Have murderous intention.

The murderous intent is very strong, as strong as the night that cannot be dissolved, scattered around the body, but there is no substantial existence found.

A gust of wind, a wisp of sword energy, and even a piece of wood chips that burst open to rub across the cheeks.

The sword formation of Xiao Wuliang Mountain is part of the murderous intent, the ma-robed Taoist in the distance is part of the murderous intent, and the Iron Cavalry of Tiandu who is waiting outside the ridge is also part of the murderous intent... But these are not what Ning Yi really "feared" by him. Ning Yi's sea of ​​divine is as calm as a mirror.

But under this calm mirror, there are extremely dangerous surging waves. The real murderous intent that is hidden in unknown places is like a sharp needle, hanging on the mirror of the Divine Sea, and even pressing on the junction of the sea surface.

So the entire sea of ​​gods was tense.

Ning Yi split a ma-robed Taoist rushing forward with a sword. These fanatical believers were not afraid of death. Li Changshou's command had many believers of the Taoist sect, who were willing to act as a "dead soldier" in the center of this siege and killing battle.

These people were like layers of tides, rushing under the moon. They were wearing blue Taoist robes that symbolized fraternity and equality in Xiling Pure Land. Under their robes were dark and dark armor. They drew out their long swords, rushed up one after another, and rushed towards Ning Yi.

"baits" like Gu Xiaoyu and Xuan Jing were let go.

It doesn't matter.

The most important big fish is now in Yan Xiling!

With a "sharp" sound, a sword light cut through from top to bottom, cutting a man with a robe rushing forward with a sword, along with the man and the sword. Blood splattered, but it never stained Ning Yi's black robe.

Ning Yi did not use starlight heavily, nor did he use his divine nature. After confirming that Gu Xiaoyu and his men retreated according to the deduction of the word "Fate" volume, he gathered all his mind, but his expression was gloomy and glanced at the gap in the distance.

The young man in white robe who stood silently on the open space to "supervise the battle", looked neither happy nor sad, and his pupils seemed to be hidden in his calm sea. The "soul profile" of the royal family kept staring at him. Under the congestion and siege of the large number of dead soldiers, the more he showed his killing methods, the more trump cards he exposed.

A trace of ominousness and a hint of surprise appeared in Ning Yi's heart.

Even if you use the word "life", you can't find that hidden murderous intent... There is something that can threaten yourself in this piece of Yan Xiling?

He took a breath, removed distracting thoughts, and used his sword skills back to nature.

The vast mountains and rivers are shivering with strong winds.

The young man in black robe moved against the tide, and the dance under the fine snow and moon did not stop at all. The serpentine line of struggle cut and evolved, and he actually developed a Taoist intention. His heads were wrapped in sword energy, and then he jumped up. After the corpse was separated, blood splattered dozens of feet. Such a cruel scene, even the Taoist who was determined to dedicate his life to the Taoist sect, was stunned.

Too cruel and too heartless.

Is the man in front of you really a practitioner from the Holy Mountain?

In order to retain the trump card, Ning Yi never used "Sword-controlling and pointing to kill". He used a fine snow to seize human life with the sharp edge of the sword blade, but he had no scruples and had no concept of "pointing to the end".

Since you come to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed!

This massacre cannot be regarded as a massacre. The black robe that rushed hundreds of people did not rely on high cultivation level, nor on divine dominance, but just used sword skills... one by one to fight with the people blocking them.

It is not just the Taoist who robe feels fear.

Some of the sword cultivators who also felt the fear came to participate in the battle at Xiao Wuliang Mountain. Some disciples suddenly felt that the scene in front of them looked familiar, and then recalled a scene six years ago. The previous Shushan uncle stepped on the corpses all over the mountains of Xiao Wuliang Mountain. The arc, posture, angle, and even strength of the sword were very similar to the man in front of him.

Their eyes are filled with indifference to life.

One of them is called Xu Zang and the other is called Ning Yi.

