Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 38

[Chapter 38]

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“It’s you who are going to get out!”

Ding Haoren was in the air, neither dodging nor dodging, but also slashed out with one palm.

In the early morning light, a pale silver cold light flashed.

The air was suddenly cold, as if the early autumn had reached the cold winter of March 9 in an instant, and everyone couldn’t help but fight a cold war.

The strength of Nangong Zheng’s splitting, met this silver cold air, and it instantly and completely dissipated at the touch of a touch.

boom!

A muffled sound.

The next moment the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, the palms of Sun Fei and Nangong Zheng were already facing each other head-on.

The wind was blowing, spreading in all directions like a whirlwind.

A faint hoarfrost spread out from Nangong Zheng’s palm in an instant, and the chill was threatening.

“Your profound energy…” Before he could finish the sentence, Nangongzheng’s face was sallow, his body swayed, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. He fell straight down the steps in an embarrassing manner.

At the same time, Ding Hao had already stood firmly on the steps.

“Senior Brother Nangong…” The other disciples of the Purple Shirt South Court exclaimed in surprise.

Nangong Zheng was among the named disciples in the Purple Shirt South Courtyard. Although he wasn’t the top figure, he was definitely a top-ranked expert. He never thought that he would be slashed by this young man from the Green Clothes East Courtyard with one palm.

In the eyes of these purple-shirted disciples, this is simply unbelievable.

“it is good!”

“Brother Ding is great!”

“Senior Brother Ding, invincible! Senior Brother Ding, invincible! Wow, hahaha, it’s amazing!”

The disciples of the East Green Shirt can’t control so much. When they saw this scene, they burst into thunderous cheers. Their faces flushed with excitement. An hour later, it was as refreshing as eating a big iced watermelon, and I shouted desperately to cheer for Ding Hao.

“You dare to attack and hurt people?” A disciple from the South Courtyard in purple shirt became angry, waved his hand, and said, “Let’s go together and teach this kid a lesson!”

on the steps.

The rest of the disciples from the Southern Courtyard in Zishan roared and swarmed up.

“Sneak attack on your sister! Hahaha, is this so embarrassing? Could it be that our disciples in the east courtyard of the blue shirt have to let you fight, while the disciples in the south courtyard of the purple shirt can’t even touch? !”

Ding Hao laughed, not retreating but advancing.

He was about to take this opportunity to test how much his combat power had improved after entering the One Aperture Martial Apprentice Realm. This was a good opportunity.

Ding Hao didn’t even use his sword.

Under his feet, he stepped out the [Jinghong Step], his figure was like a shock, his palms were flying, turning his palms into swords, and his palms were flying like a butterfly. , instantly cut into the crowd.

boom!

One of the purple-shirted South Court disciples who rushed in front only felt a flash in front of him and exclaimed. Before he could react, Ding Hao slapped him in the chest, and fell down the steps like a broken paper kite.

“Second! Come again!”

Ding Hao was furious.

Boom!

Two more purple-shirted Nanyuan disciples and Ding Hao each faced each other, but they were far from Ding Hao’s opponents. Their wrists were in severe pain, as if they had been broken. With a horrified look on their faces, they groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. , fell down the steps involuntarily.

“Third, fourth! Come again!”

This time, without Ding Hao shouting loudly, the disciples in the East Courtyard in Green Shirt couldn’t wait to help Ding Hao count.

Counting the previous yellow-haired and yellow-browed youth Nangong Zheng, and these three people, in the blink of an eye, Ding Hao smashed the four purple-shirted Nanyuan disciples with one enemy and four, like tigers treading sheep, invincible and invincible. .

Ding Hao laughed, and his momentum became more and more high.

He took a terrifying step under his feet, and his body was like a sudden appearance, fast as lightning, and hurried forward.

boom!

boom!

Bang bang bang!

A series of palms and groans sounded incessantly.

I saw Ding Hao’s figure pulling out a string of afterimages on the steps, like a green snake dancing wildly, dazzling and difficult to capture.

He flickered like lightning among the disciples in the Purple Shirt South Courtyard, and he was invincible.

At the moment when the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, there were six consecutive explosions. The remaining six purple-shirted Nanyuan disciples couldn’t keep up with Ding Hao’s speed. Fei, and fell to the bottom of the steps in a very embarrassed manner.

Dozens of disciples in the purple-shirted southern courtyard were ashen-faced.

They claimed to be all elites, but there was no one who could stop Ding Hao with a mere palm.

What made them even more unbelievable and unacceptable was that Ding Hao, known as the [First Sword of the East Court of Green Clothes], never used his best swordsmanship from beginning to end, but only attacked with his palms, which showed that he did not use the sword at all. Do your best.

In a blink of an eye, Ding Hao was the only one left on the steps.

There was wind, blowing his blue shirt, and the sun shone on his handsome face, like a statue that couldn’t be looked up, reflecting a thousand rays of dazzling brilliance.

The disciples of the East Green Shirt looked up blankly.

Their mood changed from the original excited shouting to the shocking inexplicable at this time.

They know that Ding Hao is very strong!

But he never thought that Ding Hao would be so strong.

In the beginning, the disciples of the East Court who were humiliated by Nangong Zheng and others, just hoped that Ding Hao could win one or two games and save a little face. Who would have known that Senior Brother Ding would be so strong. It took less than one-tenth of the incense stick to defeat everyone in the purple-shirted southern courtyard.

After a few seconds of silence, the blood of the disciples of the Eastern Green Shirts began to burn uncontrollably.

They frantically shouted Ding Hao’s name.

“Senior Brother Ding, it’s great!”

“Senior Brother Ding, we adore you!”

“Senior Brother Ding, I love you to death!” This was the scream of an extremely excited female disciple.

The force field of the same hatred made all the disciples of the East Court in Qingshan who appeared before the dining room completely on Ding Hao’s side and became the most staunch supporters of Ding Hao. They shouted “Senior Brother Ding! Senior Brother Ding!”

It seemed that only these three words could represent his support for Ding Hao.

And Nangong Zheng and other ten disciples from the purple-shirted southern courtyard, all of them fell down, with bruised noses, bruised faces, and gray faces.

“Hey, hey, that Nangong Zheng, didn’t you say that you alone are enough to overturn our East Court? Why can’t we even catch our Senior Brother Ding with one palm?”

“Wow, haha, I’ve seen this kind of slut a lot, and his mouth is so arrogant, he diapers instantly when he makes a real move!”

“It’s so pitiful, what the fuck is the purple shirt in the south courtyard, and you have to win the fifth courtyard competition. With our senior brother Ding here, what are you guys?”

“That’s right, with this little strength, it’s a shame to imitate others. I think it’s better not to participate in the Fifth Academy of the day after tomorrow. You should not participate in the Southern Academy. If you go there, you will be ashamed of the named disciples of Wen Jianzong!”

The rhetoric that the disciples of the South Court made when they were provocative before, was passively returned by the disciples of the East Court.