The stone wall of the mansion that blocked the yin and yang sides collapsed.

The smoke and dust slowly rise.

Standing in the smoke and dust, the man in the green robe with a faint fluorescent lantern at the bottom of his feet said softly: "The academy array has been stimulated, things have become big, do you think you can still run away?"

Ning Yi stood at the edge of the pool, holding the hilt of the thin snow sword, and the divine vortex in the dantian was constantly climbing up, trying to pull away some divine nature.

Ning Yi tried his best to draw five divine water droplets with his sword in Hongfu Street. However, at this moment, if he wanted to fight against Qingjun in full state, five divine water droplets... were obviously not enough.

The divine crystal of the Lion Heart King was "slowly" gnawed by the Bone Plain, trying to chew off even a slight bit of debris.

"Your starlight realm is not high... When I was in Hongfu Street, I was indeed deceived by you."

Qingjun, who had his hands folded his sleeves, said lightly: "You can kill the little cyclone king. The people outside have underestimated you before. You should have some means to keep the box in the bottom of the box."

Ning Yi grabbed the hilt of the Snow Sword, let go again, and a lot of sweat oozed out of the palm of his palm, and then he held it tightly again.

He stared at Qingjun with a solemn expression. The great gentleman of Yingtian Mansion who was leaning against the door seemed lazy, but in fact he was tense all over, like an arrow that could shoot out at any time.

His conversation was because he didn't want to reveal his strength, and the great practitioners of Yingtian Mansion would arrive soon.

"Everyone said that you are the swordsman who trespassed into Qingshan Mansion last time..." Qingjun smiled and said, "But you are different from him. You don't give me this kind of oppression. This is a very interesting thing. There is a very powerful monster living in the sky, but that monster is not you."

The man leaning against him suddenly stood up, no longer as lazy as he looked. His hands with his sleeves slowly lowered. Under the majestic control, his murderous aura aroused the dust on the ground.

"I had prepared many methods for this encounter, but now it seems... I don't need it anymore."

The words fell.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted.

The lantern on the soles of the man in the green robe suddenly exploded, and a blue flame splashed everywhere. The green robe swelled, and the green robe jumped high, as if he was shot through the arrow, and he sneered—

Ning Yi raised his arms and blocked him, and the grand flame exploded three feet in front of him.

Several hot springs behind him exploded out of the sky water columns one after another!

Ning Yi no longer hides the breath of cultivation. A huge star giant magic image suddenly appeared. He raised his head and shouted loudly. Two arms condensed by the starlight appeared one by one, and the momentum of the palms was put together, standing in front of Ning Yi.

The burning embers on the black robe were blown away by the wind and the water vapor poured out. Ning Yi stood by the spring pool. The door that had been leaning against Qingjun before was empty, and there was no trace of people.

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from his ears.

Ning Yi bent down suddenly, his pupils widened, and a fist hit his chest without any fancy. Qingjun was already bullied into his arms. The punch hit him from the bottom up, with the power of the ten thousand dragons and elephants, the magic image of the Star Giant was broken by this punch, and what caught his eye was a rapidly enlarged knee.

Ning Yi grabbed Xixue's sword body with both hands and blocked him in front of him. He was hit hard with his sword body and hit him hard. Even so, he was still dizzy and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He felt a piercing pain in his chest, and he threw his whole body up and backwards. It was hard to imagine that this great gentleman from Yingtian Mansion had already practiced his physical strength to such an extent.

Generally speaking, practitioners in the academy avoid close combat, practice sword energy, and fight with others with starlight.

This Qingjun is not following the ordinary path. He looks weak and literary, but his physique is like a dragon and like a figure, even stronger than Ning Yi’s!

Ning Yi flipped around the air for several times, smashed back into the pool in a very embarrassing manner, and a loud bang made a big wave of air. He pested a sword with one hand and wiped the blood on the corner of his lips with the other hand. His face was gloomy and stared at the distance standing alone in one foot. Only then did he slowly withdraw the man in the green robe who hit his knee.

Qingjun threw away the masked black cloth that had just been torn off with a soft complexion, his face was not hot, he pressed his hands and made a crackling sound of bones, and the sound of stir-frying beans.

He looked at the pale-faced boy in black and smiled jokingly: "Ning Yi...what are your tricks to put your box in the bottom of the box? Where is the sword from Hongfu Street? Come and take a look."

Ning Yizhu Jian stood up, his face looked ugly, and the White Bone Plain tried several times to gnaw the divine crystal of the Lion Heart King, but all ended in failure.

He looked around and saw the mist was vast. Not far away from him was the huge sword weapon near the clay statue.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

He plucked up his breath, and the divine water droplets in the vortex of the dantian flowed wildly again, pulling away, lingering around, and being squeezed into the thin snow sword bone...

Ning Yi raised his arm, grabbed the thin snow, and the black cloth wrapped the sword body.

This posture is exactly the same as Red Talisman Street.

Qingjun looked at Ning Yi with interest. He knew that the young man in black robe standing with his sword was just bluffing, only the starlight of the sixth realm.

