Yang Ning admits that he has always pretended to be very good since he was a child, but why, why did Yang Shengfeng lead his spirit into his body, and why did he see things deep in his soul.
Facing the ferocious Yang Shengfeng, Yang Ning's heart was in confusion. Even though the sword's heart was clear, it didn't help.
"No, I have always been your son..." Yang Ning has fallen into a demonic barrier, and Yang Shengfeng's face echoes in his mind, only ferocious, not kind.
Yang Ning's body trembled, and suddenly there was a stinging pain on the tip of Yang Ning's finger. It was the sword that felt something was wrong with its master, and took the initiative to prick Yang Ning's finger.
In front of Yang Ning's eyes, Yang Shengfeng disappeared, and the mother he imagined also disappeared. A weak wind blew on his cheeks, and Yang Ning's fingers twitched. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and even the green shirt on his back was wet. blockbusters.
"Father, I have always been your son..." Yang Ning repeated again, feeling the various realities coming from the steps, wiping a sweat, and her feet became heavy.
Yang Ning didn't know if he had broken through the illusion, but the real feelings around him made Yang Ning admit that he had walked out of the illusion. The main reason was that Yang Ning really didn't want to face the scene just now.
Being a human being for two lifetimes has brought Yang Ning's desire for family love to its extreme.
"No matter what happens in the future, you will always be my father and mother..." Yang Ning raised her feet again and walked towards the second step.
When his feet fell, Yang Ning's figure increased by half a foot, but Yang Ning was slightly shocked because there was no chaos on the second step and everything was calm.
"What's going on?" Yang Ning held the killing sword in his hand and was always on guard. There was a faint tingling sensation on his fingers, reminding Yang Ning that this was reality.
But since there is no illusion, it is naturally the best. Yang Ning hurriedly recovered. Just now on the first floor, Yang Ning was forced to leave because he was eager to escape from the steps. At this moment, he felt nothing abnormal. He hurriedly swallowed hundreds of Saint Crystals. , the mood gradually stabilized.
Feeling the spiritual power flowing through the meridians in his body, Yang Ning breathed a long sigh of relief and deliberately avoided the scene just now, trying not to think in this direction.
As his energy recovered, Yang Ning's eyes became firm again. Now that Yang Shengfeng had seen his true nature, all Yang Ning could do at this moment was to make up for his mistake in merging his real son.
Yang Ning raised her feet again and jumped towards the third floor.
As he stepped onto the third floor, the scene in front of Yang Ning changed drastically.
"really……"
Yang Ning has already guessed that this kind of climbing steps are mainly based on illusions. They are arranged in the order of one, three, five, seven and nine, and the remaining steps are to provide practitioners with recovery.
He was still a teenager, but this time there were no acquaintances such as Yang Shengfeng, only him, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi. These were some experiences in the Qingsong Mountains, mainly because Yang Ning was building a foundation for himself.
Everything was calm at first, without any accidents. The past events flashed through Yang Ning's mind again, but just when Yang Ning handed over Wushuang Jue to Yang Zhen, something unexpected happened.
Because Yang Ning actually saw the suspicion clearly in Yang Zhen's mind. Although it was just a thought, it came from Yang Zhen's suspicion.
Yang Zhen's character has always been carefree, and sometimes he even does things without thinking at all, but that scene just now.
Then the scene in front of Yang Ning's eyes changed drastically.
"Who are you?" It wasn't Yang Zhen who looked like a young man, but Yang Zhen now, but he took out the Fangtian Painted Halberd against Yang Zhen.
Ji Feng aimed at Yang Ning, and the unparalleled momentum even made it difficult for Yang Ning to breathe.
"You...no, I am Yang Ning..." Yang Ning hurriedly explained, but Yang Zhen's eyes gradually became fierce.
"Who are you? You came out of my brother's body..." There was rebuke, hostility, and murderous intent.
"I am your brother..." Yang Ning explained.
But Fang Tian's painted halberd struck down.
Yang Ning couldn't accept why Yang Zhen would really do something to him.
However, the unparalleled momentum and sharp edge on Fang Tian's painted halberd were real and not at all like an illusion.
"No, you are not, you Magpie Nest Jiuzhan, who are you?" Yang Zhen roared, attacking sharply, and was about to stab Yang Ning.
Yang Ning only explained and did not fight back.
"I'm your brother, I always have been..."
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The cold halberd tip pierced Yang Ning's body, and blood fell down the halberd tip. The pain made Yang Ning frown, with a look of disbelief on his face, because Yang Ning believed that his brother would not attack him, but now... the blood is very red. , dyed Fang Tian's painted halberd red.
"You...why don't you dodge? You can dodge..." Yang Zhen panicked and hurriedly pulled out Fang Tian's painted halberd. He pressed his palm on the spot where Yang Ning was stabbed just now, trying not to bleed.
But Wushuangshi's aura had penetrated into Yang Ning's body, and it was of no avail.
"No, no, you...how did you..." Yang Zhen was incomparable, and the panic in his eyes was not fake.
Yang Ning's breath was weak, and she stared into Yang Zhen's eyes, never looking away.
Compared to Yang Pi, Yang Ning's brotherly love for Yang Zhen is more genuine because the two are similar in age, because they grew up together, trained together, practiced together, and ran together on the hills of Yangjia Village...
The coldness blurred Yang Ning's consciousness, and the aura of death enveloped Yang Ning, but Yang Ning just wanted to prove that he was Yang Ning, and he had always been.
"Yang Zhen, I am Yang Ning, and I have always been..." Yang Ning kept repeating, holding Yang Zhen's hand.
Yang Ning was scared, from the bottom of her heart.
