Hei Wuxie woke up faintly, his whole body hurt so much that he couldn't move.

"woke up?"

A strange voice sounded.

"who?"

Hei Wuxie wanted to get up and check, but found that his body was extremely weak!

"It's me, Ning Tun."

"Brother Ning." Only then did Hei Wuxie think of this outsider.

"Brother Ning, I'm so ashamed." Hei Wuxie's voice was hoarse: "We really encountered a terrifying storm. How did you know there was a storm at that location?"

Ning Cheng smiled and did not answer.

"I have had a very keen sixth sense since I was a child." Ning Cheng said.

"By the way, junior sister and the others!" Hei Wuxie regained his clarity and immediately looked for other members of the Black and White Sword Sect. He looked around in vain, except for himself, the rest of the people disappeared.

"They are all dead." Ning Cheng said: "This wind and rain formation is really terrifying. If you hadn't used your sword to resist the cold air at the last moment, I'm afraid you would have become an ice sculpture by now."

Hei Wuxie suppressed his sadness: "Brother Ning, thank you very much for saving me. This is a very important matter. Can you take me back to the Black and White Sword Sect?"

Ning Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to introduce me to this competition."

The purpose of Ning Cheng's coming to Liangjie Mountain was to find the way of swordsmanship. Through the jade pendant given by Bai Pao, Ning Cheng could also feel that the way of swordsmanship was in Liangjie Mountain at this time.

The purpose of his coming here is probably Dabi.

Ning Cheng wanted to observe Sword Dao from the side to see if he really had the shadow of the legendary Sword Master on his body!

Ning Cheng actually didn't know what the sword master's shadow was, he just heard Bai Pao talk about it.

But he also wanted to experience it himself.

What kind of grace is the reincarnation of a supreme being?

Ning Cheng carried Hei Wuxie on his back and rushed into the wind and snow. He did not show his strength, but he always managed to avoid the center of the storm every time he moved.

"Brother Ning, aren't you going to the same old road just now?" Hei Wuxie said worriedly on his shoulder: "Didn't you say that location is very dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous now. This storm array will change its position."

"Changing positions?" Hei Wuxie had never heard of such a thing. He had never heard of Fengyu Zhen changing positions.

In the past, the aborigines of the Two Realms Mountains judged the location of the formation based on experience.

That's why there is such a saying as old road and dangerous road.

Just as Ning Cheng said, after he entered the old road, the smell of wind and snow and the sudden drop in temperature disappeared a lot. There was only thick snow on the road. Every step Ning Cheng took was very light and would not even leave any trace in the snow.

Too many marks.

"Brother Ning, can you wait for me for a while?" Hei Wuxie said, "I want to see if there is a chance to bring back the bodies of Junior Sister and the others."

Ning Cheng did not stop and said: "It's difficult. The ice and snow energy combined with the wind tornado just now can not only freeze the warrior's body into an ice sculpture, but may have been blown into pieces."

When Hei Wuxie imagined that scene, his face turned pale and regretful.

He gritted his teeth: "If I had listened to you earlier, the tragedy would not have happened!"

Ning Cheng did not answer.

Even if Hei Wuxie is given a hundred choices, he will still follow experience and will not easily trust a foreigner.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, the soft snow gradually became stiff, and the snow underfoot turned into a thick layer of ice, somewhat silky. Ning Cheng put down Hei Wuxie.

There are a lot of warriors from different sword sects around, and you can tell by the clothes they wear, most of them have young faces.

"Brother Hei! Did you also successfully break through the storm formation?" A bald, sturdy man carrying a big sword walked up to Hei Wuxie and said, "Today's formation is so weird that it actually appeared on the old road.

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Hei Wuxie said: "Wang Yan, has this happened to you too?"

Wang Yan scratched his head with lingering fear; "We went in a little later and evacuated immediately when we felt something was wrong. I heard that the people from Xuanyue Sword Sect who entered first were all wiped out. It's a pity. They should have been here

A very good contender.”

When Hei Wuxie heard the news about the casualties, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid the casualties are more than these. I am the only one from the Black and White Sword Sect who will survive."

"What?" Wang Yan's expression suddenly changed and he looked behind Hei Wuxie: "Where are the junior sisters and the others?"

Hei Wuxie did not answer.

"Hey! Something so unbelievable happened before Dabi, I'm afraid the top management of the Two Realms Mountains will be dispatched."