But Ning Yi is completely different from himself in Hongfu Street.

The sword intent of the sword cultivator that Xiaoyuxiang comprehended was magnificently and slowly compressed onto the tip of the sword.

Qingjun has always been a playful expression from beginning to end.

He was waiting for Ning Yi to set off his sword.

Even the distance between the two is not much different from the sword on Hongfu Street.

Genius practitioners who practice the planetary brilliance and sword energy and practice the body will practice their own mind of Tao. No matter which path they take, they will practice their own mind of Tao.

If the heart of Tao is unstable, no matter how talented you are, you will achieve nothing.

The sword on Hongfu Street added a crack to Qingjun's originally flawless heart of Tao.

The sword from Qingshan Mansion almost shattered his heart of Tao.

If the visitor from Qingshan Mansion is really Ning Yi... and Qingjun personally confirmed this, then his path of cultivation will be covered with a deep shadow and will become narrower and narrower.

"Come on..." Qingjun said silently in his heart.

Ning Yi holds the sword.

The black cloth exploded.

A series of water columns swept with the sword energy and finally hovered in front of Qingjun.

This sword is exactly the same as the sword on Hongfu Street.

The game between the two top geniuses of the Holy Mountains, but the difference is that Ning Yi only drew a drop of divine water, and most of the infusions were the sword intent of the sword cultivator!

Qingjun raised his hands, not blocking him in front of him and acting in a defensive posture, but raising his palms to shake the unstoppable sword energy with his palms!

Blasting open-

Ning Yi staggered and was smashed by the huge recoil force. He retreated one after another, almost unstable standing, inserted the thin snow into the water surface heavily, and a long trace was slid out of his whole body.

The jade tiles and tiles of Longyan Hot Spring, the deep pool water, were all lifted up under the blow of the sword energy of this sword. The bricks and tiles were broken, like an old dragon chanting. In the mist, Ning Yi stared at the shadow in the distance that gradually became clear from blur.

"Ning Yi...you..."

The sound is slow.

The man in the green robe who raised his hands, looked at Ruyu's palms, watched the broken sword energy beating in the palms, and then slowly closed his palms and pressed all the sword energy to extinguish them, murmured: "I'm really disappointed."

Ning Yi looked at the green robe with a pale face.

"The practitioners in the four academies do not practice their physical strength. I live in Qingshan Mansion and never go out, and I am even more reluctant to fight with others, so I don't want to expose my cultivation level."

On Qingjun's body, the green thunder crackled, and the originally rising momentum slowly fell downward.

"Zhongli and Gu Cang are slow, and they are never the opponent I agree with." Qingjun's voice was a little indifferent: "Little Zhulong from the North once said that if he does not cultivate his body, there will always be a flaw. If he has a flaw, there will be a possibility of falling into the lower level... I want to catch up with Luo Changsheng and be the top of the dynasty, so he must not have a flaw."

"That day, I thought your sword intention was nothing... In order not to reveal my strength, I never used any method. Starlight and body, I didn't want to use it, so that you could become famous in the battle of your fame. The sword on Red Talisman Street forced me back thirty feet." Qingjun laughed: "Now look... what is your sword intention?"

Ning Yi's face was a little pale.

Qingjun's realm of cultivation is probably even higher than what Master Qianshou said, "The Eight Universal Realms of Holy Sons" and is afraid that the Son of the Seventh Realm is destroyed without any damage.

He is indeed qualified to say this.

"Time is coming... Uncle Shi should be coming soon."

Qingjun raised his eyebrows, he looked at the boy at the other end of the mist, and smiled softly: "Ning Yi, before killing you, I will break your Taoist heart... Let you experience the pain of the broken Taoist heart."

Qingjun frowned.

The young shadow at the other end of the mist slowly raised his sword again.

A hoarse voice came to Qingjun's ears.

"I still have a sword... Do you dare to answer?"

Qingjun's pupils contracted slightly, his natural alertness sounded, and his sweat hair was erect.

He stared at the figure.

The end of the fog—

Ning Yi held the sword in both hands, and the water waves at the bottom of his feet were clear, and countless ripples were generated in an instant, colliding and swaying away.

He looked firm and slowly closed his eyes, feeling his body.

In the vortex of the Dantian, the White Bone Plain successfully gnawed a small piece of the divine crystal of the "Lion Heart King".

The vast grassland appeared in Ning Yi's mind.

He murmured, "Senior, can you lend me a sword?"

The raindrops that were splashed by sword energy in the pool slowly fell down on Ning Yi's shoulders.

The pale sword edge of Xixue cuts a drop of water into half.

......

......

Grass clips fly quickly in the tomb of Emperor Lionheart.

The man who was not tall and in the tomb was wearing a lion's heart mask with a gentle smile. He pressed his left hand on his sword and his right hand on his face. He seemed to be able to sit up in the coffin at any time.

This place has been extremely quiet for thousands of years.

The gentle voice of the young man passed by this grassland.

"Senior... can you lend me a sword?"

A storm is storm, and all herbs are raised.

In the coffin, a mellow and low voice sounded slowly.
Chapter completed!