Chapter 90 The Devil and the Sword God

This is a thick black fog covering dozens of steps. Just looking at it makes people want to vomit. Just looking at it seems to be able to "see" the fishy smell. This is a powerful demon, a fierce demon.

Ning Xiaofeng! Get out of here! In those years, you fought me and almost lost my soul, which made my cultivation plummet. I had to practice hard here for thousands of years, and my strength was far inferior to that of the heyday! Today, our grudges end here!" The venerable's hysterical roar can be seen that even after thousands of years have passed, his resentment against Ning Xiaofeng has not weakened at all.

Lin He has seen this name. In the name of the masters of Shushan, if he is just looking at the demons killed, he is far worse than Luo Changfeng, and he can't even see anything special. But now Lin He understands that people like Ning Xiaofeng may not say many things after he finishes. This is a master, silently exorcism, but it makes people ignore his light.

But why call Ning Xiaofeng here? Is Ning Xiaofeng also living in this world? Lin He strangely thought that a buzzing sound came from the body of the sword, and the familiar sense of war burst out again, like a torrent of mountains!

"White Bone, I haven't seen you for a long time." Lin He's expression suddenly became indifferent, and the brilliance wrapped in his eyes became very indifferent. "His" breath completely transformed in an instant. He is not Lin He now, but Ning Xiaofeng, who came out of the two swords of Optimus Prime, temporarily borrowed Lin He's body.

"What's wrong with Lin He!" Noticing the strangeness of Lin He, Jing Liyan hurriedly wanted to look forward, but he didn't expect that "Lin He" just waved his hand to Jing Liyan and unconsciously fixed it in place and couldn't move at all.

"It's too dangerous here. You can stay for a while. When I solve it, he will help you lift the ban. White Bone, I wanted to kill you back then, but my brother wouldn't let me, saying that the time has not come. Now that you and I meet, the time must have come. I think there will be an understanding between us this year. Lin He, no, it should be Ning Xiaofeng. He said coldly that his whole body is like an iceberg, always revealing the message of strangers.

"Of course! The feud between us has come to an end. You have destroyed my body, and your brother has escorted my demon baby into the demon tower for a thousand years! My cultivation has returned to the late stage of my mind! It's all thanks to you! There is no elixir, no aura, only a lot of messy magic. It's thanks to your brothers that I have come to this day step by step! I'm going to get all this back today!"

As soon as the White Bone Vener finished speaking, he saw two huge white bone palms flying out of the black fog, and the ferocious dancing huge white bone palms seemed to break a hill with one palm. This is the unique skill that the White Bone Venerable relied on to become famous in those years. The palm of the white bone of the mountain was cracked. This palm is strong, and it really reached the point of destroying a small mountain with one palm. And it is not disturbed by ordinary spells and magic weapons, and its strength is rare.

Ning Xiaofeng sneered and looked disdainfully at the huge white bone palm coming. For a thousand years, you are still as cowardly as before. You use these clichéd tricks without any progress. Eight hundred miles of fire!" Ning Xiaofeng is worthy of being known as the first genius of Shushan. He issued the magic of the polar sun with the sword of extreme cold, but his power was not compromised.

"Ah!" The White Bone Vener's out-of-body hit with all his strength, but in exchange for his own scream. The two white bone palms persisted for less than two breaths under Ning Xiaofeng's burning operation and turned into nothingness. The palm of the white bone was destroyed, and Zhenyuan was violently counterattacked. Fortunately, it was suppressed in time, otherwise it would not be a big deal.

Ning Xiaofeng looked at the white bone indifferently. At the same level of magic cultivation as the other party, he could not enter his eyes at all. He is the real sword god, the sword god of Shushan stronger than Luo Changfeng! Unfortunately, everything has become a passing cloud, and the false reputation is nothing but a floating cloud. Feeling the sudden drop of Zhenyuan in his body, Ning Xiaofeng's eyebrows moved faintly.

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"Forget that his cultivation is only in the early stage of Yuanying. Such strong spells are really not suitable for him. Let's win with a sword! I don't know when I will wake up from this deep sleep. Maybe this white bone venerable can surprise me unexpectedly!" When the White Bone Venerable was busy adjusting his breathing and recovering, Ning Xiaofeng did not launch a raid, waiting for the faint blue flame to ignite behind the White Bone Vener, and Ning Xiaofeng moved.

Blue flame, the souls of the monks below the Yuanying period will be scattered. If the monks in the Yuanying period do not have an interested magic weapon or special skills to protect them, they will not be able to walk for several rounds under the fierce erosion of the blue flame. At that time, the White Bone Venerity accidentally found a fairy cave in a mountain forest. This blue flame is the powerful spell left in the cave.