As Yang Ning said, he is indeed Yang Ning. He has been Yang Zhen's brother since he was six years old. But it's not the same person after all.
But Yang Zhen is Yang Ning's brother. Yang Ning admits this from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, if Yang Zhen attacks, Yang Ning will not hide.
"Yang Zhen, live well..." Yang Ning could feel that his life was about to pass away.
Yang Ning's consciousness was blurred.
"I..." Yang Zhen fell into deep self-blame.
…
The scene gradually disappeared, and all the illusions disappeared in front of Yang Ning's eyes.
But Yang Ning's heart was heavy, because in the illusion just now, the feeling of Yang Zhen taking action was very real.
Yang Ning didn't know what would happen if he resisted at that time, but Yang Ning believed that whether he was in the illusion or in reality, if Yang really attacked him and really had the intention to kill, then Yang Ning would definitely Won't resist.
For brothers, to fulfill brothers.
Yang Ning's heart calmed down instead. Yes, why did she have to worry so much? Even if Yang Shengfeng and Yang Zhen really knew that she was no longer the Yang Ning she was before she was six years old. She had already integrated into this environment and was already Yang Shengfeng's son. , he is already Yang Zhen’s brother.
Love is true.
Between Yang Ning's green shirt, the sword's heart was firm again.
The sword blends into the mortal world, the sword blends into the body, and I am in the mortal world. I sworded because of love, and entered the art of swordsmanship because of love, but I also experienced so much because of the sword.
The sword enters the world, and the heart becomes the world.
What is the mortal world is because love, whether it is family affection, brotherhood, or love, is the most precious thing in the mortal world.
The passionate swordsman has the ruthless sword.
The sword is ruthless, but the swordsman is sentimental.
On Yang Ning's body, the aura of swordsmanship suddenly strengthened, the sword light piercing the sky was dazzling, but Yang Ning's steps were firmer than ever before.
Although he has not yet entered the true mortal sword level, Yang Ning's heart has already integrated into the mortal world.
What is a fairy? Yang Ning didn't know that although the pursuit of cultivators was to become an immortal, at this moment, Yang Ning just wanted to be a mortal, a mortal with family, brotherhood, and love.
Yang Ning's kendo realm has greatly improved.
The sword is ruthless, but the swordsman is sentimental.
In Yang Ning's heart, the doubts he had just experienced, the doubts from his father, and the doubts from his brothers, had disappeared. As his momentum was restrained, Yang Ning was like a mortal, without any aura of a cultivator.
"Perhaps this is a return to nature..." It was also the first time for Yang Ning to enter such a realm of swordsmanship. Having lived in two lifetimes, it felt very strange.
Gather your mood and move forward.
The fourth floor, the fifth floor...
As Yang Ning's level of swordsmanship improved, it seemed that the illusion of the fifth level could not invade Yang Ning's body, nor could it influence Yang Ning's thoughts. Yang Ning just felt his body shake a few times, and then entered the sixth level.
Then the seventh floor.
…
Yang Ning finally arrived at the ninth floor. The moment he stepped onto the ninth floor, Yang Ning felt a heaven-destroying aura coming towards him.
It's still a familiar picture, but it doesn't come from this life, but from the previous life.
It was the scene of his final death.
The Seven-Star Seven-Killing Formation was performed by the Seven Sons of Heaven. The aura of destruction within it made it difficult to breathe.
The raging spiritual energy around him tore apart all space, and terror and despair lingered in Yang Ning's heart.
The killing sword was broken and blood drained all over his body.
But Yang Ning still felt powerless. In this life, it was because of the Seven Sons of Tiandao Sect that Yang Ning turned to swordsmanship, but he didn't expect this to be the result.
"swordsman?"
"sword?"
"Weak!" It was Ling Chenzi's voice, full of ridicule, and the vitality in Yang Ning's body gradually drained away. Around Yang Ning, Xi Dimanzhu, which had completely evolved into a holy medicine, could not stop the flow of Yang Ning's vitality.
The aura of destruction left Yang Ning unable to resist.
"how so?"
Yang Ning also couldn't accept it. Swordsman has always been invincible at the same level, and is synonymous with invincibility, but why is he still invincible?
"Why? Why does it happen?"
"No!"
"I want you to die, I want you to die!"
Yang Ning roared, but the annihilation of life caused Yang Ning's soul to disappear little by little.
Yang Ning couldn't accept it. Even though his eyes were full of hatred, the powerful combination of seven people made Yang Ning unable to resist at all.
On the steps, Yang Ning's newly advanced sword heart suddenly showed signs of loosening at this moment, and Yang Ning's face turned pale.
In the illusion, the foundations of Yang Ning's sea of consciousness and Zifu collapsed. This was Yang Ning's last resort, because in Yang Ning's heart. Not only is there love, but there is also deeper hatred and hatred. Rebirth is to become stronger, to become stronger than the previous life, to become so strong that even the best holy place in the world like Tiandao Sect cannot shake, so Yang Ning practices swordsmanship, but now... …
The bloody lessons in reality and the bits and pieces of souls that have been wiped out make it clear that swordsmen are not omnipotent or invincible.
Even if he is invincible at the same level and stands at the top of the continent, he still cannot achieve revenge.
"No..." Life was completely extinct.
The illusion is broken.
Yang Ning returned to reality.
But Yang Ning's expression suddenly changed, because his sword heart actually had cracks at this moment.
Even the realm of swordsmanship began to decline.
"How could this happen?" Yang Ning knew that he was once again influenced by the illusion, which caused cracks in the heart of his sword.
"No!" Yang Ning roared.
An unprecedented aura of swordsman burst out from his body.
"I am invincible at my level." Yang Ning roared again.
