The Sword Dynasty - 390. Chapter 389 Burning Scroll, Horizontal Long River

A trace of blood oozes from Jing Liuli’s lips.

Jing Liuli bit her lip, but she didn’t notice it.

Because she is nervous.

When presiding over the Minshan Swordsmanship, the candidates including Ding Ning had very dangerous moments, but she hardly felt what it was like to be nervous.

However, it is different now.

This is a real life-and-death battle. Both sides have the sole purpose of killing each other, and no one will intervene to stop it.

And corresponding to the cultivation realm of Ding Ning and the palace lady Rong, as long as Ding Ning is truly exposed to the sight and perception of the palace lady Rong, it means death.

“Hide and seek with me?”

The maid named Rong’s true essence was worn out very severely, and some of the wounds on her body even spilled bleeding beads, but some crazy smiles began to appear on her face, “I can’t hide it now, right?”

She is an old man in Changling, especially one of the people closest to the Bashan sword field back then.

I only think of it when I see it, and I can learn it when I think.

Many of the strongest practitioners in Changling’s later years were often the closest people to the top powerhouses in the Bashan sword field.

Therefore, the sword scriptures cultivated by the palace maid named Rong are also extraordinary, and they are also secret swords that are unimaginable by ordinary practice places.

It was just that when the crazy smile was rippling on her face, the crazy sword intent had already gushed out from her mouth with a powerful natal aura.

Ding Ning began to cough up blood.

The smoke and dust around him was still lingering, and the sword intent from the palace maid named Rong hadn’t really fallen yet, but the squeeze of vitality that he brought had made him somewhat unbearable.

His feet were pressed against the ground, sliding backwards involuntarily, as if the soles of his feet were about to burn.

The killing intent in the air was so intense that even some of the seven realm powerhouses in the crowd watching the battle, who had a real cultivation level surpassing the palace maid named Rong, were shocked.

It turned out that a person’s killing intent could be so strong and powerful.

This is the sword intent in the “Hate Heaven Sword Classic”, the emotions accumulated for many years carry the strongest hatred, creating an unimaginable killing intent.

Sword Qi shining with porcelain-like sword light fell on Ding Ning’s body.

The air in front of these sword auras turned black, and the rubble around Ding Ning continued to burst into countless fine powders, which were then gathered together by the powerful impact force, forming some terrifying black stripes. .

This is the gap in absolute power.

Ding Ning was absolutely impossible to stop such a sword.

Even Jing Liuli felt it was impossible for Ding Ning to block such a sword.

Everyone felt that Ding Ning couldn’t stop a sword like Rong Palace Lady, just as everyone felt that it was impossible to defeat the Sixth Realm just as soon as this battle started.

But everyone wants to see a miracle.

Then Ding Ning made people see the miracle.

He has started coughing up blood, but his face is still very calm.

Under the squeeze of the powerful force, the breath in his body penetrated into the iron box behind him extremely hard but accurately.

The surface of the iron box was already covered with a lot of scorch marks under the burning of the red smoke and hot sand. However, at this moment, these scorch marks suddenly turned black, as black as ink inside. Flowing out.

A faint and lofty breath exuded from the iron box, but the moment this breath spewed out, Ding Ning stopped coughing up blood and her breath became smooth.

Because the powerful squeezing force brought by those sword auras has all been eliminated.

A lot of pure white light shoots out from the cracks in the iron box, without a trace of impurities.

Even those sword auras have stagnated.

In the world around Ding Ning, a white scroll seemed to suddenly unfold, imprisoning everything.

Everyone was shocked.

Even Huang Zhenwei on the turret recently opened his eyes wide in shock, not understanding what the iron box behind Ding Ning is with such a powerful aura.

The maid named Rong’s breathing stopped.

Not because of shock, but because the air in front of her was almost frozen.

In everyone’s unbelievable gaze, the ink stains in the burnt marks on the surface of the iron box disappeared, and a long scroll of ink flew out of the iron box behind him.

There was a boom.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

The entire sky has completely turned into the color of ink painting, black and white.

The lady of the palace surnamed Rong’s body shook sharply, bleeding from her ears.

There was a sword light in the black and white sky, like a bolt of lightning.

That was the flying sword that Ding Ning didn’t know where it was hiding.

A heavy rain just fell.

