Yan Ning only used one sword!

He then killed more than twenty top-level masters!

Because no disciple from the National Master Mansion can block his sword, then they will have to die.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

"Die!"

"Die!"

But the spring is getting stronger and stronger.

The whole world seemed to have become much warmer at this moment. The grass underground penetrated out of the ground hard, and the rain hit the grass leaves, as crystal clear as jade.

Of course, this warm spring is limited to Yan Ning.

And in the hearts of the demon kings, Beiliang Tiejia and others, there was only cold at this moment, the biting cold, just like the most bitter wind in winter, which had already hit.

A sword comes with the coldness of all beings!

Blood rain falls into all things!

"Why can't the rain fall into my body?" Yan Ning was wearing the little white dragon's scaled war suit, and was born to be isolated from the rain.

He stood there.

But the rain avoided it, making his body untainted.

"A fairy!"

"A real immortal!"

“…”

Everyone's eyes were looking at Yan Ning.

Yan Ning's eyes were looking at a peach blossom in the sky with a barefoot stepping on the peach wood sword.

Of course, a peach blossom was also looking at him.

The two of them had a match, and there was not much chill in Yan Ning's eyes, and there was no fear in Yizhi Peach Blossom's eyes.

It is connected from all sides, like two passers-by.

The reason for this is actually very simple, because in Yan Ning's heart, a peach blossom is already a dead person. Since it is a dead person, why do you still have too much hatred?

"I don't know if I can exchange my life for a year... Is it possible to get it?" Yan Ning's mouth slowly raised and smiled at a peach blossom.

"A year's life will be exchanged for my life?" Yizhi Taohua's eyes gradually became brighter, and I don't know if she understood Yan Ning's words.

However, it can be seen that a peach blossom is smiling.

She smiled and looked at Yan Ning, then picked out a peach tree in the air with one hand.

There are naturally no flowers on the peach wood branches.

This made her look a little regretful, and then, she looked at Yan Ning again: "Qianshanxue tried her best to save you, your name is Yan Ning. Could it be that you are really the little marquis of Zhenbei Hou Mansion?"

"Yeah." Yan Ning nodded.

When Bixiao heard this, he and the disciples of the Saint Maiden Palace trembled violently.

The little marquis of Zhenbei Hou Mansion?!

In an instant, Bixiao and others thought of the words they said to themselves before, "Qianshanxue".

"They are really engaged!" At this moment, Bixiao finally understood how stupid he was. No wonder Qianshanxue was willing to promise to owe someone a favor at that time.

Qianshanxue doesn’t care about them at all!

What she asked for was nothing but she didn't want to waste time on them.

"Hahaha, Daqian actually produced an immortal?" Yizhi Taohua smiled again, and then she looked at Qianshanxue again: "Sadly, Daqian's suspicious king didn't know. Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore. I just ask you one thing, do you want to teach me that the dead trees are in spring? If you can teach me, then this Mangshan spiritual treasure will belong to you."

"Kill you, this Mangshan Spirit Treasure belongs to me." Yan Ning replied, and at the same time, he looked at the monsters and Beiliang Iron Armor.

All beings are silent.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you.

If Yan Ning really cut a peach blossom, who would dare to rob it?!

The Tiger King and the Crocodile King were trapped in the middle by the five demon kings. They originally intended to struggle for a while, but now when Yan Ning woke up, they naturally did not dare to move.

Niu Doudou and Tie Hanhan looked excited.

As for Qianshanxue, Jinchanzi and Xiaoqian who had arrived beside Yan Ning, naturally no one would snatch any spiritual treasures from Yan Ning.

The last thing left are the forces of Zhan Nan and Bixiao. These two forces now have their own difficulties, and no one has any objections to Yan Ning's words.

The entire mountain is as quiet as nothing.

Only the rain is getting heavier and heavier, making a tick sound.

"Don't be so impulsive. If this spiritual treasure in Mangshan cannot impress you, I can think of another way. As long as you can tell it, I can satisfy you." Yizhi Taohua stroked the hair on her shoulder with one hand, and a pair of phoenix eyes blinked at Yan Ning twice.

"Well, I'm already done." Yan Ning finally nodded when he heard this, and slowly raised the white dragon sword in his hand, pointing to a peach blossom.

"???" A peach blossom.

This is a bit inexplicable.

Moreover, it is completely incompatible with the 'negotiation rules'. After all, Yan Ning just now has always been relatively patient.

A peach blossom was just about to ask.

But the white dragon sword in Yan Ning's hand had already lit up.

"Sing!"

The White Dragon Sword let out a long roar, and the silver light on it was bright, as if there were thousands of wisps of silk threads like fog wrapped around it.

This sword has not really taken action, but Yi Peach Blossom has already felt the sharpness on the sword.

soon!

Very sharp sword!

Spirit treasure level!

Moreover, there seems to be a sword spirit inside.

Well, this is really a peerless sword that absolutely conforms to the identity of an immortal.

"Swish!"

A peach blossom had no more nonsense, and turned around and ran away.

She stepped on the peach wood sword and flew rapidly in the rainy night sky, as fast as a shooting star passing through the sky.

At the same time, the sword in Yan Ning's hand also appeared.

At this moment, the White Dragon Sword flew out.

Soar straight into the sky!

"Swoosh!"

There is only one sword shadow in the sky.

All the Beiliang iron armor and 80,000 demon soldiers stared at this scene with wide eyes.

"Flying Sword!!!"

"This is the real flying sword technique!"

"The peerless sword immortal, he is really that peerless sword immortal!"

"I finally saw the flying sword!"

A series of screams rang out.

Beiliang Iron Armor and 80,000 demon soldiers exclaimed.

Bixiao and the disciples of the Saint Maiden Palace opened their mouths one by one. Of course, the one with the largest mouths was Zhanbei in the Temple of War God.

Although Zhan Bei had gradually accepted the identity of Yan Ning's Immortal Master, he still couldn't accept it when he saw Yan Ning use the flying sword.

"Flying sword! Cao, Yan Ning really knows flying sword!!!" Zhan Bei's mouth was so open that he could almost stuff a fist. He was really confused.

In fact, all the sentient beings present, whether human or demon, were shocked by this sword.

Flying sword penetrates the clouds!

This is the sword of the peerless sword immortal!

However, what shocked them even more was that when the sword pierced into the clouds, it seemed that fairies fell from the sky in the sky.

They stand in the clouds.

He also held a sword in his hand.

Or dance, or prick, or pick, or chop...
To be continued...