The strongest ultimate soldier

Chapter 4008 3808: Black and White Sword Sect

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

"woke up?"

An unfamiliar voice sounded.

"Who?"

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

"It's me, Ning Tun."

"Brother Ning." Hei Wuxie remembered this stranger.

"Brother Ning, I'm ashamed." Hei Wuxie's voice was hoarse: "We really encountered a terrible 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 Sisters and the others!" Hei Wuxie regained his clarity, and immediately searched for other members of the Black and White Sword Sect, looking 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 indeed terrifying. If you hadn't used your sword to resist the cold air at the last moment, you might have become an ice sculpture now."

Hei Wuxie suppressed his sorrow: "Brother Ning, thank you very much for saving me. The matter is very important at this time. Can you take me back to the Black and White Sword Sect?"

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

The purpose of Ning Cheng coming to Liangjie Mountain was to find the way of swordsmanship, and through the jade pendant given by the white robe, Ning Cheng could also feel that Jiandao was in Liangjie Mountain at this time.

The purpose of his coming here is probably Dabi.

Ning Cheng wanted to observe the sword way more from the side, to see if he really had the shadow of the legendary sword master!

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

But he also wanted to experience it for himself.

What kind of demeanor is a supreme reincarnation.

Ning Cheng broke into the wind and snow with Hei Wuxie on his back, he didn't show his strength, but every time he moved in the direction he could just avoid the center of the wind and rain.

"Brother Ning, isn't it the old road you're going to?" Hei Wuxie said worriedly on his shoulder, "Didn't you say that location is very dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous now, this wind and rain array will change its position."

"Change position?" Hei Wuxie has never heard of this kind of thing, he has never heard that the wind and rain array will change position.

In the past, the aborigines of Liangjie Mountain judged the location of the formation based on experience.

That's why there are old roads and dangerous roads.

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. Too many imprints.

"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 didn't stop, and said: "It's very difficult, the ice and snow energy plus the wind tornado just now, not only can freeze the warrior's body into an ice sculpture, it may have been scraped into pieces."

Hei Wuxie imagined that scene, and his face was pale and remorseful.

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 follow his experience and will not trust a stranger easily.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, the soft snow soil gradually became stiff, and the snow under the feet turned into a thick layer of ice, a little silky, Ning Cheng let go of Hei Wuxie.

There are quite a few warriors from different sword sects around, and you can tell from the clothes they wear, they are basically young faces.

"Brother Hei! Have you also successfully broken through the wind and rain formation?" A burly man with a bald head and a big sword walked up to Hei Wuxie and said, "Today's formation is so weird that it appeared on the old road .”

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

Wang Yan scratched his head with lingering fear; "We went in a little later, and immediately evacuated when we felt something was wrong. I heard that those who went in the first Xuanyue Sword Sect were all wiped out. It's a pity. They should have been here. A very favorable contender for the second major.”

When Hei Wuxie heard the news of the casualties, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid the casualties are more than that. I am the only one of my Black and White Sword Sect to survive."

"What?" Wang Yan's complexion changed instantly, and he looked behind Hei Wuxie: "Where are the younger sisters?"

Hei Wuxie didn't answer.
"Hey! Such unimaginable things happened in Dabi before, I am afraid that the high-level officials of Liangjie Mountain will be dispatched."

While chatting with each other, several people walked towards the Black and White Sword Sect, Ning Cheng just silently followed behind without saying a word.

From time to time, there will be a breath of true god in the sky, it is very dense, and the sound has never disappeared.

Ning Cheng also noticed a few supreme auras, these sword cultivators had a glaring sword aura on their bodies, and they really didn't seem to be troublesome existences.

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

This sect was established in the center of Liangjie Mountain, with beautiful scenery, 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 of the long sword are pure white. black.

More like a yin-yang sword.

Sniffing carefully, one could still smell a bloody aura coming from under the huge long sword.

This strand of black seemed somewhat unusual.

