There was a "swoosh".

The galloping arrow shot through the black mist.

The sword light collided with the arrow light, and Ning Yi was running faster and flipped the sword light with one hand. The vast divine nature of the snow was draped three feet away. The iron cavalry was in the torrent of the ground. He was like a great calligrapher and painter holding a slender brush. He slashed out the thick ink that scattered ink in the torrent of the iron cavalry.

Even if the three generals guarding the ancient coffin had only one ray of ghost, they still had extremely powerful combat power.

The ancient coffin in the imperial tomb contains a divine crystal accumulated by the Lion Heart King during his lifetime.

So what about this ancient coffin?

Ning Yi ran on the snow field. Above his head was a dark tornado that was swept up in the prehistoric land. The flying chips hit the inner wall of the "tornado", like a burly dragon climbing the ancient well of the sky. All living beings crawled, and thousands of iron cavalry fought on the vast snow field. Three lonely generals guarded the ancient coffin where the deceased was lying forever.

The thick and wide-bodied general pressed his hands on the hilt of the knife and slowly pushed out a silver-black light. The moment the sword light was out of the sheath, the general's figure suddenly disappeared on the hillside. In the next moment, Ning Yi's forehead hit a majestic black figure head-on. He raised the snow, and the figure was expressionless. He held the sword high and cut it down. The sword weapon was smashed to make a trembling sound. Ning Yi roared, without any intention of retreating, and stepped on the snow field with his feet.

Stepping out a pit, the two of them fought each other, beside them were the undead iron cavalry riding a horse. In the torrent of horse hooves, Ning Yi held a sword in both hands, like lifting a heavy knife, the momentum of the sword was extremely heavy and fierce, and he made a move to smash the sword without leaving any remaining strength. The two were like ancient warriors who fought for swords a thousand years ago, each move to mortgage the sword. The sword energy and sword light exploded in the heavy snow and the iron cavalry. Ning Yi continued to advance, and the thick and wide-body general still looked like a staggering look, but his steps were staggering, and he was constantly being smashed back by the snow sword energy.

Ning Yi's momentum continued to rise, his eyes were cold and fierce, like a lion, reviving on this frost prairie of all things. The divine slashed out in his body, and he had not had such a refreshing battle for a long time. In the place of rebirth, he was restricted everywhere, starry light was blocked, divine nature was exhausted, and sword fighting was fighting. The power available was quite short of every step, and every step needed to be considered. If it was such a vast collision and unreserved pouring, the savings of the divine pool would be stretched in ten moves.

On this prairie, the mountain scroll spread out with the strong wind of the snow tornado, sweeping wildly with the starry light and spiritual energy within ten miles of radius, and the sound of all living things echoed in the divine pool.

Ning Yi held the mountain scroll in his hand and stepped on a vast grassland. The sword energy in the sheath was inexhaustible.

"Kneel down!"

The sword was smashed with one blow, which made the thick general unable to withstand it. The two swords overlapped, and they were forced to use the gathering point to resist Ning Yi's sword energy.

Another blow to smash the sword.

Ning Yi was already selfless. His aura was raised by eighteen floors. Xu Zang's swordsmanship was an unparalleled killing technique. The more he fought, the more he became, the more fierce he killed, the more he killed, the more fierce he became. This deceased "general" obviously did not understand the mystery of this. He chose to fight against Ning Yi head-on, and after dozens of rounds, he was suppressed everywhere.

At this moment, the general's shoulders were shattered by the sword energy, and together with the armor on his body, a crisp broken sound was made. His expression changed for the first time. He no longer had expressionless Mu Ran, but opened his mouth slightly and frowned. He was indescribable. He stared at Ning Yi, and his hands no longer resisted, but stabbed forward.

Ning Yi twisted his waist sideways, his waist was sandwiched between the two scoops of swords, and his body collided in the sudden sword aura, splashing out a hot golden flame. He instantly bullied the stout general, and his sword was slashed horizontally, like a river in the sky. However, unexpectedly, the general's "flesh and blood body" was extremely strong. He smashed the sword with one blow, not only did he cut off his head directly, but instead made a harsh sound of gold and iron intersection.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted.

The general's head was hit by the heavy force on the sword weapon, and it twisted in an instant, almost turning it back and forth, and was beaten to the point of being tilted. However, the next moment it was extremely rapid and "returned to its position". Ning Yi raised his head and happened to interfere with the general's muddy eyes.

The two of them had a weird posture.

The sword Ning Yi sacrificed himself to hand over at this moment looked like a "bird" thrown into his arms, and the thick and wide-body Yinsha General handed out his hands as if he was open to greet him.

The general was extremely smooth and should have let go of his hands and fingers.

Two ancient swords that were cut out flew out with the flow.

Heavy snow broke through the wind and broke through.

He hugged his hands together, pulled them down hard, and instantly closed them.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted, he held the sword in both hands, and stabbed the general's chest hard. The ancient snow sword made a long sound, instantly shattering the armor on the general's chest. Then a violent sense of oppression came from Ning Yi's back, and the general closed his arms expressionlessly.

