"The cold moon sublimates and brings peace to the world."
Yang Pi was right. Qingzhen showed the true heritage of Qingyue Sect. The moonlight shone and enveloped the entire space. It could be faintly seen that in the moonlight, a man was holding a sword and surveying the surrounding areas.
"What's wrong with sublimation?" Yang Pi moved, and the heavy gun moved, like mountains and rivers moving sideways, and sharp swords blew up all around in an instant, giving people a heavy feeling of broken mountains and rivers.
The battle between the two has entered a fierce stage. The geniuses who have not yet entered the King's Space have looked here one after another. They are surprised at Qingzhen's power and are even more curious about the origin of Yang Pi. The name of Qingyue Sect. First of all, in the entire Liangzhou, almost everyone knows it, and Qingzhen is the second true disciple of Qingyue Sect and the top talent of the pyramid. Unexpectedly, he is repeatedly blocked here.
"How come we have never heard of such a swordsman in Liangzhou?"
"Thunder Knife, Lightning Knife, Quick Knife King...where have these people gone?"
Yang Pi's skill in swordsmanship shocked the geniuses who were watching the battle. His sword bones were natural. Such a swordsman only came from the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, which was a bigger blow to many geniuses.
"Qingzhen has reached the ultimate level of sublimation. This swordsman will be defeated endlessly."
"That's right, this is the sublimation of the cold moon. The moonlight can defeat everything, even the sword intention is no exception."
"The moonlight sweeps through everything in the world. Not to mention a small swordsman, even a truly strong man at the eighth level of the Mountain Building Realm has to avoid the edge for a while."
"Defeat..."
As Qingzhenhanyue ascended, everyone was not optimistic about Yang Pi's outcome.
"According to rumors, this sublimation skill is the special skill of the first true disciple of Qingyue Sect, but now it seems that Qingzhen is no less generous. With one sublimation, the moonlight envelopes all directions, leveling everything. The rise of Qingyue Sect, Unstoppable.”
Originally, everyone was a little disappointed with Qingzhen. After all, Qingyue's Dharma was broken. This was Qingzhen's famous stunt in Liangzhou. They thought that Qingzhen was about to fail, but unexpectedly, Qingzhen actually threw out such a trump card.
"Qing Yue Hua, this is the true foundation of Qing Yue Sect..."
Everyone is talking about it, and they seem to have seen Yang Pi's solution. When the moonlight falls, Yang Pi will fail.
"Hmph, a bunch of short-sighted people..." There is a natural charm in the hero's body. As he gets closer and closer to the true meaning of mountains and rivers, this nature that coincides with the world becomes more obvious. He was the only one who was optimistic about Yang Pi.
The strength of Yang Pi does not lie in his natural sword bones or his strength. The real strength of Yang Pi lies in his extreme emotion.
This is also the reason why Yang Pi loves swords and embarks on the path of being a swordsman.
Kill all the enemy's heads and drink all the enemy's blood.
Yang Pi relied on the sword and made it his best friend.
Extreme love is only for deep hatred.
"Ah!" There was a long roar, and a ruthless aura spurted out from Yang Pi's body.
The stronger the enemy, the more obvious Yang Pi's growth will be.
The strength of the two people at this moment may have exceeded the scope of the seventh level of mountain building realm.
Sigh...
The air around him exploded, and his spiritual energy was everywhere, constantly trying.
"Slash with a sharp sword!" Yang Pi drew his sword again.
Chongjun opened the way, like a giant axe, trying to split the heaven and the earth. The heavy power, with the blessing of the mountains beyond the mountains and the lands beyond the earth, had reached a terrifying level.
A dark flame, following the light of the sword, struck across the sky.
Even the sublimated skills cannot stop Yang Pi from taking revenge.
The revenge of a sword may not make Yang Pi fight to the death, but his sword was struck just when he was about to enter the passage. The consequences and thoughts in it are self-evident.
Unforgivable.
There is only one explanation.
