A roar came from Ning Nitian's throat, and at the same time, the "Yin" sword struck heavily on the body of Zhumeng sword.
"Dang~~" is crisp and pleasant to the ear
"Weng"
Ning Nitian let out a dull gasp, and a burst of blood flashed from the "Drinking" sword. The "Drinking" sword then pressed down a little.
"Zi...Zi"
The blade of the sword slid, and sparks suddenly appeared. Ning Nitian saw this, his arms suddenly bent, his body half-tilted, and a huge force collapsed towards Yang Huang from the intersection of the two swords.
"Tap...tap...tap..."
Yang Huang leaned back and stepped back. He saw "drink" and "Zhu Meng" intersecting directly within an inch of his face, which can be called a dangerous word. When he glanced at it, there was a faint sharp aura hitting his face, and his hair was broken.
!
"Ouch!" a painful sound
Another burst of great force came, and the "Drink" sword moved another point. Yang Huang only felt that his skin seemed to be cracked, and the pain went straight into his bones. His eyes moved, and an idea suddenly came to him. He stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot for three points, and then
The left hand suddenly retreated, pulled out, made a gesture, palmed the lotus flower, and flew straight towards Ning Nitian's face.
"Hmph!"
Ning Nitian smiled coldly, ignored the palm prints, rushed forward, raised his sword, and swung it down violently. In an instant, the sword had been drawn out hundreds of times, and when the brilliance appeared, it turned into a curtain of swords.
"Dang...dang...dang..."
"Dang...dang...
The sound of clashing swords resounded
"Floating Dragon Wandering Light"
At the critical moment, Yang Huang couldn't help shouting, and all his magic power spurted out. As soon as the white light appeared, Yang Huang's body disappeared and "swish, swish" afterimages came out, heading straight towards Ning Nitian.
"bite!"
Ning Nitian's right hand "drink" the sword and swung it back, blocking the incoming Dream Chaser sword tip. Yang Huang was not angry, and his body flashed, disappeared out of thin air, and reappeared in Ning Nitian's body.
In front of him, there was a flash of blood, and the "Drinking" sword rushed towards him. Yang Huang's figure was broken with the sword, and it was just a mere afterimage.
"puff!"
There was a soft sound of the sword penetrating into flesh and blood. Ning Nitian turned his head slightly and saw Yang Huang standing behind him, pointing directly at Zhu Meng, the tip of the sword had already penetrated into his back.
"Haha~~"
Ning Nitian laughed evilly,
"That's all you have?"
"Of course it's not just that, just watch it!"
Once the bold words are spoken, the magic power surges
"Three Thousand Like Water"
Immediately after the words came out, wisps of white mist suddenly burst out from Zhumeng, instantly surrounding Ning Nitian's body, and then condensed and melted into it.
"I have to say, you are much better than last time."
Ning Nitian turned around slightly and said with admiration. His body seemed not to be damaged at all.
Yang Huang's face tightened, his right hand pointed at Zhumeng diagonally, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and the magic formula came out again.
"Three thousand are like water, they are weak but strong"
Immediately, his body flashed and he attacked Ning Nitian. The afterimage appeared a few times. The sword entered his body and the mist condensed on him. It only took a moment to penetrate Ning Nitian's skin and flesh, only going to his muscles and veins. Ruo Shui is the softest thing in the world.
, Nothing is not heavy, and nothing is impermeable. When an object is extremely yin, it is yang, and when it is extremely soft, it is strong. Once it penetrates into the human body, it penetrates every hole, destroying its muscles and bones, and destroying its flesh and blood.
Another wave of water entered the body, and Ning Nitian also felt something bad. When his Dantian moved, mana surged out and rushed towards the water entering the body, just like a hungry tiger hunting a rabbit. Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, the little "rabbit"
It melted into the hungry tiger's body in one jump and instantly transformed into millions of sharp weapons. Even the hungry tiger could only die in mourning.
After destroying the muscles and strengthening the flesh, traces of blood seeped out from the skin. In just a few moments, the clothes Ning Nitian was wearing were dyed red with blood. He looked extremely powerful. After several confrontations, he frequently used killing moves.
Without thinking too much, Ning Nitian stepped up his right leg diagonally, bent his left leg, knelt down on the ground, and inserted the "drinking" sword straight into the soil.
"collapse"
With a roar, with the "Drinking" sword as the center, the surrounding ground was cracked, sand and rocks were flying, and the Ruoshui that had penetrated into Ning Nitian's body was instantly squeezed out, mixed with traces of blood and energy, and rushed straight towards Yang Huang.