A few people walked towards the Black and White Sword Sect while chatting. Ning Cheng just followed behind silently without saying a word.

From time to time, there will be a trace of the true God's breath in the sky, which is very dense, and the sound never disappears.

Ning Cheng also noticed a few supreme auras. These sword cultivators had their own dazzling sword auras, and they did not look like beings to be trifled with.

Under the leadership of Hei Wuxie, Ning Cheng successfully entered the Black and White Sword Sect halfway up the mountain.

This sect was established in the center of Liangjie Mountain. The scenery is beautiful, like a kingdom of ice and snow. In front of the huge sect, there is a long sword about ten thousand feet in size. The hilt and half of the sword body are pure white, and below it is

black.

More like a yin-yang sword.

If you sniff carefully, you can still smell a vague smell of blood coming from underneath the huge sword.

This black color seems a little unusual.

Hei Wuxie saw Ning Cheng's eyes staring at the long sword sculpture and explained, "This Yin Yang Sword is the origin of the name of my Black and White Sword Sect. I heard that the ancestor of our sect, the Black and White Sword God, used this sword to kill evil spirits!"

"The filth of the evil blood was stained on half of the sword, causing the once white jade sword to become the black and white it is now!"

"So it's stained with the blood of evil spirits?" Ning Cheng observed carefully, and he always felt that something was wrong. The aura on the sword was obviously the aura of the familiar!

"Yes! It is a terrifying creature from ancient times. I heard it is extinct now, but this is the glory of my Black and White Sword Sect!"

Speaking of this period of history, Hei Wuxie's face was full of pride.

Ning Cheng just nodded and said nothing.

Entering the sect, most of the sword cultivators around are wearing black and white robes.

"Senior Brother Black!"

A sword cultivator in black and white robes stepped forward quickly: "I heard that something happened to the Wind and Rain Formation, are you okay?"

Hei Wuxie said solemnly: "Take me to see Master quickly."

The sword cultivator did not dare to delay, nodded and said: "Now the entire Two Realm Mountains are in chaos, and the disciples of the Sword Sect from the Fire Realm are all gloating about their misfortune!"

Hei Wuxie didn't comply, so he turned around and said to Ning Cheng: "Brother Wang, this Brother Ning is my friend and my savior. You can take him to do some activities within our sect. I'll come back later!"

Wang Yan smiled freely: "Don't worry, you can go!"

Hei Wuxie expressed his apology to Ning Cheng, and Ning Cheng naturally understood.

After Hei Wuxie left.

Wang Yan took Ning Cheng around the Black and White Sword Sect. This bald guy was also a very talkative guy, and he kept talking all the way.

The surrounding sword cultivators from different sects were discussing the situation of the storm formation this morning.

Some were thankful that they had escaped, while others were more helpless and even complained about why this happened before the competition.

"Brother Ning, are you going to appear in this competition?" Wang Yan pointed to a huge stage. Below it was a sword tomb with thousands of broken swords. The broken swords went deep into the ground, more like

It's a tomb.

"That place is the main stage. Many fierce battles take place here every year. Look at the sword tomb below. Each sword has its own owner, but they are all dead."

"I'll just be a spectator." Ning Cheng said with a smile.

"That's okay. The people who come here to watch the competition are all swordsmen. Some of them want to learn. This is also a good experience."

"Wang Dabald, why did you become a tour guide today?"

Not far away, several sword practitioners from different sects came over on their own initiative.

"This is Hei Wuxie's friend. I heard that he saved him in the storm!" Wang Yan introduced these people to Ning Cheng with a smile:

"This is the cold arrow of the Xuanjian Sect, and this is Li Yuntian of the Twin Swords, and"

After a brief introduction, these people were not very interested in Ning Cheng and just wanted to be polite.

Ning Cheng didn't even have a sword on him.

In their view, as a swordsman, the sword never leaves the body.

Holding it in your hand and moving with your heart is the greatest respect for the long sword. This is also the rest that every sword cultivator should have.

Eat with the sword, sleep with the sword, and nourish the sword with people, only then can you achieve the point where people and swords become one.

"Brother Wang Yan, I'll take a look around first, and you can cheer up for the game."

"Okay, if anything happens, call me anytime." Wang Yan also wanted to chat with a familiar friend about the details of the game.
To be continued...