Yang Pi bloomed at the extreme end, the ink seemed to cover everything, and the heavy Jun sword came across.
Mo Feng cut through the space and arrived in front of Qingzhen in an instant.
The power surges like mountains and rivers, like thousands of troops and horses galloping forward, and the momentum is as majestic as the sea, coming towards you.
Compared with when he just realized it, this sword has already cut out Yang Pi's full strength, and even with this sword, the sharp sword is instantly integrated.
Coupled with various blessings, it has surpassed Yang Pi's peak by three times.
The moonlight became more and more condensed, and an icy coldness poured into the spiritual sword. With a move of the sword, the cold moon came out.
Compared with the ink-colored flames, the moonlight is more dazzling, dazzling and chilling.
This is Yuehua, which gives people a feeling that it is inaccessible to mortals.
Click!
It was as if the sky and the earth were sinking, and the entire hundred-foot space was completely shaken with violent sounds.
If the two people's previous strength was not enough to shake this hundred-foot space, then now, it will definitely exceed it.
The light mask originally used to divide the throne space was instantly filled with cracks.
"This..." When several geniuses saw this scene, their throats trembled. They couldn't believe it. The strength of the Prince's Palace and the solidity of the hundred-foot space complement each other. This is what countless geniuses have concluded over countless years.
But, today...
refreshed their understanding.
It's not that the Baizhang Space is unbreakable from the inside, but that they are not strong enough.
"These two people are probably beyond the scope of the sixth level of the mountain-building realm, right?" One person wondered, if they were only in the sixth level of the mountain-building realm, how could they be so strong?
"I really don't know how far the number one person from Qingyue Sect has reached?"
For a time, the powerful strength of the two people stunned the surrounding geniuses. As for the fight for the throne, after witnessing the battle between the two, I am afraid that many people have lost the idea of competing with the two.
The ink knife and moonlight danced wildly, countless forces intertwined together, and thunder exploded, echoing continuously.
"terrible……"
"These two people, no matter how far away I am, how far away I have been..."
"This swordsman named Yang Pi is probably the best swordsman in Liangzhou..."
"I dare not say the number one swordsman in Liangzhou, but among the top three, he must have his name."
Rumble…
Swords and swords are still colliding. The two people are fighting to the death at this moment. If anyone relaxes a little, I am afraid that he will be overwhelmed by the other's power in the first time.
As the law was broken, all of Qingzhen's trump cards were finally exposed at this moment.
"It's so exciting..." Qiang Rong couldn't help but couldn't help but be infected by the joy of this battle.
On the other side, the battle between Xinye and the heir to the top is gradually coming to an end.
Juexin's fame has moved the entire Liangzhou. To many forces in Liangzhou, it is still too mysterious after all, but it has to be said that the current generation successors are still very powerful.
Unfortunately, he found the wrong opponent.
Xin Ye did not hesitate to kill himself in order to be granted the title of king. Although his cultivation seemed to be the same as others, at the peak of the sixth level of Mountain Building Realm, in terms of his state of mind, he still surpassed many geniuses. Moreover, cutting oneself with a sword is not just a sword to cut off one's cultivation, but to a certain extent, it is a sword that accepts the years of heaven's way. In terms of severity, it can be said that it is not weaker than receiving a punishment from heaven.
This is also the reason why Xinye wanted to fight Yang Ning several times, but Yang Ning avoided fighting.
Fundamentally, the two are no longer on the same starting line.
"A man of the highest caliber, he deserves his reputation, but it's a pity..." Xinye felt a little sorry for him. An opportunity was wasted like this.
In the eyes of the top man, until this moment, he finally felt something unusual, especially during the battle, the opponent would strike before him every time, making his moves seem to hit the cotton, but the opponent's offensive Yet so fierce.
"You killed yourself?" The top man is mysterious, but that doesn't mean he is short-sighted.
