触摸柔软的皮肤

Ning Wuye's body was special. He had an innate sword body. When he was born, thousands of swords bowed to him. He was naturally gifted.

In the words of his master, he was born to be a sword cultivator.

He entered the sword sect when he was young and was nurtured by the top sword cultivation sect in the Panhu world.

The sword sect was a righteous sect. When they cultivated their disciples, they paid particular attention to treating them with sincerity and guiding them with their hearts. They would not deliberately give them any trouble. Instead, they would slowly influence the younger generation's temperament and conduct through long-term words and actions.

Cultivators had long lifespans and did not need to fight for time like mortals.

Besides, as one of the top sects in the Panhu realm, the sword sect was powerful enough to ensure that even if their successor was tricked or took a wrong path, he would still have the time and capital to make a comeback.

Ning Wuye had a pure mind. Other than cultivation and sparring, he had no other thoughts. From the moment he entered the sword sect, he had walked step by step up to the position of sword son. It could be said that everything had gone smoothly.

Before today, he had never experienced any setbacks. He was one man and one sword, advancing forward with indomitable will and sweeping everything before him!

And this time ...

In the past, ning Wuye had focused on cultivation and had never taken in a disciple.

He was the sword son of the sword sect and had an extraordinary status. Whether it was because of his proud nature, strict requirements for his successor, or because of his special status, he couldn't just make do with ye Hui. In short, ye Hui was the first disciple he personally taught.

Even though he was far from being a personal disciple and was at most an in-name disciple, this was the first time ning Wuye had become a teacher.

He didn't have any experience in interacting with a disciple, and he pitied this disciple's miserable life experience, so he completely copied what his master did when he was a disciple.

He would treat ye Hui the same way his master treated him, guided him, and protected him back then.

At this moment, as he felt the damage to his body, all kinds of past events surfaced in his mind.

He suddenly thought of a time when he had fought with an elder of the devil's doctrine. The elder had said, " "Fake sects like yours are crowned emperors and show kindness to their disciples. In fact, the road to longevity is long, and it's normal to be alone. The sword sect seems to love and care for you, but in fact, they used such a method to bind you tightly."

&Quot; the so-called sword son is just a fighter of the sword sect. &Quot;

"Your sword heart will never be free!"

"You will never be able to touch the true 'Dao'."

&Quot; the true meaning of the great path is a rule that does not change because of human nature or material resources. How could it be comprehended by a so-called sword cultivator who was born with a sword body but willing to be restricted? "

Ning Wuye had never taken these words to heart. That elder was from the Wushi villa, and the Wushi villa was selfish and self-centered. They regarded the world as a game and everything in the world as stray dogs. In order to improve their so-called temperament, they would do anything. The profoundness of their demonic nature had always been known by the four great demonic sects. The five righteous sects had always scoffed at such twisted black and white and tried to sow dissension.

But now, these words were like a heavy hammer, heavily hitting his heart.

The attack of the heart's devil!

After a brief moment of confusion, ning Wuye's heart gradually turned cold, but his eyes were calm.

At this time, ye Hui glanced at ning Wuye and casually ordered, " "Kill this one too, there's no point in keeping him alive."

Hearing this, the man who had just killed the jailer immediately nodded and said, " "We will obey the chief's orders!"

Then, he strode to ning Wuye's side and struck down with his palm!

The palm wind whistled, mixed with a bloody and fierce Qi, and a wisp of gray-black corpse Qi. It fell towards ning Wuye's head!

Ning Wuye looked at this scene coldly. With his experience, he could tell at a glance that this palm was not only from the spell he had taught, but also modified. The other party had absorbed the blood essence and corpse Qi of living creatures to achieve the effect of rapid completion.

Immortal gathering, what a good immortal gathering!

Even though the palm was about to hit him, there was no fear in ning Wuye's eyes.

Today was the day he would die?

No!

He had an innate sword body and was born with thousands of swords. He was a natural sword cultivator!

A mere mortal from the dream realm who had only stolen some of his teachings and hadn't even touched the true inheritance of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect was worthy of killing him?

At this moment, the betrayal of the disciple who had treated him sincerely, the disappointment in his heart, the unwillingness to part with the sect, the unwillingness to fall into this situation, the disgust for the immortal ascendance, the intrusion of the heart's devil ... All kinds of feelings converged in his heart and finally turned into pure killing intent!

Cold, murderous, and a brutal aura that had never appeared in his aura before!

A sword-like aura rose from ning Wuye's body. At this moment, he felt as if his swordsmanship had entered a realm that he had never touched before. He had actually broken through the seal of the dream realm on his power!

In an instant, the sword essence roared as if it had substance and revealed its sharp edge, sweeping across the entire water prison with a flick of his finger!

No matter how many techniques and divine powers you have, I, a sword cultivator, can break all techniques with one sword!

Ye Ling's expression changed. He immediately moved and pulled the subordinate who had just attacked behind him. Then, he immediately escaped from the prison without looking back.

As for the remaining people, including the higher-ups of the immortal ascendance Association who were used as shields by ye Hui, they didn't have the time to react. Before the sword intent arrived, they had already let out mournful wails in unison. Scales appeared, sharp claws grew out, and they began to mutate rapidly!

Layers of slimy moss quickly grew on the water prison. The mayflies, centipedes, and slugs on the walls squirmed frantically and then rapidly expanded. Their mouths were filled with sharp teeth, and the saliva that dripped down instantly corroded the bricks.

In the muddy water, there were circles of water ripples, and then it rolled as if it was boiling. Strange creatures were caught in it.

Crack, crack, crack ...

This underground water prison was built to prevent prisoners from escaping and to prevent outsiders from breaking into the prison. The four walls were made of one-foot thick bluestone, and the gaps were filled with molten iron. It was not an exaggeration to say that the walls were made of copper and iron.

However, at this moment, the vast sword essence had already caused Spider-web like cracks to appear in all directions.

&Quot; roar ... &Quot; the high-level members of the immortal ascendants 'Association had completely distorted. They let out an incomprehensible roar. The sword intent swept over them and instantly cut them into dozens of pieces.

However, the body parts that were scattered all over the ground were still wriggling and turning into smaller and weirder monsters.

Soon, the sword intent that had exploded started to weaken rapidly. The power of the nightmare seemed to be endless, sealing ning Wuye's power again.

Huala ...

The iron frames and shackles were corroded by the sword intent and broke into pieces, falling down.

Ning Wuye's body finally regained its freedom. He staggered to his feet and looked at the dense mass of mutated monsters in the water prison. They exuded an evil and depraved aura, but they did not dare to approach him. Without any delay, he dragged his heavy body and walked out of the prison step by step.

At this moment, all the monsters suddenly gathered together rapidly, like flowing water, merging into a tall mountain of meat.

It lowered its head and stared at ning Wuye's back with its 17 or 18 eyes scattered all over its body. As if countless people were speaking at the same time, it rumbled, " "I thought you were dead for sure. As expected of the inheritor of the nine great sects!"