The only thing that makes people feel bad is that after days of killing, Ning yu'er's delicate and beautiful spirit is getting weaker and weaker. There is more fierce and resolute spirit on her handsome face, which makes Lin Yujing and others feel lost... And so on. No, they are straight men of iron and steel. How can they be lost? They are happy. They are really happy for Ning yu'er's rebirth.

"Xiaoyao, dangtian!" The sword is like a rainbow running through the sun. Several fierce faced men scream and turn into nothingness.

Behind Ning yu'er, Gu Fenghua and Lin Yujing's eyes all show some amazing color. But when we look at the bloody wounds on his back, we don't feel some emotion.

Life and death is really the best shortcut to enhance strength.

Over the past few months, unless Ning yu'er against the enemy is too strong, they almost never help. Although Ning yu'er is strong, it is inevitable that he will be injured when he is a few enemies. After almost every hard battle, he will leave many scars on his body, and even linger on the edge of death several times.

However, in such a life and death honed, his talent seems to have been thoroughly stimulated. Within a few months, his cultivation went to a new level, and there was a faint sign of being promoted to the sixth grade.

And that free sword skill was refined to perfection, and the essence of it was fully developed by him. Sometimes, they can even imagine that Xiaoyao Tianwang was brave and vigorous when he went to the end of the world with one sword.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" Gu Fenghua asked and threw a few bottles of healing pills in the past.

"No, thank you very much." Ning Yu son took Dao Dan, gratefully said.

Although he secretly took a lot of healing pills when he went out, the days of hard struggle far exceeded his previous expectations. He had already used up all the pills. Fortunately, Gu Fenghua was there. Otherwise, he would have to find a place to hide and recuperate. He would not want to fight with others for ten days and a half months.

After taking daodan, he sat cross knee and recovered quickly.

"My Lord, this harvest is not bad." At this time, Feng Qirui also came back with several pieces of refined gold and silver.

They are as big as fists. Both in size and quantity, they are much larger than the gold they found the other day.

"The old rule, let's break it up." Gu Fenghua said.

"Good." Feng Qirui pulled out his sword happily. In the eyes of all the people, they divided several pieces of refined gold and silver into small pieces.

After dividing the refined gold and silver, Ning yu'er also stood up. Although the injury was not healed for a while, because he deliberately refined Danli, it didn't matter. The group started again.

In the middle of the sky, Gu Fenghua condenses his mind and pays attention to the movement of Xuming Tiandi Jian.

With the lesson of the last Xiahou chop, she will never take out the "Xuming Tiandi Jian" in public again. She always pays attention to it.

Unfortunately, this time was not very smooth. After two or three days of flying in the wind, Xuming Tiandi Jian didn't feel the Qi of the treasure to be robbed.

It seems that they have almost wiped out all the treasures that should be robbed outside. If they want to continue, I'm afraid they can only go deep into the void and dark ancient regions and go to the living places of the demons and other major races. Gu Fenghua hesitated.

Suddenly, at the foot of the mountain, an old town appeared in sight.

Demons! At the same time, they stopped and looked warily at the town.