"Yes, I lost a lot for the title of King Palace..." Xinye's eyes were a little melancholy. If it weren't for his brother's hatred, he would not have rashly broken through to the seventh level of the Mountain Building Realm. But who would have expected that he would still be no match for Yang Ning. , Immediately afterwards, the Prince's Palace was opened. In order to be crowned the King and achieve dragon energy in his body, Xinye did not hesitate to kill himself.
"Indeed, in my opinion, it's not worth it for you to be like this." The top man seemed to know some details of self-destruction.
"Withstanding the power of time for no reason, you are undoubtedly ruining your future, so why bother?" asked the top man.
"You don't understand." Xinye's heart is very complicated. He has gradually become the Tiger Roar Jue, one of the four saints. If he can obtain the Dragon Qi, it will have a game-changing effect on the skills he practices.
"Maybe..." The top man exited the hundred-foot space.
After the battle in Xinye, he seemed a little tired. At this moment, he was finally free and sat on the throne.
The white aura instantly entered Xinye's body.
The Tiger Roar Jue was in effect, and during a burst of dragon roars and tiger roars, Xinye began to absorb the dragon energy, and the power in his body gradually began to change.
"Broken!" Yang Ning's sword-drawing skills are getting more and more terrifying. At this moment, he can already stack one sword with twenty-one swords. Although it doesn't seem like a big improvement, from twenty swords to twenty-one swords, this is a huge difference. A bump is also a sign that the body is changing again.
Although Yang Ning did not sit on the throne after the battle like others, the king's energy in Yang Ning's body seemed to evolve with every battle.
Yang Ning didn't know what the reason was, but he would confirm his goals with actions.
We have arrived at the seventy-ninth throne room.
After twenty battles in a row, Yang Ning was very tired, but he did not give up. The sword in his hand was blood red, and it was even more terrifying than at the beginning.
"The destiny of a swordsman is to fight."
Yang Ning kept repeating it, and seemed to be able to extract countless power from this sentence, and Yang Ning opened the seventy-ninth space.
"Yang Ning, come here to ask for advice." Before the sword came out, the voice came first.
"Yang Ning? Never heard of it." A cold scorn sounded, looking down on this name.
"It doesn't matter, you will remember it after today." Yang Ning's aura was disordered, and the repeated battles consumed him a lot.
"Just you?" The slap seemed to have given Yang Ning a lot of face.
A sword light slowly appeared on Yang Ning's body.
The three-foot space was already exhausted and could not be maintained with all its strength, but Yang Ning still sacrificed it.
boom!
Yang Ning's body swayed, and after a hard blow, her body became even weaker. It was crumbling, as if it might collapse at any time.
"Not bad power, but unfortunately it's still a bit lacking after all." Yang Ning's voice was a little weak.
"Is it worse?" the voice sneered. On top of the throne, a figure slowly emerged, covered by black mist, and just now it actually merged with the throne. Then he said: "Will you try this?"
With a palm strike, black mist immediately rolled in, as if a demonic realm had descended, cutting off the surrounding space. With a palm strike, it hit Yang Ning's neck.
"Fall down. Your name is not worth remembering."
Yang Ning, who was standing opposite, seemed to finally be interested. Her hand, which had been weak just now, pressed on the blood-red hilt of the sword.
His eyes suddenly became bright.
"It's now."
A sword came out.
The art of sword drawing.
Clang!
There was a dark sound.
Yang Ning was already very weak. When he entered this space, he immediately noticed the strangeness of others. They should be demon cultivators, but why did he save his strength? He had to do this.
As the battle wore on, Yang Ning's control of the sword-drawing technique was no longer as good as before. This was the scene of the conversation just now, just to gather momentum.
It wasn't until this person took action that Yang Ning finally gathered enough strength secretly.
A sword shocks the ghosts and gods.
A sword moves mountains and rivers.
The sharp sword light is like a laser shooting, terrifying and killing decisively.
Yang Ning tried his best for this sword.
And he only had this chance to strike with the sword.
horrible……
"you……"
The sound stopped suddenly.
He felt terrible.