Countless rain lines with sharp sword intent fell, and countless water splashes exploded a few feet outside the palace maid named Rong, unable to cause real damage to the maid named Rong, but it almost stopped her sword energy in the air.

The scorching sun in the sky was obscured by dark clouds.

There is a round of white meniscus spawning.

All rain lines began to freeze, and the white rain lines turned into blue-black ice lines.

All the people watching the game outside the field felt cold.

The ice line began to burst, and then a lot of cold sword aura appeared inside, flying wantonly, cutting on the sword aura of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong began to tremble violently.

The porcelain-like vitality outside her began to sway, and then she began to cough lightly and cough blood.

“It’s a fragment of Zhou’s Mo Garden!”

Many people finally reacted thoroughly and exclaimed.

Jing Liuli finally regained her breathing, feeling some pain in the broken part of her lips.

The fragments of Zhou’s Mo Garden are well-known throughout Changling, but no one has ever thought that a practitioner could use this thing to fight like this.

However, the miracle shown by Ding Ning has not stopped.

He looked up.

The flying sword flying in the sky was suddenly covered with blue-black profound ice, and a long arc was drawn in the air.

That arc is like all the missing parts of a meniscus, filling the meniscus to its fullest.

There was a boom.

All the vitality that permeated the palace maid named Rong began to explode.

The fragments that flew out of the iron box behind Ding Ning began to shatter, and began to decompose along each ink line, without flames, but countless fragments flew out along the fuyi, but they seemed to be burning.

The maid surnamed Rong in the center of the explosion let out a stern and terrifying howl.

A cloud of blood also exploded from her mouth, and her whole body was blown off the ground by an irresistible force, and fell heavily back to the ground without a trace.

There was another explosion.

A deep pit appeared on the ground, like a meteorite.

The center of the pit shot out a terrible dust flame, mixed with scarlet blood.

There was dead silence in the surrounding streets.

The maid surnamed Rong slowly stood up from the center of the pit.

The porcelain-like luster on her body has disappeared, and her skin is covered with many shocking wounds.

A piece of her face was already swollen, and bloodshots kept leaking from the corners of her lips.

After a pause of breathing, she screamed again sternly and angry.

Not only because of the pain and injuries, but also because Ding Ning’s trace has been lost in front of her.

The ashes of Moyuan’s fragments were still floating in the sky.

The black ashes covered the entire sky like a black snow, but the reflected luster was like white paper, and the split space overlapped and overlapped, making the line of sight seem impenetrable.

Ding Ning is no longer there.

Even the iron box behind him is no longer in that piece of gravel.

He did not continue to take the opportunity to attack, but chose to continue to disappear and continue to hide and seek with her.

…

Just as the maid surnamed Rong was seriously injured and screamed again with stern and anger, an old man with white beard and beard was slowly walking towards the direction of the tea garden.

He is the defending city that Huang Zhenwei is worried about.

There is no city wall in Changling, but he himself is one of the city walls invisible to Changling.

Today, the alleys are empty, and all the attention is shifted to the place where Ding Ning and the palace maid surnamed Rong fought, so other places are naturally neglected, and it is easy to breed unusual things.

He is a truly wise man, so he naturally has to prepare in advance.

At this time, he already felt the murderous intent of the woman in the Yunshui Palace. He was no longer on the upper part of the turret, but chose to be very close to the Baishan River. The woman walks off.

The black sword light still rotates like a top, easily flying out all the heaven and earth vitality that falls on it.

Just like hitting the real top, no matter how powerful it is, it will only make the top spin faster.

This is an impeccable defensive sword, and the power of the same seven realms is simply unable to break through.

However, looking at Xu Fenqin’s swordsmanship, Bai Shanshui, who knew that his battle with Xu Fenqin must have been spotted by some top experts in Changling, gave a smile instead.

In the sky, a drop of crystal water fell from an endless height.

When approaching the ground, this drop of crystal water has turned into a long river, a long river lying horizontally.

This long river was like a huge palm of a hand.

The point where the black top power was made was originally at the bottom.

As the power of the flapping from above calmed down, the strength of Xu Fenqin’s sword force pushed down, and the two huge forces instantly tore the ground below, and instantly drilled a huge hole.

There was a surging sound of water deep below.

Bai Shanshui and Xu Fenqin went down.

Xu Fenqin let out an angry shout, accompanied by Bai Shanshui’s unruly silver bell-like laughter.