"Without the body, it's not good to take risks with this boy's body. It's rare to wake up once but shrink your hands and feet. What a coward!" Ning Xiaofeng said to himself with hatred that he did not use Zhenyuan to urge magic, but used swordsmanship to fight against demon xiao! The body is light, and a few steps away from the active and wide-covered blue flame. Who knew that the blue flame was like a ghost, but it didn't hit it but came back.

"Ji Jie, I was almost dispersed by your brothers before I had time to use this move! Today, you are the only one who has lost your body and can only cling to a hairy boy in his infancy. Let me see how you can avoid it!" The last killing move of the White Bone is this mysterious blue flame. Even if Lin He refines his body and is full of vitality, if he can't solve the white bone venerable as soon as possible and continue to be eroded by the faint blue flame, he will end up in a quarter of an hour at most.

"This skill is weird. It seems that Baigu has not been too good over the years. I have understood some eye-catching spells, so I will have fun with you." At this moment, Ning Xiaofeng is not like a swordsman, but more like a dancer and a light dancer. Every step is so wonderful and can properly avoid the blue flames. In this dangerous situation at this moment, this picture looks extremely strange.

"Hmm! Ning Xiaofeng's steps are fast enough! Enough for me to burn him!" The white bone master shouted loudly, and the blue flame suddenly rose by a few meters, almost covering Ning Xiaofeng into it. The white bone venerable who has consumed a lot of real yuan has decided to fight! It can be seen that Ning Xiaofeng's strength has not been fully used. If Zhenyuan dries up and the other party suddenly launches a fatal blow, the white boner asked himself that he could not escape. Although he said something about Ning Xiaofeng, the World War I did leave a deep shadow in the hearts of the White Bones.

At the moment when the blue flame soared, Ning Xiaofeng smiled very brightly and was extremely happy, as if the child saw the delicious candy and the sheep saw the delicious tender grass. Ningchuan! This is the time to defeat the enemy!" Qingtian's two swords sensed the breath of the old master. The blue light was great, and countless ice cones dispersed from the body of the sword, wrapping the blue flame that had not yet been fully formed in a fan.

"Reversal!" The flame was wrapped in frost, which was an extremely strange scene, but this scene did not last long, because the next moment both the blue flame and the frost had turned into dust. Ning Xiaofeng's sword momentum has not diminished, and his whole body seems to have reached the point of unity with the flying sword. A person could be faintly seen under the blue light, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword, constantly switching between the person and the sword. Finally, the blue light reached the extreme, breaking through the heavy black fog hole and piercing the chest of the white bone. His magic baby wanted to escape at that moment, but only received the chill brought by the sword. After solidifying into ice, the demon baby completely lost its vitality with the destruction of the body.

Consciousness began to blur, and Ning Xiaofeng couldn't help smiling bitterly. I'm going to start to sleep again. It's up to you in the future. I can't stand up every time at a critical moment. With the dissipation of Ning Xiaofeng's consciousness, Lin He collapsed to the ground. The fierce pain of hitting the ground made Lin He suddenly wake up.

On that side, Jing Liyan could resume his action, and he trotted to Lin He's side. Are you all right? Just now, you were like a different person. Your tone, eyes and manners have all changed, and you have set me there. With that, Jing Liyan pointed to the place where he had just been fixed, with a depressed face.

"Me?" Lin He pointed to himself and asked incredulously. Just now, he was like a dream, watching a wonderful martial arts drama, an unknown swordsman fighting against the notorious demon. At the beginning, the master of swordsmanship always occupied the passive, but at the critical moment, he seized the opportunity to break through the enemy and kill the devil with one sword. Lin He was very happy.

"It's you. You killed the demon in the black fog with your own hands. At first, you were always beaten by his blue flame, but at the critical moment, you didn't know what you could do to freeze all his flames and then smash them. Then the sword kept stopping, and the magnificent sword swept through the whole sixth floor like an unstoppable torrent, and I felt the earth trembling slightly. Jing Liyan said excitedly that he did not know that Lin He was possessed by Ning Xiaofeng, and only said that Lin He's potential killer mace played a role at the critical moment.

The Zhenyuan in his body was empty, and he looked at the white bone venerable who had been dead for a long time. Lin He had no clue in his heart. He knew very well that his cultivation was not enough for this demon, but after a dreamlike blurred consciousness, he actually killed the devil? Lin He seemed to remember something when he raised his eyebrows. The blue light on the sword body of Qingtian Liangyi was much lighter, and it seemed that he had just consumed too much strength.

"Ning Xiaofeng." Lin He lowered his head and said to himself that the name had been deeply branded in his heart.