Seeing Ding Ning who was silent, but just approached him to hold an umbrella to cover him from the wind and snow, Xue Wangxu smiled in relief.
Then he coughed softly, looked at Liang Lian, who was covered in blood under his feet, on his hands, and on his chest, and said softly with some pride: "In terms of youth, in terms of strength, I am not as good as you, but in terms of fighting against swords. According to my experience, I am still better than you, so in the end I won."
Liang Lian was silent.
For him, the victory itself is not as important as the injury between the chest and abdomen.
He felt that Xue Wangxu's sword intent was still killing in his body, and he could be sure that such an injury would have a great impact on him in the next few years.
There was a sudden uncontrollable dryness in his heart.
Although he knew that the other party had also paid a heavy price and it was impossible to live for a long time, but this indescribable dryness made him want to keep Xue Wangxu here.
So he stretched out his right hand silently.
However, at this moment, all the people in front of the camp suddenly felt something, raised their heads, and looked at the sky above.
The snowy sky is divided into two halves, with an absolutely vacuum channel in the middle.
A terrifying force just fell down, like an insurmountable wall, blocking Liang Lian, Xue Wangxu, and Ding Ning.
The hard and cold stone ground suddenly sank, and with a crackling sound, a crack appeared.
This crack, which is tens of feet long, is absolutely straight, and the width of the crack from the beginning to the end is one finger, without any deviation.
This is a sword mark.
Many practitioners in the camp gate were shocked and speechless when they saw this sword mark. Their eyes fell on the turret in the distance through the passage that cut the sky.
They wondered in shock, who on the turret was able to cast such a sword from such a long distance.
Liang Lian's face was slightly stiff. He silently looked at the sword mark in front of him, slowly withdrew his right hand, then turned around in slow motion, and walked towards the camp gate behind him.
Xue Wangxu under the umbrella laughed.
"it's over."
He said this softly to Ding Ning beside him, then turned and walked back.
Ding Ning still didn't say a word, but held the umbrella vigorously, trying to block the wind and snow as much as possible.
Xue Wangxu walked a few steps, the radiance on his face dissipated, and he seemed to be getting tired quickly.
"It still doesn't work."
He shook his head, sighed softly, stretched out his arm, and put it on Ding Ning's shoulder.
Ding Ning still didn't speak, but just moved his body closer to Xue Wangxu, and used his thin shoulders to bear most of Xue Wangxu's weight.
"It's really good!"
Xue Wangxu looked at Xueluo around him, feeling the biting cold and weakness he hadn't felt for a long time after being a practitioner, but he laughed again, "When the battalion defeated the general of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army, let Your Majesty and The teachers of the head of the patriarchal law department all used Lingyun sword for me, today is really beautiful."
Ding Ning glanced at him, his voice trembled slightly, but he was unspeakably firm: "It's good to be happy."
The snow is thicker.
Seeing the figure under the umbrella, one big and one small helping to leave, the old man on the turret also had complicated emotions in his eyes.
"Xue Wangxu's performance today is amazing enough."
He sighed softly: "The student who followed him is really good."
Huang Zhenwei couldn't help but sincerely praised: "It's really not bad."
In the wind and snow, on the top of a pavilion closer to the military camp, a woman in a white dress was also looking at Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning who were leaving.
She is Ye Celeng.
Although her realm is higher than that of Liang Lian and Xue Wangxu, and she arrived at the last moment of the battle between the two, the fact that Liang Lian is already a practitioner above the seventh realm, and Xue Wangxu's final That sword still made her feel a strong shock.
She looked at the big umbrella that had disappeared into the wind and snow, and did not leave immediately, but thought silently. It seemed that this battle also reminded her of many things and made her understand something.
…
Xue Wangxu and Liang Lian attracted the vitality of heaven and earth like moving mountains. I don't know how many practitioners in Changling attracted the attention. Most of them wanted to see the duel of practitioners above the seventh realm with their own eyes. However, those who didn't know beforehand Few practitioners of love can run as fast as Ye Celeng.
Many people even just determined the approximate location of the battle on the battlefield, and the battle was over.
A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe was walking along the winter forest by the river towards the camp of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army. At this moment, he could no longer feel the violent fluctuation of the vitality of the world, and felt that even the whistling of the wind and snow seemed calm. After coming down, the middle-aged scribe stopped and couldn't help sighing softly.
Five years ago, he was already a top-rank cultivator of the Sixth Realm, but five years later, he was standing still, unable to feel the mystery of moving the mountain realm at all.