Ning Yi pressed his hands against the hilt of the sword and was forced to pierce "Xixue" into the chest of the general in front of him. The other party gathered his arms without any pain. Ning Yi's Xixue cut through the flesh and blood until it broke through the piercing of the front, chest and back, bringing out a bright red blood mist. These mists were not blood, but extremely rich evil spirits, touched by Xixue's vast divine nature, and kept making crackling sounds.

Ning Yi's hair exploded, and he once again heard the sound of breaking through the air.

He pressed the ancient sword with both hands, and the hilt of the sword was pressed against his chest. The Vajra body made a trembling roar. After stabbing the other party to the other party, Ning Yi still did not break free from the "solid" embrace. The sound of breaking the wind came in an instant and shot towards the two people who could not move.

The stout general was one head taller than Ning Yi, and his whole body looked like a hill. At this moment, he hugged Ning Yi tightly and lifted him up, and Ning Yi's feet could not land.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, and his divine fell to the bottom of the pool. His whole body fell to the ground like a thousand pounds of plunging, and shot out like a cannonball. At the same time, a wisp of blood exploded in his ears. Ning Yi pressed against Xixue with both hands and ran forward with the hill. The thick general made a horrible sound. The clouds in his ears kept exploding. In front of him were the fast-moving iron cavalry and broken black mist. The evil aura in his body was constantly dissipated under the divine nature of Xixue. After ten breaths, Ning Yi, whose energy was about to be removed, ran to the end of the earth slope with a small hill. The armor on the thick general in front of him had been broken and kept throwing it away in the air, and the whole body turned into a rich evil aura and dispersed.

From beginning to end, the ancient king of the northern territory wearing a python robe did not take action.

The sword box had not even opened, and a huge scarlet python robe swayed in the wind and snow. The ancient king of the northern border looked indifferent, and the torrent and the sound of the wind twitched by the iron cavalry under his command were in his ears. He gently placed his hands on the sword box.

The feminine general who kept shooting arrows, after shooting an arrow, was often like a spectator, watching the battle just now, and now he was just tying a string and was not in a hurry to shoot arrows again.

Ning Yi smashed the evil aura and stood firmly. He raised his head and stared at the small earth slope. His body was full of hostility and evil aura. Then he wiped his cheeks hard with his palms, and his palms were covered with blood stains of the Vajra body being blown to pieces.

If I hadn't avoided the arrow just now...

I'm afraid he's dead?

Looking at the mysterious ancient coffin, Ning Yi's heart was faintly covered with a darkness.

The ancient king who put the most pressure on him, wearing a python robe, has not taken action yet.

Ning Yi took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly. The whistling sound of the wind and snow beside his ears gradually became colder. The evil spirit that was smashed by himself, with the independent consciousness, condensed in the wind, and first condensed into a slight outline. The two ancient knives inserted on the grass in the distance made a slight tremor.

"Can't you kill..."

Ning Yi's face looked a little ugly.

His Vajra body has been broken in many places, and a double sword general alone makes him unable to withstand it. If the ancient python king takes action, can he block it?

He took a light breath and thought of the "new word scroll" he had taken from the "land of rebirth" and had not had time to refine it.

The next moment.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted.

The wind was so loud.

On the small earth slope, the python robe was wrapped in. The ancient king of the northern border who had been indifferent, pointed his toes on the ground, and his whole body turned into a red light rising from the ground, and instantly came to Ning Yi.

Two faces are against each other.

Ning Yi's divine consciousness did not even keep up with the other party's speed, but he clearly saw the facial features of the ancient king of the North, with a pale face without blood, frivolous eyebrows, thin lips, slightly narrowed eyes like a crescent moon, and also like a sword light. One of the hand of the ancient king of the python robe had been raised, and the two fingers were gathered together, and the sword energy gathered at his fingertips.

Ning Yi's snow instantly stood in front of the two of them.

The two fingers of the ancient king of python robe swept out, like a huge jade bead falling from a high altitude, instantly hitting the tip of the Snow Sword. This ancient sword, which was extremely tough after being recast, forcibly took on this force that was not something that Ning Yi could bear at this realm. The tip of the sword was hit with a huge curved arc, and it hit the hilt heavily, bounced into a semicircle. Fortunately, the sword weapon itself was intact, but under the rebound of huge force, Ning Yi's feet left the ground, clenched the hilt with one hand, and pressed the sword's hilt with the other hand against the sword's tip to relieve the force, and the whole person was beaten and thrown out.

Ning Yi's chest seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at the figure of the python robe. The ancient prince raised his hand, and the sword box in the distance instantly swept into his palm, slid a little.

The snow is magnificent, and the world is dark.

The moment the sword box opens.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and could not look directly at the dazzling golden light. At the same time, a violent ominous feeling surged in his heart.
Chapter completed!