"Shield of the Veiler"
As soon as the magic formula came out, Zhu Meng made a stroke, and a light yellow barrier appeared.
"Bang..."
The blood energy collided with the barrier, and the barrier cracked with a sound. The force of the blood energy weakened slightly, and it attacked directly at Yang Huang's chest. At the critical moment, between the lightning and flint, Yang Huang spurted out a breath of turbid air, urgently raising his magic power, and his magic power surged out.
He moved too fast, his veins were about to burst, and the pain was unbearable. Yang Huang couldn't care less, he clenched his teeth and used his magic power to Zhu Meng. He blocked the horizontal sword, and his blood rushed straight into Zhu Meng's sword body.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Huang tapped his right toes and reluctantly rose into the air, starting a confrontation.
When Ning Nitian saw this, he moved his right foot slightly, drew his sword and stood up, returning the sword to his middle, secretly calming down some of the churning energy and blood.
However, Yang Huangling was in the air. He listened carefully to the distant shouts of killing and gradually subsided. Then he saw a bright white figure walking through the mountains and heading towards him. A few figures further away and many disciples followed closely behind him.
The overall situation seemed to have been decided, and he sighed a little:
"The world is like this. Today's battle may be the last battle. Either you die or I die. Just let me see the secret of your sword-drinking!"
Ning Nitian shouted loudly when he heard this and smiled;
"This is very good. I am destined to fool all living beings. I am tired of fooling all living beings over time. I finally met an ant like you. I wanted to raise it for some fun. But the ant seems to be a giant elephant, but it is just a giant elephant. The power of God is frightening.
, how could you know that after today there may be no future!"
"Weng Weng"
"Yin" seemed to feel Ning Nitian's fighting spirit at this moment, and his whole body shook with the sound of clanking swords.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Ning Nitian stared at the "drinking" sword with his eyes, like a lover's gaze. He gently stroked the sword pattern on the sword with his left hand and laughed. Then he waved his right hand lightly, pointing the sword's edge directly at Yang Huang in the sky and said:
"When I traveled around the world in the early years, I felt that those who hold swords should be responsible for the livelihood of the people, protect the weak, and fulfill their own righteousness. Afterwards, countless evil people were deprived of their skills and had to make a living by begging. One year, it snowed heavily.
After being without food for several days, I almost starved to death. When I was ignorant, I met a group of people begging for food in a shabby mountain villa. I stepped forward to beg for food, but refused. My fists and feet were intertwined. When the pain was unbearable, I accidentally beat one person to death.
The crowd of beggars was coaxed away, and I got food in the blood. At this moment, the wind and clouds surged, thunder bursts, and something foreign fell from the sky in front of me. It was this "drinking" sword.
Speaking of this, Ning Nitian smiled slightly with a look of reminiscence on his face,
"I realized..."
"What did you realize?"
"Haha, everything has a cause and an effect. The way the world is, we should obey the destiny. How can we change it with the power of one person? I bear the destiny and suppress all living beings. How dare you go against heaven by cultivating immortals to enjoy yourself?"
When Yang Huang heard this, he was filled with anger and howled:
"Then you kill my parents and destroy my whole family. Is it destiny?"
"Haha, as I said, cause and effect follow each other. The secular emperor has long wanted to destroy your whole family. I am just adding fuel to the flames. What's more, when you are very prosperous, you will decline. This is..."
Don't say anything else. Yang Huang raised his hand and drew out a sword light, interrupting Ning Nitian's last words.
"Destiny? It's just an excuse for you people to be ignorant of all sentient beings. I've been to this Wuwu twice, and what does destiny do to me? You said you should obey the destiny, but I have to go against it."
"Perhaps I want to give you a chance because of the origin and destruction of fate? So destiny will give you a chance and let you survive several times. Don't you still believe it?
Ning Nitian asked slightly
"war!"
With one word spoken, Yang Huang's determination is evident!
"That's fine"
Ning Nitian shook his head slightly when he heard the words, and waved his sword towards Yang Huang gently and said;
"This "drinking" sword of mine drinks the seven emotions and six desires, and drinks all things in the world. Anyone who violates the destiny of heaven will drink it. It seems that this sword is given by heaven! I will drink your hot blood today! I will die under the destiny of heaven. Calculate the cycle of cause and effect”
Although Yang Huang was angry at Ning Nitian's words, his face did not feel heavy. He took a deep breath, lowered his head and looked at the "Zhu Meng" in his hand. At this moment, the body of the Zhu Meng sword was transparent and seemed to be nurtured by brilliance. After a few seconds, Yang Huang's lips moved slightly and he uttered three words:
"No regrets, fight!!", seems to be whispering, seems to be describing.
