The Sword Dynasty - 472. Chapter 471 Sword Three

The blood of the cyan flood dragon snaked on the branches of this giant tree. However, for some reason, the blood that should have been fresh has turned into some kind of crystal colloid, giving people an unusually dangerous feeling.

“Li Xixing, Ding Ning…”

Hu Jingjing’s teeth suddenly fought, his voice trembling constantly.

Her eyes fell on the ground not far in front of her.

Following her gaze, Ding Ning frowned slightly, and soon discovered why she reacted like this.

There are no plants on the flat stone ground in front, but there are tiny gaps that are hard to see with the naked eye, as if the whole ground was spliced together with huge stones. However, where Hu Jingjing’s eyes fell, there was a fragmented depression. After going down, it looked like the fracture of the stone crack was very new.

The sunken area is obviously square, and it looks like a coffin, and some broken clothes and bones can be vaguely seen inside.

In other words, the entire valley floor is not made of stones, but made up of sarcophagi.

Shen Xuan also frowned deeply.

Could it be said that those lying in the sarcophagus on the flat ground are all the last people who committed suicide here?

It’s just that what made him even more alarmed at this moment was that he couldn’t feel any terrible breath.

He couldn’t perceive any terrible aura, or even any violent fluctuations in vitality, from the purple jade tree in his sight, including these sarcophagi.

This made the blue water dragon comparable to a practitioner of the seven realms, as if it had dissipated all its power and then died on the big tree.

“What do you perceive?”

Shen Xuan turned to look at Ding Ning and asked.

Ding Ning did not answer his words, but said softly: “Let me think about it.”

In his original expectation, since the Tianliang man used Li Xixing to force him to get here, he naturally wanted to use him to break some restrictions on comprehension.

However, even he did not perceive any restriction at this time.

He didn’t even feel any breath of qi and blood.

“careful!”

His gaze stopped again to talk about the purple jade tree, but at this moment, his heart suddenly rose with a warning sign, and he shouted loudly.

Shen Xuan’s expression changed abruptly. Almost at the same time, a stern shout came out of his mouth, and the true essence and heaven and earth vitality in his body surged out of his single arm at a speed exceeding the usual limit.

Only at this time, a terrifying force had already emanated from the giant purple jade tree and reached before them.

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This force is extremely sharp, completely like a sword intent breaking through the sky, but the vitality of the entire valley is violently shaken, as if the whole world is full of wind and rain with the emergence of this force. The most important thing is, This power is like the wind and rain carrying the whole world, and slammed in front of them.

There was a muffled sound.

Shen Xuan’s arms stretched forward, still maintaining the posture of the sword. The sharp whistle in his mouth had not stopped, but the whole body was completely unbearable and flew backwards, slamming against the mountain wall behind him. , Aroused a wave of smoke and dust, and a mouthful of blood had poured out of his mouth.

Hu Jingjing held the sword tightly, but his whole body was too stiff because of the shock.

She couldn’t imagine the power emanating from that giant tree, and it was just a blow that directly caused powerful practitioners like Shen Xuan to suffer heavy losses.

“what is that!”

In the next moment, she exclaimed again in amazement.

The purple jade-like giant tree seemed to be moved by the wind and rain of the world, slightly deflected in some direction, as if a person twisted his body slightly to face them.

And inside the tree, there was a figure of a person standing upright.

Ding Jingjing stood there, but frowned deeper.

It was a real human body, the appearance of a tall middle-aged man.

He was standing on one of the roots of the giant tree that was bare on the ground. The clothes on his body were even almost complete. It was a gorgeous robe made of several different colors of fur spliced together.

The exposed skin on his body looks very soft, even translucent, and you can see the blood flowing in the blood veins inside, but there is no anger on his body, and the eyes are pale and there is no divine light. It’s exactly like a corpse.

The most horrible thing is that many soft whiskers grew on his body, which were connected with the purple jade-colored giant tree behind him, growing together.

These whiskers are like an extension of the blood in his body, but they are purple and jade colored.

Li Xixing took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Ding Ning.

At the moment when Hu Jingjing exclaimed in amazement, the figure obviously moved slightly, and it seemed to look up.

Just between this moment, at this moment, there was already a breath of energy falling on the mountain road above their heads.

On that mountain road, it was like a storm.

There is endless intent to kill inside.

Since they blocked their retreat first, it means that this person probably has his own consciousness.

Shen Xuan was embedded on the mountain wall, he did not rush to make any movements, he just glanced at Ding Ning from behind.

Ding Ning felt Li Xixing and Shen Xuan’s eyes looking at him, but he still didn’t say anything. He just looked at the weird middle-aged man quietly and whispered to himself: “What the hell are you?”

The answer to him was a sword intent.

The middle-aged man raised his right hand slightly, pointing his index finger and middle finger together as a sword, and Yaoyao made a sword gesture.

The wind and rain rose again between the world and the earth, and the cyan water dragon hung on the tree flew up, the skin and flesh of its body faded like a cicada, and the bones of the body also fell off one by one, in a few minutes of the breath. , Only a white spine remains.

This spine became the sword of the middle-aged man.

The wind and rain that filled the world gathered in this spine and turned into an unparalleled sword intent, slashing towards Ding Ning and the other four like a huge lightning.

Shen Xuan’s body jumped out of the mountain wall.

His body seemed to be a bit empty suddenly, and a scarlet sword aura burned, like a flaming peach blossom with thousands of petals, hitting the sword light, and then in the next moment, his body slammed into the one behind him again. Mountain wall.

There was a boom.

Countless rubble splashed on the mountain wall behind him, forming a circular deep hole with him as the center.

“Ding Ning!”

Seeing the dragon’s spine that hovered in the air and seemed to fall into the hands of the middle-aged man, he let out a stern shout, spraying bleeding mist into his mouth and nose at the same time.

Everyone can feel his anger at this time, even Hu Jingjing and Li Xixing can be sure that if Ding Ning does not respond, Shen Xuan will definitely flee for the first time.

“Follow my sword.”

However, Ding Ning’s face was completely calm at this time, even the frowning eyebrows were loosened, as if he had figured out what had been entangled with him, and then he just whispered out a sword.

Three soft sounds.

The Mohua Remnant Sword shook three times in the middle, and the three straight sword lights did not fall on the keel, but on the empty space above his head.

Neither Hu Jingjing nor Li Xixing could understand.

This is the most common “three-talent” sword, one of Changling’s most common swordsmanship, and it’s just the basic swordsmanship that most students in the sword academy practice after getting started.

Shen Xuan couldn’t understand either, but as Ding Ning’s three straight sword lights traveled through the air, he sensed some changes in the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and his eyes exuded an astonishing strange light.

His one arm swung forward again.

One sword turned into three, and the three scarlet sword lights broke through the air following the trajectory left by Ding Ning’s three sword lights.