The colorless thunder emitted a violent aura of destruction and shot towards the black-clothed in the air. The young sword cultivator in black-clothed face had a solemn expression on his face for the first time.

The firefly, which was originally hanging from the tip of the sword, suddenly raised it flat, and the golden light on the long sword was full of vitality, and the energy rushed to the bull's fight.

With a light wave of the sword, a dazzling golden light lit up between the sky and the earth, shooting towards the terrifying lightning.

The golden sword light instantly grew from a thin line to the same momentum as thunder, and the cold sword energy filled the world, moving forward.

The sword energy traverses 30,000 miles, and one sword spreads across the nineteen states.

Ning Ji's sword energy is so sharp that it is far better than any sword cultivator Zhuo Yuming has ever seen. The only one who can surpass him in sword intent is the peak of the sword path in the Xu Ling Realm and the Sword Saint. Whether it is the Confucian sword cultivator who is also in Guizang Realm in the Demon-Shenzhen City, or the Jinse of Xiaoji Mountain at the peak of Guizang, including Qi Huan, the Sword Saint, who is personally taught by the Sword Saint, it seems that it is slightly inferior to Ning Ji, who is known as the number one genius in Jiuzhou.

As soon as the golden sword light lit up, Zhuo Yuming activated the remaining spiritual power in his body and controlled the Haotian Mirror to fly back in front of him as quickly as possible.

The heavenly thunder divine art emitted by Zhuo Yuming was like a native chicken and a tiled dog in front of the sword light, and was shattered and broken. The colorless light that exploded in all directions even fell to the ground without any remaining strength and disappeared without any impact, without causing any impact on the black-clothed sword cultivator who had no expression on his face after swinging the sword.

The sword energy that dispersed the lightning light instantly slashed on the bronze ancient mirror surrounded by silver light.

Haotian Mirror is worthy of being the top treasure close to the level of the God-Forbidden Treasure. The Taichu Divine Light stood in front of it one by one, like mountains and mountains. The sword light fell, and a large piece of silver light shattered. The divine Light ban was broken through layer by layer by layer by layer by layer, and it was like a bamboo shoot.

With the powerful defense of this Haotian Mirror, he finally stopped the sword that split the sky and the earth.

The young man in white behind Gu Jing suddenly gushed out a mouthful of red blood, and he seemed to be unable to bear it. He swayed his body and had already knelt on one knee, pressing his hands tightly on the ground, trying to support his body. There were red lines oozing out from his limbs and bodies, all of which were scratched by the sword energy that had previously been scattered.

Ning Ji no longer looked down at the young man in white who was finally defeated by his sword, but fell not far in front of Zhuo Yuming.

"You are already amazing to be able to fight me to this level with the cultivation level of the Cave Xuan Realm. If you are in the Guizang Realm with me and you cannot come out of your natal flying sword, I will definitely not be able to beat you."

Looking at the young man in white who could not bear it, Ning Ji gave a very high evaluation.

While speaking, Ning Ji threw a firefly in his hand, and an arc of light passed by, and steadily fell into the scabbard in the arms of the maid holding the sword.

In fact, few people know about this recognized first genius in the Void Spirit World. Ling Ruoxu once said in private that the only sword cultivator who can inherit his name from Sword Saint in the future is Ning Ji.

Even his personal disciples Zhao San and Qi Huan are worse than this genius sword cultivator.

In fact, more than ten years ago, Ning Ji and Zhao San had an unknown secret competition. Without comparing with the realm of cultivation, the two of them only fought a duel with sword intent and sword energy. That battle was defeated by Zhao San in the realm of land gods and immortals.

"Fellow Daoist Ning's swordsmanship is indeed powerful. Except for the senior Sword Saint, I have never seen anyone whose sword energy can surpass Fellow Daoist Ning. My cultivation is far from that of Fellow Daoist Ning."

Zhuo Yuming was willing to accept the loss, and he had no doubt about this person's swordsmanship attainment, and he also generously admitted defeat.

In fact, before he started, he had never held up the idea of ​​winning.

However, the other party didn't even use the natal flying sword. He easily won himself with a magic weapon-quality sword, which made him feel a little frustrated. After all, his goal is to force the other party to sacrifice his natal flying sword.

"Fellow Taoist is too humble. Apart from you, I don't think there is any other cultivator in the Cave Xuan Realm that can make me need to draw a sword. But your body is a bit too strong. Could it be that you are following the path of dual cultivation of art and martial arts?"

Ning Ji's words asked questions in the hearts of many people with great stature present.

The white clothes on this young man in white were really just an ordinary piece of clothing, without defensive magic weapons. To be honest, this kid must have at least the body of a sixth-grade martial artist to support him under the aftermath of a sword energy of a Guizang Realm sword cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist Ning misunderstood that he is just a pure Qi training man. But after practicing a secret method, his body is stronger than that of an ordinary Qi training man."

Zhuo Yuming also generously admitted that after all, the physical strength he showed could be seen as long as he was not a blind man.

In front of the gate of Tingxue Tower, the charming proprietress accompanied the white-haired old man to watch the two of them in a row and was amazed: "This young man is really amazing. He can fight Ning Ji for a long time. Looking at the realm of Dongxuan, I'm afraid there are few people who can beat him."

The old white-haired man standing with his hands behind his back seemed to be quite talkative today, and he spoke unexpectedly: "It's not that few people can beat him, but that he is basically invincible in the same realm. If Ning Ji only had the Dongxuan realm, even if he sacrificed the moon at the end of the sea, he might not be able to beat that boy."

The boss lady in Xuelou was shocked by the comments of the old man around her.

She knew that this adult never aimlessly. He said that the young man was invincible in the same place, so that was basically the case.

After hesitating for a moment, the charming woman gritted her teeth and asked softly: "Master, do you want me to contact him and see if I can attract him to my disciples. With such a talent, I will enter the realm of the earthly fairy in the future and will be another powerful general."

The white-haired old man didn't say anything, but just glanced at the woman who was slightly behind her.

"I was confused for a moment and tried to add to my mistakes. Please forgive me."

After being glanced coldly, the woman's whole body was soaked in cold sweat. She hurriedly bowed and sued her for guilt.

Ning Ji, who was standing in the distance, raised his head, crossed the courtyard, and fell on the white-haired old man, with his obscure eyes.

In just a moment, Ning Ji turned his gaze back to the young man in white who had already shaken up and stood up in front of him, and asked, "What do you call me? When we both have the same realm in the future, we might as well have another conversation."

"Fuyaozhou, Zhuo Yuming."

Zhuo Yuming, who forced himself to stand up straight, reported to his house with a smile, and then said, "When you meet fellow Daoist Ning again in the future, if you have a similar level, you must ask for another sword battle. At that time, you can ask for advice from fellow Daoist Ning."

Ning Ji smiled and said in a playful tone: "I want me to give you advice rather than show mercy. It seems that fellow Taoist Zhuo has enough confidence to win me in the battle between the same realm."

Zhuo Yuming did not comment and smiled at the same time.

He looked up at the white-haired old man with a calm expression again. After thinking for a while, Ning Ji raised his hand and hugged his fists, and said to Zhuo Yuming: "Okay, then I look forward to fighting with fellow Taoist Zhuo again. It would be not in vain to meet fellow Taoist in Bingyuan Prefecture."
Chapter completed!