The red sun is about to sink to the horizon, and the ground at the foot of the mountain is already night, but there is still a trace of sunset in the ruins on the top of the mountain.

Four figures stood in the square in front of the ancient sect. After a brief conversation, a sense of solemnity gradually emerged in the air.

Zuo Lingquan held the Xuanming Sword in his hand and pointed at the ground with his eyes locked at the old man in a gorgeous costume under the steps. He did not go forward directly because his intuition told him that the last inheritor of this ancient sect was definitely not as old as he looked.

Since the ancient inheritance of the Shenhao Sect, no matter how much the foundation accumulated over thousands of years has been lost, some of it remains on the inheritors; how could the sect that was once ranked on the top of the mountain in Yuyao Prefecture have little real material?

The fact was just as Zuo Lingquan thought. Han Ning, who was standing under the steps, finished speaking, looked back at the main hall of the sect behind him, then untied the sect leader's robe, revealing his thin upper body.

Han Ning's skin looks old, and you can see many folds, which makes you feel skinny and weak.

But as Han Ning spread his arms, the flesh and blood on his body began to change. It seemed that something was released in his body, quickly supporting the loose flesh and turning into strong muscles. The skin also became visible to the naked eye and became young, with a faint tortoise shell pattern appearing on the surface. With the naked eye alone, you can feel the surging power hidden under the body.

Shangguan Lingye is not a cultivator, so how could he stand there and wait for his opponent to return to his fullest state? While Han Ning's momentum was rising, he raised his hands and a golden formation appeared on the ground. A downward explosion appeared out of thin air, crushing the snow in the square.

boom

Under the impact of the air waves, the snow in the huge square appeared with Han Ning as the center of the circle, revealing the old stone bricks below, but Han Ning was not affected and his momentum quickly reached its peak.

Xie Qiutao, who was standing behind him, saw Han Ning's way and said anxiously:

"This is the ancient secret technique of the 'Divine Sect'. It uses bloodline as the guide to stimulate the power of Xuanwu. Those with strong bloodlines can become a demigod body, not afraid of all the world's laws, and magic cannot limit him."

The reason why Xie Qiutao could understand it was because she could do this, and she could even see that the magical powers Han Ning used were similar to what she learned from her family and must be of the same origin. She couldn't help but feel surprised.

In a flash, Han Ning's body had turned into a middle-aged man, two feet tall, as strong as a god in the heavenly court, with his hair and beard floating and powerful. He looked at Xie Qiutao:

"Miss is very experienced. However, my bloodline in my body originated from the lord of the northern part of Yuyaozhou, not Xuanwu. Although the bloodline is thin, it is difficult to reproduce the great powers of the ancestor who is comparable to a god, but it is enough to deal with you."

This is the first time Xie Qiutao has met a "members among the people". Seeing that the other party is so crazy, she hung the iron pipa on her back, putting out an ancient boxing stance one after another, and trembling her whole body slightly.

boom

With a slight muffled sound, the stone bricks where Xie Qiutao stood showed a spider-web-like cracked road.

Zuo Lingquan took a step aside. In a blink of an eye, Xie Qiutao's body giggled, as if the bones in his body were moving, and the white hands showed scales and armor patterns, which were completely different from the tortoise shell patterns on the surface of Han Ning's body, and were clearer, as if a set of armor condensed on the surface of his skin.

Xie Qiutao is a girl, so he naturally cannot wear clothes like Han Ning. However, judging from the skin on his neck, his whole body is protected by armor, and the biggest change is his face.

In the past, Xie Qiutao had been covering her face for the convenience of wandering around, and there were some freckles on her face.

At this time, the talented magical power was fully demonstrated, and the disguise on the cheeks was dispersed and returned to its original fairness. Although the face had not changed, its temperament was turned upside down. The broken skin and the imposing eyes instantly turned the original girl next door into the junior sister of the Nei Sect, with a more eccentric fairy aura.

As the bloodline was fully stimulated, Xie Qiutao's momentum also rose step by step. At the end, a black airflow appeared around her body, like a swimming snake, hovering around her body.

Han Ning saw this scene and could not hide his surprise. He subconsciously looked east and wanted to say something, but when he said something, it turned into:

"The descendants of the Xie family of Xuanwutai really didn't expect... Your ancestors were once a family friend, and there were many interactions with each other. I didn't expect that thousands of years later, the sect was already empty, and our descendants could still gather together."

Xie Qiutao clenched his fists with both hands, and had nowhere to vent his strength, and his words began to become arrogant:

"I have no friendship with you, the evil heretic. You have forgotten all the things left by our ancestors. You are also embarrassed to regard yourself as the inheritor and die!"

Boom

Xie Qiutao stepped on the ground with his feet, and his whole body turned into a tiger with its reins. He held the pipa in reverse with his hands, and hit Han Ning's face like a hammer.

Although Xie Qiutao's speed was not much faster than before, he was extremely strong. After stepping on it, he directly stepped on the floor tiles into a pit several meters in a radius.

Zuo Lingquan thought Han Ning would avoid it and attack his flank at the same time, but what he didn't expect was that Han Ning did not avoid it at all when facing a blow that could shake the city wall. He stood there and took Xie Qiutao and a pipa with his face.

Dong

The black pipa was in the dark face of Han Ning.

The head is the most important life gate for monks. Xie Qiutao's cultivation level is half a step, and with bloodline blessing, he hits the front face with all his strength, and Shangguan Lingye may not be able to bear it.

Han Ning Daoxing and Shangguan Lingye were on par. If he used his face to answer, he would definitely be seriously injured in normal circumstances.

But what made the few people incredible was that the iron pipa hit Han Ning's face and was actually bounced away directly.

