The yin energy from all directions was blown by the sword energy of the pestle and the ground scattered everywhere.

The Yin soldiers condensed from the fog maintained their posture of rushing out with their teeth and claws, solidifying three feet away from Ning Yi.

On the sharp snow's sword edge, there was a boiling fire, rising from the inside out.

"Sword technique emphasizes killing with one blow, not gorgeous and grand..."

A gentle tremor came from the dantian.

Xu Qingyan's divinity is gentle and majestic.

It is made of heaven and earth.

Ning Yi stood on the Hongshan grassland, his eyes swept through the frost and grass swept through the sky, and the heavy rain fell.

He finally understood why the rain did not stop, but was getting heavier.

Because everything has just begun.

It was raining heavily.

Ning Yi spoke hoarsely.

"I have a sword..."

Next, his voice was a little firm, without any hesitation, and his murderous aura was revealed.

"Please die!"

The sound fell.

Thunder roars.

The frost grass rolled out and the rocks exploded.

A thin silver light cut out from the thin snow sword.

The darkness between heaven and earth was lifted open by such a silver thread.
Chapter completed!