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

"The filth of the demon's blood stained the half of the sword, causing the former white jade long sword to become black and white now!"

"So it's stained with demon blood?" Ning Cheng observed carefully, he always felt that something was wrong, the breath stained on the sword was obviously the breath of the familiar!
"Yes! It is a terrifying creature from ancient times. It is said that it is extinct now, but this is the glory of my Black and White Sword Sect!"

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

Ning Cheng just nodded and didn't speak.

Entering the sect, most of the surrounding sword cultivators are dressed in black and white Taoist robes.

"Brother Black!"

A sword cultivator in a black and white Taoist robe quickly stepped forward: "I heard that there has been a change in the wind and rain array, are you okay?"

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

The sword cultivator didn't dare to delay, nodded and said: "Now the entire Liangjie Mountain is in chaos, and those sword disciples from the Fire Realm are all gloating!"

Hei Wuxie didn't agree, turned around and said to Ning Cheng: "Brother Wang, this Brother Ning is my friend and my savior, you take him to do some activities in our sect, I'll come back later!"

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

Hei Wuxie apologized to Ning Cheng, and Ning Cheng naturally understood.

After Hei Wuxie left.

Wang Yan took Ning Cheng for a stroll around the Black and White Sword Sect. This big bald guy was also a very talkative guy, and he never stopped talking along the way.

The topics that the surrounding sword cultivators from different sects were discussing were all about the situation of the wind and rain this morning.

Some were thankful that they had escaped unharmed, some were more helpless, and even complained why this kind of thing happened before Dabi.

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

"That place is the main stage. There are many fierce battles here every year. Look at the sword mound below. Every sword has its own owner, but they are all dead."

"Just be a spectator." Ning Cheng said with a smile.

"It's okay, all the sword masters who come here to watch the competition, some of them are here to learn, this is also a good experience."

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

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

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

"This is the cold arrow from Xuanjianzong, this is Li Yuntian from Twin Swords, and"

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

Ning Cheng didn't even have a sword on his body.

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

Holding it in your hand and moving your heart at will is the greatest respect for a long sword, and this is also the rest that every sword repairer should have.

Eat with the sword, sleep with the sword, and raise the sword with people, and only then can the human and sword become one.

"Brother Wang Yan, I'll take a stroll first, so let's go for the competition."

"That's fine, call me if you have anything." Wang Yan also wanted to chat with his familiar friends about the details of the game.

After Ning Cheng left.

A sword repairer next to Wang Yan said; "What a weird guy, he doesn't even have a sword, he doesn't plan to participate in the competition, does he?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "No, he seems to be here to watch the battle."

"That's right, not everyone has the courage to stand on the Jianzhong stage."

Wang Yan shook his head. After Ning Cheng left, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure in his heart disappear. This feeling was very strange, as if it was the pressure that Ning Cheng had brought to him.

He didn't care either.

Ning Cheng wandered around the Black and White Sword Sect alone, this place is indeed a paradise for sword cultivators, those who hold swords, some get together to discuss their feelings about the sword.

Some stood alone, holding a sword with their arms around their arms, looking coldly at the direction of the stage.

In Ning Cheng's mind, Wufeng's voice appeared: "Zhi Zhi, Ning Cheng, if you take me to participate in this kind of competition, the Spirit Slaying Sword will definitely be the biggest focus of the audience!"

Ning Cheng smiled and said: "It's not necessary, I'm not a full-time swordsman, not to mention if I go to participate, then the competition will be meaningless."

Wufeng laughed loudly, and said: "That's right, these guys are all arrogant, no one will obey anyone, if you don't defeat them with swordsmanship, they will definitely not accept it."

Ning Cheng didn't speak any more, took out the jade pendant, and began to search for the way of the sword.

"Sure enough, he is also in the Black and White Sword Sect."

Ning Cheng walked in the direction of the jade pendant.

In the icy and snowy ground, a wave of heat swept through the icy air, and a warship covered in flames appeared in the sky, with a long knife flying above the flagpole!