Xu Zang was the same. He killed one person in ten steps, climbed to the top of the Holy Mountain, and then stabbed the owner of Xiao Wuliang Mountain to death with a sword.

Ning Yi today is the same. The light of the snow sword is moving. Even the simple and unpretentious sword-sucking sword is not able to stop it. When the tip of the umbrella is poked and then retracted, a person's forehead is pierced, and the gurgling blood gushed out like a narrow waterfall. This is the most "peaceful" way to die.

There are countless heads rolling on the ground on the wasteland of Yan Xiling.

There are more heads that were directly poked and exploded by the tip of the umbrella, like watermelons, and they exploded into blood mist out of thin air.

These are all human lives.

Blood flowed, and the sword that stretched out the thin snow fell. The umbrella sword was always smooth until Ning Yi "walked out of the encirclement of the mahjong Taoist, and the sword tip was flatly held at the sword formation aimed at Xiao Wuliang Mountain... The three-foot green breeze trembled slightly when the wind blew, and then wiped it cleanly like a silk cloth.

Behind Ning Yi, the dense "tide" has all collapsed.

Head, broken limbs, torso.

Blood evil, yin and cold, sin.

Although the man in the black robe who was walking out of the blood mist was spotless, his cuffs were covered with two blood-red sword energy.

Ning Yi is not like the uncle Shushan who has the "transcendent fairy spirit" in the world, but more like a great devil in the East Realm who kills extremely poorly.

"Four Hundred and Thirty Two."

"You killed 432 people in just half a stick of incense." Li Changshou's expression was compassionate, staring at the corpse all over the mountains and said softly: "Ning Yi, you are really a big devil. The rumored five disasters and seven disasters may not be as murdered as you, right?"

"Everyone is qualified to say to me, but you don't. I was the one who killed them, but you were the one who asked them to die." Ning Yi said lightly: "Li Changshou, is there less blood shed in the night when Ce killed Taihe Palace than today?"

Of course, this kind of attack on the heart will not work.

Li Changshou smiled and refused to answer.

Ning Yi's emotions were very stable, and there was nothing to see in the "profile". The man in white robe began to retreat and kept a distance from Ning Yi.

Ning Yi sneered.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the huge sword formation that condensed in front of him. The time to kill the Dao Sect dead soldiers gave Shu Xinjun time to condense the "Dayan Sword Formation". This time, the sword formation was much grander than the Shushan Gate. There were a total of forty-nine sword cultivators who carefully selected and matched the array pattern. Following Shu Xinjun to Tiandu... in order to strangle Ning Yi's layout today!

In the deserted ridge and open space, forty-nine people were pulled apart like a cone. Shu Xinjun, the front, sat cross-legged, but his feet were suspended from the ground, about three feet away. Forty-nine wisps of sword energy floated like the sea. The "flying sword" tempered by Shu Xinjun was rising and falling back and forth in the ocean of sword energy, constantly being hit by the round breath. With each impact, the aura on his body would rise and rise, reaching a higher small realm.

On this deserted ridge, a very absurd scene.

No one takes human life as human life.

Those dead soldiers of the Dao Sect who came to die, Li Changshou, who ordered the Taoist robes to die, Ning Yi, who calmly took these lives, and the little Wuliang Mountain sword cultivator who used the death time of these dead soldiers to condense the sword energy array pattern... In such a hell, no one showed a surprised expression. Everyone expected that such a scene would appear tonight.

There is only one person who is the exception.

...

...

Du Chun was already frightened.

This young master Du has been frugal since he was a child. Although he has seen dead people and fights, he has never seen any scene of a person killing the mountains and fields with a sword? There is even a head that rolls to his feet and hits Du Chun's boots. The young master was so scared that he shivered. He hid behind an ancient tree early and stared at the scene in front of him.

