The Sword Dynasty - 316

Ye Haoran’s right hand hanging outside his sleeve constantly flicked, plucking the string of murder from time to time.

He quietly looked at Ding Ning, whose robes were gradually soaked in blood, and found that Ding Ning’s determination was beyond his expectation. There was more appreciation in his heart, but his slender five fingers suddenly shook. With this action, at this time, the handleless white sword behind Ding Ning flashed for a few minutes, and a strange white mist appeared all over his body.

As this small white sword continued to dance around Ding Ning’s body, the white mist around Ding Ning’s body became more and more viscous.

Seeing the formation of these white mists, the brows of almost all the teachers of the practice area were deeply frowned.

This is the most orthodox Wushan Yunyu Art, the inheritance in the Dachu Palace, and the white fog formed by the flying sword technique can make Ding Ning’s every sword throw at this moment become muddy, requiring more power.

Previously, they all had their own ideas. Many people might not want Ding Ning to win, but at this moment, all of them want Ding Ning to win.

Because Ding Ning is from Qin after all.

Jing Liuli frowned deeper and deeper.

She naturally didn’t think that Ding Ning would be defeated, because Ding Ning carried those wooden swords for ulterior motives. Until now, Ding Ning had not used those wooden swords, which meant that he had not used all his power.

It’s just that she can’t understand what Ding Ning is waiting for.

Although the wound was small, blood was flowing from countless wounds, and the blood in the body would soon flow away.

Ye Haoran’s mouth began to woke up with a playful smile.

He didn’t understand what Ding Ning was waiting for, but in his opinion, no matter what Ding Ning was waiting for, he just added extra pain in vain before he died.

He raised his head and looked at the black sky.

The sword sound of the white small sword flying in the white mist was even more stern, and when it struck Ding Ning’s body, it not only brought drops of blood, but even began to bring flesh and blood debris.

Geng Ren narrowed his eyes.

He has experienced cruel escapes that many practitioners can’t imagine, and coupled with some unique research on the practitioner’s body, so he knows better than any practitioner present at the moment to what extent the blood is flowing in a practitioner’s body. , How the body will react.

He knew that although Ding Ning looked sober at this time, if he had changed to an ordinary practitioner, his consciousness would have been blurred at this time.

This is related to strong willpower.

Sometimes a strong willpower that is firm enough to forget one’s own body can make the body produce extraordinary power, but Geng Bian himself is very aware of the consequences of violating common sense… that is, the body will suddenly and completely exceed the limit for a long time. out of control.

At that time, the consciousness will not be blurred slowly, but will be suddenly interrupted.

“It should be almost done.”

Lin Suixin has seen more miserable injuries on many practitioners, so even though Ding Ning has been cut with countless small wounds like a long time ago, there are still not many special expressions on his face, but after Geng Blade’s eyes narrowed After several breaths, he also frowned and said softly.

At this moment, Ding Ning began to feel real dizziness.

His consciousness let the Buddha get out of his body and fly to the upper air.

It’s just that his mood is still very calm, because he has an experience that even Geng Blade can’t imagine.

He knew he still had more than ten breaths.

His left hand began to stretch backwards, holding the rough hilt of a wooden sword.

An uncontrollable exclamation sounded.

At this time, there was no abnormal change. The picture that fell into everyone’s eyes was only Ding Ning’s hand falling on the hilt of a wooden sword behind him. However, everyone knew that something amazing would happen in the next instant.

This premonition caused many people to burst into shock in advance.

Ding Ning swung his sword steadily.

With a scream, the wooden sword slashed out, and a peculiar green sword light appeared in a talisman in the center of the sword.

What is even more peculiar is that Ding Ning’s slashing with this sword directly let go, following the momentum of slashing with one sword, slashing out this wooden sword.

After one sword, there are many swords.

All the exclamations disappeared, because everyone was plunged into a more intense shock that was almost numb.

Ding Ning usually uses his right hand with a sword, but at this moment, his left hand seems to be faster than his right hand.

His left hand seemed to disappear in the air, but it maintained a certain perfect frequency, slashing continuously.

All the wooden swords he was carrying on his back were all slashed out by him in an instant.

The most important thing is that the Mo Hua Can Sword in his right hand accurately picked the flying sword that struck again.

All people have an illusion.

At this time, the one who completed such a sword is not a young man who has not learned the sword for years, but a great swordsman who has been cultivating swords for hundreds of years, and seems to have been practicing such a sword force throughout his life. The potential has become a direct reaction of the body.

Dugu Bai’s breathing stopped completely.

Because he had such a sword power and sword path in his mind, he could see this sword clearly earlier than anyone else.

He saw many green lights flying out of Ding Ning’s back, forming a green screen.

This is an extremely gorgeous green light screen that is hard to describe in words, but when it expands outward, this light screen disappears instantly.

All the wooden swords split from the rune on the sword body, and were completely torn apart by the powerful force, turning into countless flying wood filaments.

But the green light in the rune did not disappear, but connected together and became a real sword light.

This sword light seemed to be parallel to the entire ground, and with absolute straightness, it seemed to completely separate the space above from the bottom, silently cutting towards Ye Haoran’s body.

Dugubai knows that this is true malachite green.

Ye Haoran’s brow furrowed deeply, and he realized that he didn’t even have time to recall Feijian to block such a mysterious and powerful sword.

His eyes became crystal clear in an instant, and his body continued to roar, as if there were many beautiful new worlds in his body.

A new channel appeared in many of his meridians, and the heaven and earth vitality that had previously been entrained in his body, all of them gushing out of his body along this channel.

Fortunately, he still has a sword.

The sword shook at his waist.

About six feet long, the sword is no more than two fingers and a half wide, the spine is pure and rare sky blue, and the transparent blades on both sides of the sabre jumped out of the scabbard and fell into his hand.

The faint air blast sounded in the blade.

Countless crystal dust splashed out from the transparent blade, forming a crystal crystal plate in front of him.

There was a loud bang!

The dust around his body was overwhelming, and the crystal clear crystal plate was directly shredded by the absolutely straight and horizontally cut green sword light. The fragmented crystal dust shot all over him, recoiled and snapped on his body.

Countless drops of blood splashed on Ye Haoran’s body, and the powerful impact caused his body to lift off the ground and fly back.

Ding Ning saw this picture, but he didn’t feel the slightest joy, because he knew that this sword was not enough to defeat Ye Haoran, and he had not much time left.

He took a deep breath.

A mysterious and cold breath appeared around his body.

A breath of virtual cold appeared in his body, and then quickly disappeared, and the body was full of real cold.

The white flakes of cold fog visible to the naked eye formed around his body and sputtered outwards, as if a piece of ice had just formed on the surface, but the lake water had not completely solidified yet, and it was still rippling.

A trace of red vitality appeared clearly in these ice flakes like blood lines.

“Blood evil magic power!”

“How could he!”

Although they were shocked and numb, at this moment, many people couldn’t control their emotions and shouted.

Tantai Guanjian’s eyes began to widen, but his pupils contracted unconsciously.

He felt that he saw something that he couldn’t understand at all.

“So that’s it?”

But Jing Liuli was talking to herself in her heart. Since she thought Ding Ning was stronger than herself, she felt that everything could happen.

Ye Haoran’s face was slightly stiff.

The mocking look on his face has completely disappeared.

At this moment, he also took a deep breath, then raised his hand.

He did not recall his flying sword.

The white handleless small sword had fallen close to the ground, but at this time it was injected with new strength, screamed, and fell to the back of Ding Ning.