"The guy from the Fire Realm is here!"

Almost all sword cultivators looked up at the sky, with complicated eyes, not hostile, but more of a fighting spirit.

Ning Cheng walked quietly among the crowd, he saw a person standing quietly beside the huge sword mound, staring directly at the swords buried here.

He didn't look at the stage, all his eyes were focused on the sword.

He seemed to be immersed in his own world, unable to hear the noise and quarrels around him.

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to be nothingness in his eyes.

This person was wearing a gray robe that covered his entire face, and he also had no sword in his hand, but his sharp eyebrows and star eyes were extremely bright, and he looked straight at the sword mound thoughtfully.

Ning Cheng stood behind him without making a sound.

This person is the way of the sword.

In the past few years, the way of swordsmanship has changed a lot. Even wearing a robe, he can feel his body's emaciation. From behind, he looks more like a crooked old man, making people feel less threatening.

With a shaved face, thin cheekbones, and thick stubble, Ning Cheng almost couldn't recognize him except for those energetic eyes.

Ning Cheng didn't step forward to recognize each other, but quietly stood behind Jian Dao, observing his movements.

It seems that there are only two people left in the world.

"These guys from the Sword Sect came here by spaceship!"

A voice pierced the sky!

Both Ning Cheng and Jian Dao raised their heads.

Black and white sword energy rushed into the sky from a hall, which happened to be the position of the Sword Sect warship!

On the battleship, a cold snort came out, and immediately a slash of a flaming blade collided with the black and white sword energy.

The energy ripples made everyone around unable to open their eyes.

Only the way of the sword, glanced at the traces of the battle with bright eyes, and then walked towards the sword mound.
As if all these battles had nothing to do with him.

"Hahahaha, black and white old man, I, the Domineering Sect, managed to make an appointment to participate in a competition. Is this how you welcome me?"

On the fence of the Sword Sect warship, a rough man with a sword on his shoulders and his feet on the fence let out bursts of ridicule: "I heard that many elites of your Sword Sect have suffered heavy injuries today, or this year's competition will be let Let's compare ourselves in the Fire Realm?"

"Ba Dao, what a bold tone!" In the main hall, an old man in a black and white robe held a long sword in his hand and appeared above the sky: "It's just that a few sect members died, this is a blow to my Black and White Sword Sect! If you can't bear it, what qualifications do you have to hold a competition?"

"It's so good, lest when our Domineering Sect wins, you say it's not honorable!"

"Ba Dao, don't be too arrogant!"

Another master of the Sword Sect flew across the sky: "Come down quickly, and prepare for the upcoming competition!"

"Hahahaha, I'd rather be respectful than obedient!" Ba Dao turned to the control room and said, "Land down!"

There are more and more menacing Fire Realm spaceships.

Except for Tyrannical Sword Sect, the rest of the guys who appeared on the stage had similar manners and insolent words.

The suzerain of the black and white sword sect returned to the main hall, and there were more than a dozen suzerains of the sword cultivating sect sitting here.

"Wu Xie, please tell me what happened!"

Hei Wuxie stood in the center, and said nervously, "We followed the old path, but we didn't expect that the center of the wind and rain array would shift. If I could listen to Brother Ning, this kind of thing wouldn't happen."

The head of the Black and White Sword Sect frowned and said, "Who is this Brother Ning?"

Hei Wuxie simply told everyone about Ning Cheng.

A female suzerain holding a thin sword sneered and said, "I don't believe anyone can do it!"

"Yes! The wind and rain array itself has no rules, this guy must have ghosts! Maybe he is the one who caused the changes in the wind and rain array today."

The suzerains of these sword sects at the scene were all simmering with anger.

Before the big competition even started, the elite strength of many sects was taken away by this damn wind and rain.

The master of the Black and White Sword Sect, Heitian also had a gloomy face, because his daughter also fell into the wind and rain.

"Wuxie, go find that person and bring him here, I want to question you!"

(End of this chapter)