When he and Li Changshou were strolling in Yan Xiling, they saw the little pavilion deploying more than a thousand heavy troops here, thinking that no matter what, Ning Yi would never escape... These more than a thousand people, just one person and one spit, could drown that little master uncle?

Now he found out that he was wrong.

And it was outrageously wrong.

It turns out that as long as the cultivator has a high level, the tactics of the sea of ​​people are useless. Du Chun looked at the man in black robe who looked like a ghost and had an absurd idea in his heart... What will happen to those iron cavalry? Is the invincible rush to attack the city and plunder the land useful to Ning Yi?

The moment this idea came up, Du Chun imagined the scene where Ning Yi and his men and horses cut open together.

That sword... is really too sharp.

Under the sword called "Xixue", human life was like grass, and there was no difference between me and those Taoists in the robe. They were already dead the moment they saw the sword light coming out of the sheath.

"Dad...mother...you come quickly..." Du Chun begged and prayed in his heart. His legs were already shaking like sieves. He hid in a dark corner, hiding far away, for fear of being discovered.

What made the expression of Mr. Du slightly improve was the huge sword formation condensed from Xiao Wuliang Mountain.

The sword energy was as strong as a dragon, rolling like a red sea, nourishing and instilling on the head of "Shu Xinjun". Shu Xinjun stood up with his sword and pointed his sword at Ning Yi.

He knew the division of the cultivation states of the Great Sui world, knew that Shu Xinjun was the star king of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, and knew that the sword formation was the invincible Dayan Sword Formation... It was precisely because of this that the various reputations from the outside world gave Du Chun a "hope".

Du Chun hopes that the sword formation can suppress Ning Yi—

However, the man in black robe moved slowly with his sword, ignoring Shu Xinjun directly. He only saw Li Changshou. When he went further, Li Changshou took a step back with a smile.

Two people are one in front and one behind.

Until Ning Yi stopped.

He raised his head, and a sudden sound of wind sounded in his ears. He was facing a blazing red sea of ​​sword energy, and countless sword intents buried him like the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. This scene was a bit familiar.

Is this the same thing when Xu Zang faces the Starry Sky Lord?

Ning Yi held Xixue tightly, and at the moment when the Dayan Sword Formation fell, he smashed the sword hard, raising it from bottom to top, colliding—

There was a "buzz" sound.

The sound waves roll.

Du Chun was chiseled by a huge impact force, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out dozens of feet. His face instantly pale, like a broken kite thrown away, hitting an ancient tree on his back. He fell to the ground and looked at the distance in shock... His vision continued to overlap and become clear from blur.

Seeing this in a daze, Ning Yi seemed to have paused for a moment.

The "Dayan Sword Formation" aimed at the man in black robe and suppressed it down—

After that, there was a circle of white waves visible to the naked eye. With Ning Yi as the center of the circle, Ning Yi resumed his walking again. Shu Xinjun, who passed by, had a blood line appeared on his forehead. The blood line extended down from the Tianling Cap, causing the little Wuliangshan dialect to crack from the left and right from the central axis. After Ning Yi walked out of ten feet away, it turned into two pieces of falling flesh.

Not only that.

The red sea was broken.

The forty-nine sword-feeding servants from Xiao Wuliang Mountain exploded into blood mist after Ning Yi stopped, and added blood and heat to this mountain. The cold snow and hot blood blended together, and the hot smoke and burning mist rose.

Li Changshou has retreated to the edge of the ancient wood forest.

Ning Yi stared at the little pavilion master and whispered: "As you wish, I've set out my sword. Have you seen anything?"

Li Changshou was silent for a moment. He shook his head first, then nodded.

"The sword is very fast." The little master responded very cleanly, and even said lightly with appreciation: "It's even so fast that I can't see what happened."

Ning Yi nodded and expressed satisfaction with Li Changshou's words.

He asked softly, "Did you see words written on my sword?"

Li Changshou frowned, a little confused.

Ning Yi said word by word: "The sword says, you must die tonight."
Chapter completed!