Today, he felt the vitality of heaven and earth passing through the sky like a giant mountain, and he felt something in his heart. He thought that if he could feel the all-out fighting among the practitioners of the seventh realm up close, he might be able to get a chance to break through the realm.
However, this opportunity was fleeting.
Even though they had chosen the straightest route, they were still far away from the barracks, and the battle there was already over.
In Changling, perhaps there is still hope to see the simple exchanges or sword discussions of practitioners above the seventh realm, but how many years will it take to see this kind of real fighting
"Are you sorry? It's a pity that this is life. Even if there is such a battle, you are not there, and you will lose your life because of it."
At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the winter forest beside him.
Hearing such a voice, the middle-aged scribe suddenly felt extremely vigilant and ominous.
He intuitively felt that this vocal cultivator seemed to have stayed in this winter forest long ago, but he hadn't felt the existence of this person at all before.
A woman slowly appeared in his sight.
Her figure lingered in the wind and snow, and what made him even more uneasy was that the scenery that was also caught in the wind and snow could barely be seen clearly, but everything around her could not be seen clearly at all.
"who are you?"
Thinking carefully that it is impossible for him to have such an enemy, especially such a woman whose cultivation base is obviously higher than his own, the middle-aged scribe with a white face added in surprise, "Did you admit it wrong?" people?"
"Aren't you Nangong Shang? One of the disciples of the Bashan Sword Field Sword Library?" The woman's cold voice sounded again.
The middle-aged scribe seemed to be bitten by a snake suddenly, his face became extremely white, his whole body shrank back unconsciously, his throat seemed to be pinched, and he made an unbelievable voice, "You Is it the remnants of Bashan Sword Field?"
The woman lingering in the wind and snow confirmed his identity, she didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with him at all, she just said five words coldly and very simply: "No, Wuyang Dan."
"no?"
Nangong Shang was stunned, he looked at the woman's figure incomprehensibly, and repeated: "Wuyang Dan?"
The woman was displeased and said coldly: "I want Wuyang Dan Dan Fang."
"Wuyang Dan Dan Fang?" Nan Gongshang couldn't understand more and more, "Just want such a Dan Fang?"
The woman said, "You don't know?"
Nangong Shang suddenly felt the terrifying killing intent, his body was slightly stiff, and he said coldly: "My Nangong family has such a pill, but it is not on me, and this kind of pill is one of the many kinds of pills in my Nangong family. Kind of, and I don’t use it on weekdays, so how could I remember it clearly.”
The woman seemed to know that he would answer in this way, as if reciting, she spoke quickly: "Tell me where Danfang is in your home, if you tell a lie, I will kill everyone in your family. I know you She is a filial son who takes good care of the old mother at home, I think you don't want to see her body separated."
Nangongshang suddenly became angry, and said sharply: "Who are you! Even if you are those people who are rebellious, this is Changling. Today, it is far away from the Hulang Beijun camp. I don't know how many practitioners there are." I don’t know how many big people are inside. Even if you can kill me, I don’t believe that you can escape after the battle between me and you.”
The woman lingering in the wind and snow seemed to know what he said in advance, so she didn't pause for a moment, and said coldly: "Killing you here, there is no need to attract their attention."
With the sound of her words, a strange chill suddenly filled the wind and snow in the winter forest.
Nangong Shang looked up in shock.
He saw that the snow outside was still falling slowly, without any change at all.
However, all the falling snow, when it was a few meters away from him and the woman's head, deposited as if it had fallen on the ground, and it accumulated thicker and thicker, forming a snow curtain.
The entire winter forest is covered by this strange snow curtain, like a unique world.
Not only the wind and snow outside can't get in at all, even the vitality of heaven and earth can't get in or out.
This is a unique magic circle, a magic circle waiting for him to enter.
Nangong Shang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still had his last hope.
He laughed sharply: "A very strong magic circle... but the vitality of heaven and earth cannot enter, so what if you are a practitioner in the mountain-moving realm, I have reached the top-rank of the sixth realm, how can you defeat me so quickly?"
The wind and snow outside the woman suddenly disappeared.
Nangong Shang's stern laughter stopped suddenly, he felt that the space in front of him seemed to light up, and what appeared in his line of sight was an extremely beautiful face.
However, at this moment, a deep blue flame appeared in the hand of this too beautiful woman.
His breathing stopped suddenly.
With just a little breath, he felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, and he felt that he couldn't match it at all.
The faint blue flame became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a blue-black color.
"Nine Nether Hades Sword!"
Seeing the final color of the opponent's natal sword, and seeing countless azure blue ice sands suddenly floating in the air, Nangong Shang was completely lost and howled like seeing a ghost.