men, but every time someone died, someone else would come up and lock the two men tightly.
Among them, a flexible little beast kept shuttling back and forth. Occasionally opening its mouth, it would be an irresistible fire of the holy beast, burning everything.
Just when it was getting dark, a magic wheel suddenly hit the little Qilin's feet.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" A scream sounded immediately, and the corners of Xiao Qilin's eyes flashed.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The person opened his mouth in an instant.
A drop of crystal blood rolled down on little Qilin's feet.
Yang Ning had quick eyes and quick hands. He slashed with his sword and caught the little Qilin. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and caught the drop of crystal blood in mid-air.
Immediately, a hot feeling swept through my body.
"Ah..." Yang Ning screamed, never expecting that this drop of blood would actually melt into the palm of her hand.
"Ha ha……"
"Quickly, take advantage of his illness and kill him..." The disciples in Yinfeng Valley went crazy, and in their eyes, only Yang Ning's painful screams were left.
Little Qilin himself did not expect that his own blood would put his master in such a situation. Little Qilin, who originally wanted to continue crying miserably, suddenly curled up on Yang Ning's shoulder like a child who had done something wrong, and stretched out his mouth. He stretched out a red tongue and licked his little paw, feeling a little aggrieved.
"Yang Ning..." Yang Zhen's divine body bloomed with light, and the tip of Fang Tian's painted halberd was blasted with several holes by the magic wheel. However, the unparalleled power still made Fang Tian's painted halberd brave and unmatched.
Yang Ning never expected that she would be in trouble because of a drop of blood.
The entire body was wrapped in a burning sensation, especially the body of his sword, which was actually cracked.
"Ah..." Yang Ning's voice echoed, making more Yinfeng Valley disciples go crazy.
"The Valley Master has an order to kill Yang Ning and reward him with a set of earth-level skills..." A messenger shouted wildly, which raised everyone's desire to attack and kill to the extreme.
"For the sake of the Earth Level Kung Fu, let's rush..."
"kill him……"
More and more Yinfeng Valley disciples joined the team to attack Yang Ning.
The temptation of the Earth Level Cultivation Technique is definitely enough to drive people crazy.
"Ah..." Yang Ning's screams continued.
The cracked flesh was still expanding, and the heartbreaking pain made Yang Ning's figure severely restricted.
boom!
boom!
Two consecutive attacks directly to the body caused Yang Ning's green shirt to shatter, revealing his cracked body.
The originally powerful and powerful body was now like a turtle shell, full of cracks.
The Killing Sword became even more dim, and a wisp of blood flowed into the body of the Killing Sword along Yang Ning's hand. However, as the master fell, the Killing Sword still did not wake up.
"Yang Ning..."
Yang Zhen shouted, and at the same time activated the strongest power of Wushuang Jue.
Unparalleled punch.
The powerful golden light swept away everything around them in an instant, but they were surrounded by enemies, and the two of them were at the end of their rope.
The golden fist, after sweeping across a large area, was finally exhausted.
laugh!
A sound that broke through the air penetrated everything.
It hit Yang Ning's back accurately.
The messy sword intent was completely out of Yang Ning's control, and scattered away as the sword body cracked.
But on the surface of Yang Ning's body, there is an undetectable force that is gradually moving away. It is a force that is close to fire and full of sacredness.
"Kill him with me." A messenger took action, and Yin Feng Mie hit Yang Ning. Yang Ning's life and death depended on him in an instant.
But in the blink of an eye, a crisp breaking sound sounded.
The envoy then fought, and the Yin Feng Mie that should have been controlled by him actually broke apart.
"It's his divine sword..."
The Dark Wind Messenger was so angry that he spurted blood out of his mouth and roared: "Kill him, kill him..." Four of the seven messengers had died in the day-long fight. With the cultivation level of two middle-level mountain-building realms, they actually made the high-level mountain-building realm hate them. Such a record is astonishing.
Therefore, both men must die.
In an instant, Yang Ning and Yang Zhen were completely submerged by black shadows.
Confucian Shengyu who was hiding in the dark was even more nervous. He even wanted to take action more than once during this period, but because of the king-level powerhouse, Confucian Shengyu did not take action in the end.
If that king-level powerhouse takes action, Yang Ning will have no chance of survival, but he will also die for his own reasons.
And the moment Yang Ning was integrated into his body by Qilin blood, he was also stunned.
Qilin blood, an almost extinct type of blood, is of great benefit to the physical body of practitioners. Although Yang Ning's physical body is cracked by Qilin blood at the moment, if it succeeds, Yang Ning's physical body will be even better.
But the crisis comes at the same time.
"Yang Ning, hold on..." Yang Zhen's divine body bloomed with endless light.
"Wushuang - Shen Yun."
Rumble…
Seemingly killing everything, nearly half of the surrounding Yinfeng Valley disciples were drowned in golden light.
