Rumble!

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

The mountain gate that carried the glory of Sword Valley for decades collapsed, and the powder that exploded everywhere rose and fell in the face of the mountain wind rising from the sky.

The sky has long since darkened.

Even if the sun is rising, it is still difficult to sweep away the turbid scene inside Sword Valley.

Half a mile away, there was Ning Chen, who was dressed in a python robe and gradually ascended.

Although the people have not officially stepped into the Sword Valley Mountain Gate, the rolling killing aura still makes everyone feel uneasy.

It's like the end of the world.

In normal times, outside the thousand-layer stairs under the mountain gate, there is an endless stream of peddlers and pawns.

Occasionally, the disciples of Sword Valley would walk down the mountain.

Now, because of this sudden accident, there are no ordinary residents who dare to continue to stay in this area.

At least until this turmoil is completely over.

However, judging from the current situation, whether Sword Valley can be preserved in good condition after this catastrophe has to be said.

The building was empty, the four fields were silent, and at the end of the empty steps, only the last gray-haired old man remained.

The old man couldn't tell the specific age, and his facial features were so ordinary that they were featureless.

He was clasping his hands around and squatting on the ground, staring at the ground as the dust gradually rose, in a daze.

The trousers are rolled up on both sides, and the feet are clothed shoes.

It seems that they have just returned from the mud, and the old cloth shoes are still stained with yellow mud that has not yet solidified.

Halfway through, he seemed to feel too tired from squatting on the ground, so he just sat there, still staring intently at the ground.

If it weren't for the early days.

The hazy sky was still cast by the morning light, and passers-by might guess at first glance that it was a solidified sculpture or an ugly stone.

Not really.

The old man with an ordinary appearance not only shook his head like a pedantic master, but even chewed the words and sighed loudly.

Ning Chen passed through this place, and felt a little interesting.

Regardless of his identity and luxurious clothes, he clasped his hands and squatted next to the old man, smiling rather than smiling.

This ordinary old man, who was a little abnormal, was still staring intently at the ground.

Ning Chen saw it, the reason why this old man was so engrossed was that he was looking at a group of moving ants, looking up at the gloomy sky, and estimating that there would be an autumn rain soon.

The autumn rain is coming, and the ants are moving.

It's just the most ordinary picture in the world, but this old man sees it with relish.

In the face of the appearance of the uninvited guest Ning Chen, he didn't even react at all.

The old man didn't squeak, and Ning Chen didn't leave.

One sit and one squat.

One high and one down.

Left and right side by side.

The top and bottom of the Qiushui Sword Valley Sect are full of unwillingness and dying and struggling to wait for this young prince to ask the master for his guilt.

I thought that I would soon face a bloody storm.

But, as time passed, it seemed as if everything had calmed down.

This strange situation, just like the cold season of spring, the thunder sounds like a huge wave, and at the end of the moment it falls silently, and since then the folk have the popular saying that the thunder is loud and the rain is small.

The current situation is similar.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in Qiushui Sword Valley.

In fact, the sect, except for Hao Shaoqing, also knew about it, and some of the remaining elders also knew about it.

The reason why Ning Hetu stopped was because he encountered the last and strongest layer of defense.

The great sage of the world in Sword Valley appeared.

After a long time, Ning Chen moved his posture slowly, his eyes fell, and he began to look at the moving ants with the old man, which seemed to have their own interests and had nothing to do with each other.

Eventually, the ordinary old man spoke, and he asked, "Young man, are you guarding the door?" ”

Hoarseness.

It seems that he hasn't spoken for decades, and his speech is much slower, and he is a little jerky and stiff.

Ning Chen squinted, shook his head and said, "I can't see it." ”

"Secretly, I didn't see anything."

The old man grinned, his posture was flattering, and he looked like a three- or five-year-old child, revealing a pure and heartless appearance.

Ning Chen put his hands on his cheeks and said lightly, "Just now I thought that my predecessors were going to tell this king that all living beings are like ants, and I am one of them?" ”

The old man's expression was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face disappeared one by one at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Ning Chen continued, "May I ask the senior surname? ”

"Shi Zhixuan." The old man said.

"Shi Zhixuan?"

Ning Chen chewed carefully, then cocked his thumb and praised, "Good name." ”

This old man, whose real name is Shi Zhixuan, did not show a happy expression because of Ning Chen's praise, but frowned, and said a side word, "Can you raise your noble hand?" ”

Ning Chen held his cheek with one hand and shook his head, "The battlefield respects me as the king, this river and lake, naturally we must recognize this king as the leader of the world, even so, I should uphold the principle that those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me die." ”

"Qiushui Sword Valley, don't stay."

Not to stay.

The last three words are sonorous and powerful, and the tone is decisive.

Shi Zhixuan sighed, and his eyes began to look up at the sky, "I have lived for one hundred and twenty years, and I have been invincible all over the world for half my life, even if I have been in retreat for sixty years, but I ......"

Ning Chen pursed his lips and diverted the topic, "You are really a thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, and my master can only be regarded as a small character when he comes to you, powerful, powerful." ”

Shi Zhixuan didn't seem to be used to Ning Chen's jokes, scratched his ears, and looked hesitant.

Ning Chen stood up, shaking his muscles and bones while joking, "Each for his own master, each seeking life and death, since you can't get around this fate, you can only fight." ”

"The old man likes your cheerfulness very much."

Shi Zhixuan followed and got up, rubbing his hands together for an instant, and his temperament changed abruptly.

Gradually, a pair of eyes flashed with fierce fighting intent.

Ning Chen took two steps back, facing Shi Zhixuan, and then bowed deeply, "Senior Shi, regarding Sword Valley, this king must be destroyed, so ......"

"I'm sure."

Ning Chen hummed, "Then, this king can only kill the saint!" ”

Rumble!

Ning Chen clasped his hands and grabbed it in the air.

Shi Zhixuan's body, which was originally a little rickety, instantly straightened up like a javelin, and then his body reflexively jumped towards the rear.

It's as fast as a dragonfly in water.

Ning Chen's spread five fingers, from his palm into a fist, quickly bombarded towards Shi Zhixuan's chest.

Masters often do not rely on physical brute force.

For example, after these two great sages made moves one after another, a twenty-three-story pavilion in Sword Valley exploded in the air, and that terrifying influence had already made the void tremble.

"After this fight, even if Sword Valley can survive it, the address of the sect will be destroyed."

“……”

Sure enough, the two sides made fifteen moves.

Ning Chen hammered over with a single fist.

Shi Zhixuan fell in response and fell behind the Sword Valley Mountain Gate on the spot.

For a while, the Sword Valley was full of doors, and it was silent.