Then he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and a mouthful of essence and blood sprayed on Zhumeng's sword body, and Zhumeng let out a low hum, as if he was crying.
Yang Huang acted as if he had not heard anything, raised his right hand high, Zhu Meng flew high into the air and hung in the air, and the brilliant colors overflowed from the sword body and flew in all directions.
Ning Nitian saw this and knew that this was Yang Huang's last blow. However, after seeing the Dream Chaser Sword rising into the air, the power in the sword turned into brilliant colors and scattered in all directions. He thought that Yang Huang was determined to die and shouted:
"Countless heroes have died under my "drinking" sword. There has never been a person as resolute as you. How about the revenge of killing your father and mother? How about the hatred of destroying your family? I have also seen one of them flatter me every day. Those who live by their enemies, people like you, may be hard to find in the future, but the world is like this, so you can’t blame me!"
But after the Dream Chaser Sword hung in the sky, Yang Huang immediately moved his fingers slightly, pinched the spell, and a dark figure walked out from behind him. This dark figure had the same appearance as Yang Huang, and wore a three-pronged bundle on his head. He has a purple gold crown, a brocade robe of netherworld magic silk, and a chain armor with the face of a beast that swallows its head. There are 13,500 armor leaves on the outside, and 99,999 inscriptions inside. The magic circle is surging with magic power, the inscriptions are shining brightly, the waist is tied with a dark spiritual light belt, the feet are wearing black cloud animal skin shoes, and holding a sword, which is almost the same as "Dream Chaser", but it has a barb, revealing the color of the netherworld. The blood-stained grooves on the sword body are clearly visible, and the wails of the wronged souls within the sword can be heard, and a faint demonic aura rolls between his hands and feet. As soon as this person came out, the world suddenly darkened, instead of dark clouds coming again, it seemed like a bright light was running away, and suddenly, in the mountains and rivers. Among the vegetation, stubborn rocks and loess, traces of black undead slowly emerged, some were confused, some were ferocious, some were angry, all mixed together.
The man was smiling and his lips were slightly open. The mixed soul energy of the dead flew through the air with a "shoo" and fell into the man's mouth.
"Gulu..."
The man's throat moved slightly, swallowing the soul energy straight into his stomach, and he couldn't help but sigh:
“I haven’t tasted such delicious food in a long time!!”
Then he looked at Ning Nitian in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, his nose twitched, his face was full of intoxication,
"The taste of this soul is so delicious and tempting, I can't wait..."
Yang Huang looked at him swallowing the remaining souls of Qiwu's disciples who died in the battle. He felt unhappy and said sternly:
"Sprite, don't go too far!"
"Hehe~~"
The demon heard this, but didn't care, and said with a playful smile:
"What the eldest brother is saying is that for this soul down there, the eldest brother will eat it first, and the younger brother is willing to live after the eldest brother!"
"snort!"
Yang Huang naturally doesn't eat souls, and he doesn't want to get entangled with monsters anymore. He snorted coldly, moved his fingertips again, and shot out a magic spell one after another.
"The art of clone?"
Ning Nitian looked at the smiling demon beside Yang Huang, who was a little confused. He knew almost all the magical powers in this world, but the magical power Yang Huang used to transform into a clone was completely different from the original body.
, and the strength is almost the same, I can't help but have some doubts and worries, and there is a faint calculation in my heart!
Speaking of Yang Huang's spell, another figure appeared from behind him. As soon as this person emerged, the space around him was slightly distorted and bloody,
Seeing this, the demon stopped his smiling face, dusted the non-existent dust on the beetle leaves with his fingers, and muttered:
"Yes! The dismemberers are here!"
I saw that this man had the same appearance as Yang Huang. He had a naked upper body and was painted with a blood-colored nameless totem. The totem slowly flowed in the skin. When an ordinary person saw it, his soul disappeared. It was really scary. This man was tall and tall, with both arms and legs.
The arm muscles bulge high, and the veins pop out like the roots of an old tree. The arms are wide enough to run a horse, and there are eight pieces of belly meat. He is wearing a broken battle armor with sword marks clearly visible on the armor. He wears brown straw sandals with no blood stains on them yet.
Dry, although his appearance is the same as that of Yang Huang, he has a big beard, his eyes are bright, and there is a faint flash of blood between his eyes.
He glanced over and saw Ning Nitian. He smiled, showing his uneven teeth. He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but this body is still so charming..."
"Hey, hey, Ren Tu, let's talk about it. How about you let me swallow the soul first and then give you the body?"
Seeing Rentu looking at Ning Nitian with a lustful expression, the demon turned sideways and asked hurriedly;