There was snow falling in the courtyard, and the snow building was filled with an uproar.

The strange young man who no one knew actually wanted to fight Ningji!

In the past twenty years, the name Ningji has been like a towering mountain, lying in the hearts of every young generation of monks in the Void Spirit Realm. This sword cultivator, known as the number one genius in the Void Spirit Realm, is like a natural barrier, which makes people's life not take off and the courage to leap through.

This man who suppressed all the young monks in the world took five years to make Bingyuanzhou, the most warlike and most fierce fighter, bow his head.

But now, there is a cultivator in the Cave Xuan Realm who is not famous and wants to ask Ning Ji for swordsmanship.

For a moment, all the drinkers in the entire Tingxue Building stopped their hands. They were dissatisfied with it and just spyed their spiritual sense. Everyone's eyes turned to the second floor.

As the center of the focus of the audience, the young man in white, said lightly and left the sentence, he just sat quietly at the table as if nothing had happened, with his eyes calmly looking at the famous sword cultivator. He had no timidity, or even no desire to fight, like a pool of clear water, without waves in the ancient well.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you outside."

Ning Ji's mouth raised high, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes. After saying this short sentence, he stood up and floated out of the second floor like a light geese.

After a brief moment of being stunned, the maid holding the sword quickly stood up and flew out.

"Mr. Bai, why did you ask this problem for the younger generation when you first meet? If you are unfortunately beaten to get up, I hope Mr. Bai will take care of you."

Zhuo Yuming smiled bitterly at the old man with a playful look on his face, drank the snow in the cup and stood up and walked towards the stairs.

As the young man in white walked out of the lobby step by step without any fairy demeanor, all the drinkers in the Listening Snow Tower stood up and flocked out. They were both curious and admired the young man who dared to ask Ning Ji for swords. How could he sit on such a good show?

After everyone rushed out, a woman in a blue silk shirt walked gracefully to the only white-haired old man sitting upright at the table in the entire Tingxue Building.

The beautiful woman, who was quite beautiful and charming, poured a glass of wine for the old man, but did not sit down, but stood aside. The beautiful woman smiled and asked, "Master, what kind of god is this young man? He dared to try the Ningji sword." The white-haired old man, who was originally frowned slightly and thoughtfully, suddenly realized his face, shook his head and smiled, and drank the glass of snow filled with the woman.

"I am a young man who was originally interesting but now very interesting."

The woman was obviously confused about the old man's clueless words, but she did not ask questions, but just stood beside her and poured wine.

The white-haired old man seemed to be in great interest, and he raised his hands and drank another cup, and said with a smile: "This kid is really a little good at it. I can determine my identity with just a look of Ning Ji. He knows the other party's name and dares to fight. This is giving me face."

The boss lady of Tingxuelou, who was standing on the side, was also a very thoughtful person. After hearing this, he roughly heard the old man's meaning. He was curious about the young man who had received two "interesting" comments from his own owner.

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In the courtyard, two figures are about ten feet apart, floating in the air, standing opposite each other.

As an orthodox qi practitioner, Zhuo Yuming kept pinching his hands with his hands, and lightning was lingering in his body, and thunder magic poured out, just like the thunder god general above the nine heavens.

The Guizang Realm Sword Cultivator, known as the number one genius in the Void Spirit Realm, actually faced the enemy with his bare hands. He held his left hand and his right hand fingers were like a sword, slashing it horizontally. A vast sword light was drawn out, shattering all the overwhelming thunder. The lightning was raging in the sky, but none of them fell within three feet of Ning Ji's body.

However, although Ning Ji's sword energy is fierce, it is difficult to break through Zhuo Yuming's blockade.

The Haotian Mirror emits dazzling silver light hanging in front of him. The restriction of the Taichu divine light casts a light curtain. The sword energy slashes on the light curtain, like raindrops hitting the water surface, splashing ripples. The spiritual light trembles like the rippling waves on the lake surface, and the water patterns shaking everywhere.

Zhuo Yuming's left hand was constantly talismans, including city-destroying talismans, mountain-destroying talismans, spiritual arrow talismans, and sky-splitting talismans. As the talismans were ignited, spiritual lights were everywhere, and flowers were charming. Various colors of light were like rays of rays, smashing towards Ning Ji on the head. The green light in his right hand condensed, mixed with a touch of deep yellow. The Eight Desolate Divine Killing Sword slashed down like a mountain and broke the mountain, killing the mountains and rivers.

Seeing the sharp magical power of the Qi and Soldiers, Ning Ji also had a smile on his face. Those fancy thunder techniques and talismans were no different from scratching, but the green sword light was a bit interesting. When Zhuo Yuming's right Qi Knife condensed, he keenly sensed the dangerous Qi.

With a wave of his sleeve, the sword energy in the sky was like thousands of arrows, and the spiritual lights of various talismans were shattered by the sword rain in the sky.

Ning Ji raised his hand flat on his chest, and golden light lingered between his fingers.

With a wave of hand, a bright sword light that was far more dazzling than before appeared lit up from the sky and earth. The golden sword light surged into the sky and greeted the green sword light, and the two lights collided.

The God-Slaying Sword and the Sword Qi seemed to be evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the difference between the deadlock. The two rays of blue gold offset each other and gradually weakened. As the two rays gradually dimmed, they eventually dissipated in the air at the same time.

Seeing that his sword energy failed to achieve success, Ning Ji's eyes were even more surprised.

He had already paid enough attention to the magical power of the Qi Soldier, but he didn't expect to underestimate it. The sword just now had basically used 80% of its power, but it was just a draw with the sword light, and it was impossible to take advantage of it.

"Yes, such a domineering magical power. This fellow Taoist is much stronger than the so-called genius disciples of major sects and is qualified to let me draw a sword."

Ning Ji smiled and said, affirming and commending the opponent.

You know, even if you just put your hands empty-handed, the opponent's Dongxuan Realm can be invincible. Even if you rely on a treasure with extremely high rank, it is enough to prove his ability.

The man in black stretched out his hand and the sword in the arms of the maid holding the sword suddenly trembled. With a clanging sound, a stream of light shone through the sky and fell into the man's hand.

The sword was about eight inches long, with a wide and thin body, and a crystal clear body, like a pool of clear water flowing on the sword.

"Sword Ming Liuying, be careful."

Ning Ji said softly, then disappeared in an instant.

Zhuo Yuming's heart burst out, and as his mind circulated, the bronze ancient mirror surrounded him, just blocking the sword that was stabbing from behind.

The man in black chuckled, and the sword tip in his hand was nailed to the center of the Haotian Mirror, which was like the water surface. The golden sword light and the silver Taichu divine light burst out at the same time. The blazing light shone the originally slightly gloomy sky like daytime. The audience suddenly felt that the light was dazzling and couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their eyes.

The Haotian Mirror trembled violently, and the silver divine light swayed.
Chapter completed!