"ah……"
"ah……"
It's like the end of the world is coming.
This is Yang Zhen's last trump card, and it is also the strongest power that Yang Zhen can use so far in the Wushuang Jue.
In this interstitial world, Yang Ning's Ling Tian Jue was operating autonomously in his body. The drop of blood that had melted into his body gradually dispersed, and his originally cracked body seemed to be reborn.
The flames rose from the body surface, and a rising flame gradually emerged.
The blood red color of the killing sword gradually lit up, and it was very dazzling in the originally bloody surroundings.
The sword's intention glowed again, and Yang Ning's eyes suddenly opened, with two faint glints flashing in them.
"Breaking sword!"
The killing sword shook.
Yang Ning seemed to have been reborn.
After shaking eight times, he still had enough energy to shake twice again, reaching ten times.
Ten broken swords.
The cracked flesh body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Yinfeng Miejing that had already stabbed Yang Ning was instantly shattered.
A ray of sword light, like a mark on the sky, kept falling.
"ah……"
"ah……"
"..."
The screams continued.
"Hide quickly." These Yinfeng Valley disciples finally felt fear.
Is this the power that the fourth level of Mountain Building Realm can emit?
Is this the sword intent that can be emitted by the fourth level of the Mountain Building Realm?
It keeps echoing in the minds of countless people.
This sword seemed to last forever.
The entire street was cleared instantly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." A joyful voice sounded, as if the owner was rejuvenated, which was more important to the little Qilin than anything else.
Before the sword could reach its full potential, the entire Kyoto was trembling.
Rumble…
Power kills everything.
The sword skills of Bengjian finally shined brightly in Yang Ning's hands.
The crisis between the two finally eased at this moment as the two broke out.
"Are you two okay?" The other disciples from the six colleges finally joined the two.
Yang Zhen's face was pale, especially his divine body, which was unprecedentedly dim. The power of Cang Lan's hegemonic body would become even more terrifying as Yang Zhen became stronger.
"Crush a bloody path and clear Kyoto."
The sound seems to have extremely strong penetrating power.
Yang Zhen explained to Yang Ning: "This person's name is Brother Wang Shu, and he is the fifth person on the Qin Martial Ranking."
Yang Ning looked at Brother Wang Shu who was overlooking everything in the sky, and found that this man was as powerful as the Dark Wind Messenger.
"Very powerful." Yang Ning said.
Following Brother Wang Shu's order, nearly five hundred geniuses flew down.
The dark wind messenger in the sky immediately screamed secretly.
The reason why there was an ambush in the long street was because Yang Ning and Yang Zhen broke away from the team, but now that the big teams from the six major colleges have caught up, this opportunity will never come back.
"Kill!" the voice sounded.
From the beginning of the city to the end of the city, it keeps echoing.
It has to be said that the names of the six colleges are no wonder the top forces in the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
There are more than 500 geniuses. Although nearly a hundred people have died, they have turned grief and anger into strength. Such a team of geniuses is undoubtedly powerful.
Just when the killing was about to begin, a palm print suddenly appeared above the heads of Yang Ning and Yang Zhen.
No warning.
Very abrupt.
"How dare you..." Confucian scholar Yu was shocked.
At the same time, he exploded with his strongest power.
Confucian Shengyu did not expect that the scene that was already a foregone conclusion would become uncertain with this palm print.
Yang Ning only felt that he must die.
This kind of power has exceeded the scope of what I can bear.
Such a strong man was actually targeting him, but he had no idea.
How can such a strong person be discovered when he is targeting himself?
The world was gone forever, and Yang Ning suddenly felt that the world was unprecedentedly peaceful.
Is this the end?
Yang Ning was unwilling to give in, but it was impossible to resist such a palm.
The king-level powerhouse had been waiting in secret for a whole day, and finally took action at this moment.
"Confucian scholars are invincible." Confucian scholar Yu hissed, regardless of whether his power exceeded the peak of the world.
Confucian Shengyu's figure rose up and met the palm that destroyed the world.
"Just die."
The palm prints are extremely fast.
In a blink of an eye, it was on top of Yang Ning's head.
But in the tense moment, the figure of Confucian Shengyu finally arrived.
"Despicable." Confucian scholar Yu Te scolded and raised his palms to meet him.
"Pfft..." The blood of the strong man spurted out.
Confucian Shengyu's Confucian clothes exploded.
The powerful force of destruction caught Confucian Yu off guard and was seriously injured.
Snapped!
Like thunder bursting, like a huge thunder hitting the top.
Yang Ning was constantly hit by the powerful aftermath.
puff……
Blood stained the sky.
The newly recovered sword body was torn apart instantly.
"Yang Ning..." Yang Zhen had just recovered and was so shocked by such a turn of events that he didn't know what to do? Finally, it flew up into the air and caught Yang Ning's body.
The vitality is weak...
Yang Zhen's expression changed.
