A leaf fell.

Ning Yi's sword stabbed the eyebrows of three white apes at the same time, poking them backwards, and the bottleneck of the sword realm that could not be broken through for a long time... At this moment, Ning Yi's sword stabbed a crack.

In the midst of life and death, in times of great difficulty, seek a sword light.

A sword is no longer a sword.

A white ape whistled from Ning Yi's back. Its eyes were originally fierce, but the next moment it became confused. He clearly saw the human being handing a sword in front of him... but his eyebrows seemed to be accurately poked by something.

It was as powerful as a mountain hitting it.

Hundreds of sword lights bloomed beside Ning Yi at the same time at almost no time... Just like the "Thousand Hands" taught by the senior sister, but the momentum was restrained and then swelled, and the sword energy was cold and solemn.

A black dress flew out of the monkey forest, and a series of afterimages emerged behind him.

Countless white apes flew away on both sides, making violent collision sounds with the ancient trees.

Hold the sword and stand.

Ning Yi let out a deep breath, stood in front of the stone wall, and took out the object of Dayang.

There is no slight hesitation.

Extend your palm.

Put the yellow withered hair on the stone wall.

"Boom--"

The mountain walls tremble.

Ning Yi whispered in his heart.
Chapter completed!