Under the huge force, Han Ning, who was floating and floating, slid back several steps, smashing the steps behind him, but his body did not fall down, and there was no scar on his face.

After Han Ning stopped, he took a step forward, with a little contempt in his eyes:

"You are good at musical techniques on Xuanwutai. The 'Shenmen' was taught to your ancestors by my Shenhao Sect. No matter how thin my bloodline is, I am also the inheritor of the orthodox art of this technique. How could you, your disciple, break the defense."

Xie Qiutao couldn't beat the other party, and still did not show weakness:

"You can break my defense."

Zuo Lingquan did not have a meaningless verbal dispute. Seeing Han Ning so crazy, he spoke;

"Do you dare to take my sword?"

Han Ning spread his arms, his eyes full of pride:

"Sword Yidao claims to be 'the sword in the same realm and breaks all the methods' because he has never encountered the 'shen gate' of my Shenhao Sect. The meaning of the 'shen gate' is the gate of the divine realm. All the methods cannot be broken. As long as this god stands in front of the door, you ordinary people and ordinary people use thousands of magical powers, what can you do to me?"

Zuo Lingquan narrowed his eyes slightly, first put his sword in the sheath, and put his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

It was also at this moment that the square in front of the hall fell into a moment of dead silence.

Han Ning stood under the steps, his muscles were towering and his hair was floating, just like a divine general standing outside the Heavenly Palace to guard the gods, with unparalleled pride in his eyes. This arrogance came from the glory that Shenhao Sect had lasted for thousands of years.

Shangguan Lingye noticed the strength of this person's body, and was afraid that Han Ning would deliberately take a sturdy attitude, so he secretly used a trick, and wanted to remind Zuo Lingquan to be careful, but before she could speak, the sword light had already lit up from the top of the mountain.

Sao

I didn't see how Xuanming Sword was unsheathed. Zuo Lingquan, who was still in front of him, had already arrived in front of Han Ning.

The Xuanming Sword is still sharp as a new one for countless years. The ancient sword body has no breath, just like an ordinary iron sword in the world, pointing to Han Ning's eyebrows.

Zuo Lingquan only wanted to be fast to the extreme when practicing swords. He was unreserved at this moment, and even when Shangguan Lingye was so fast that he could only see a line of afterimages.

When Shangguan Lingye's eyes moved to Han Ning, a crisp sound of "click" sounded in the square, as if something had cracks.

Boom

A loud noise came.

When he contacted the Xuanming Sword between Han Ning's eyebrows, he still did not expose any breath.

But the steps behind Han Ning and the three-story palace pavilion that had been sleeping for thousands of years on the top of the snow-capped mountain, a groove appeared from the middle.

The two black sword energy that could hardly distinguish between the front and back were like a mad dragon going out to sea, tearing the steps apart until they touched the third floor of the main hall, and exploded, shattering the towering palace pavilion and the old ancestor statue inside, revealing the red sun that was about to sink to the horizon behind.

Han Ning spread his arms out, his eyes still had a proud look, and his eyes were still on the black-robed swordsman in front of him.

After a while, I maintained this position and slowly fell backwards and fell on the broken steps.

thump

The square in front of the hall was silent.

“…”

Zuo Lingquan held a sword in his hand, blinked his eyes, and was silent for a moment before looking back at Xie Qiutao:

"Well... I saw that, breaking ten thousand methods with one sword means breaking ten thousand methods with one sword. In the future, you can't learn from him to use his head to catch the sword."

Xie Qiutao grew up with her mouth, her eyes were full of disbelief and she didn't say anything.

Shangguan Lingye shook his head and sighed:

"The ideas of evil and heretics cannot be understood by common sense... they are all talents."

In a corner of the square, Lu Tong, who was still under the prison dragon formation, was shocked to see this scene. After reacting, he cursed:

"You have shit in your head? You really dare to use your head to pick up 'Jianyi'? What should I do if you die..."

In fact, it cannot be said that Han Ning has shit in his head.

Han Ning's magical powers are the same as Xie Qiutao, which is to resist the beating with thick skin; his realm is higher than Zuo Lingquan, and according to the theory of "one sword in the same realm to break all methods", he can also take Zuo Lingquan's sword head-on.

Han Ning wanted to show his ancestor's mighty pride of never breaking his magic back then, and he didn't hide, but he didn't know that Zuo Lingquan was holding an immortal sword and not using Jianyi.

Although Han Ning has done everything he should do, and the purpose of diverting his attention and delaying time is not considered a miserable life or a strange thing to die.

After Zuo Lingquan was speechless for a moment, he looked at Lu Tong, who was scolding his teammates:

“Where are the others?”

Lu Tong was just an abandoned child, shook his head in fear:

"I'm just an errand runner, I don't know anything..."

Snap

The sword light flashed and cut off the words.

Zuo Lingquan put away his sword and took out Linglong Pavilion on the two of them:

"The Youying alien race wants to steal the power of the gods. These two are just delaying the time. As soon as we show up, the people behind the scenes must have begun to close the Internet. How can we stop it?"

Shangguan Lingye didn't know where the person behind the scenes was acting like a monster, so he couldn't go over and stop it in time. While thinking about countermeasures, his eyes suddenly looked at the sky.

The sun has completely set, the sky turns into a long night, and the sea of ​​stars is within reach.

Under the starry sky, you can vaguely see dark light, gathering from all directions to the Xuefeng Mountains, like gorgeous aurora.

Han Ning, who was lying on the ground, began to float out of his body and gathered towards the sky.

Zuo Lingquan and Shangguan Lingye realized something was wrong. When they raised their eyes to observe, Xie Qiutao next to them suddenly groaned and covered their foreheads with their hands.
To be continued...