The Sword Dynasty - 473. Chapter 472

This sword is probably the weakest sword that Shi Shen Xuan would use when he entered the Seven Realms in his life against the enemy.

However, when his three sword auras followed Ding Ning’s three sword lights and his nose broke through the air, the wind and rain that permeated the entire valley, and even the whole world in their perception, was like being torn apart, endless wind and rain. Then gushed out from that hole.

The middle-aged man’s Senbai Jiaolong spine was still walking through the air, but the Wushuang sword intent he was carrying was broken. With a bang, the spine of the Jiaolong that swept over was actually blocked by Li Xixing’s sword. .

Li Xixing looked at the trembling Fang Sword in his hand, looked at the giant dragon spine that was shattered back by him, and thought about the unparalleled sword intent of the sword. He couldn’t believe it was true.

Hu Jingjing looked at Ding Ning blankly, even more unable to believe his eyes.

A strange neighing sound rang from the strange middle-aged man.

It seems that even he feels unbelievable, and feels angry that a sword like his has been so broken.

At the moment when such a strange neighing sound rang from his body, the bones of the white dragon’s spine were instantly covered with many black raindrops.

The black raindrops flowed along the bone surface, forming a powerful rune.

There was a hum.

The wind and rain between heaven and earth disappeared suddenly, and there is no more wind and rain.

However, the wind and rain are on the dragon bone, just like the wind and rain between the heaven and the earth are all absorbed to this dragon bone.

The dragon bones, which are harder than the profound iron in the world, continue to explode, and their swords travel through the air to turn into powder, and then are drawn into new swords and black swords by the strange and powerful heaven and earth vitality.

Hundreds of black swords filled the space in front of them with terrifying killing intent, which was still an unparalleled sword intent.

Shen Xuan stood up, facing this sword, he was still convinced that he could not stop it.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning had calmed out his sword again.

The Mohua Remnant Sword in his hand and the entire arm were in an absolute straight line for an instant, and the sword aura condensed into a bunch, piercing straight and resolutely toward a point in the air ahead.

There was nothing there, not even a black sword.

This is still a very common sword move, named “Dong Jin”.

This sword skill is just a bit stronger for penetration, and it has no magical effect. It is only used by ordinary swordsmen to penetrate heavy armor on the battlefield.

Shen Xuan was still puzzled, but he had no choice.

He also has a sword, which is also a “hole gold”.

Click, click, click…

Two straight sword intents broke through the air, but there were many cracking sounds in the seemingly empty air.

Shen Xuan clearly felt the shock of power. He felt that a rope holding many kites in the air was pierced by the sword intent of him and Ding Ning.

This kite line is a talisman line condensed by the opponent’s true essence, and the most important channel through which the heaven and earth elements that support this sword can pass through is the hundreds of black swords involved.

At one section of this rune, hundreds of black swords were like broken kites, flying in disarray in an instant.

Li Xixing crossed the sword in front.

An invisible sword gas is like a wall.

The white bone meal and black water mist impacted the sword energy formed by his sword like layers of spray foam, but they were insurmountable.

Such a picture made Li Xixing an illusion that he was too powerful.

The wind and rain disappeared again.

Shen Xuan found out that he was still alive.

However, the wind and rain seemed to waver in his heart, making him even more shocked.

This is purely using the sword to break the sword, to move and dismantle it, not only to instantly perceive the opponent’s sword intent, but also to use the most suitable sword to break it.

He has only seen such an ability in one person.

However, that person had read all the swordsmanship in the world, and fought with countless powerful swordsmen in the world, only then could the swords converge.

How could Ding Ning have such a realm of returning ten thousand swords?

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Just when he was so shocked that it was difficult for him, Ding Ning had already used his sword again.

The Mohua Can Sword in his hand tremblingly swept out.

Dozens of sword qi swayed, stimulating the vitality of the world and forming strong winds that moved forward like sails.

This is still an ordinary sword intent, named “Pojiang Wind”.

When Ding Ning handed out the sword, the middle-aged man’s left hand had been stretched out straight, and his left hand, who did not look like a living creature, had already revealed a powerful natal aura.

The giant purple jade tree connected to him shook frantically, and the sky above Zu Mountain rumbling.

A real rain began to fall in the wasteland.

It is no longer a white rain, but a wind that contains the cold and evil spirit of high altitude.

Like countless knives falling.

The meaning comes from the extreme cold altitude.

The middle-aged man was no different from the real master. After the first two swords were broken by Ding Ning, he pushed his true essence and aroused heaven and earth vitality into the sky.

Since this sword appeared, the sword intent was already great, and it was impossible to break it by cutting its roots.

At this moment, even if there were other seven realm powerhouses besides Shen Xuan, and seeing such a scene with his own eyes, they would not think that Ding Ning would still be able to break this sword.

However, at the same time, Ding Ning’s left hand was also stretched out, hitting three points.

“Blood Sea Flower”

“One man is in charge”

“Bright Pure Light”

Three sharp low voices sounded in his mouth at the same time.

Shen Xuan, Li Xixing, and Hu Jingjing stopped breathing at the same time, and then almost simultaneously took out their swords.

What Ding Ning drank was the name of the three sword moves.

These three sword moves were learned by the three of them, and belonged to the three of them.

What made them most puzzled was that the three dots on Ding Ning’s left hand not only revealed the true essence and accurately calibrated the position, but also brought out some of the sword intent of these three swords, so the three of them understood instantly. , I want the three of them to separate these three swords!

Shen Xuan’s cultivation was not comparable to that of the other two. Although they made swords almost at the same time, the sword intent was naturally formed first.

As far as his thoughts came, the pure natal aura also continuously poured out of his body. In a sword light that was crimson as the sea, it was like a flower formed by blood.

The sword intent formed by the second path was not Li Xixing’s sword intent, but came from Hu Jingjing’s body.

A transparent and pure light burst out, with a breath that can dilute all filth.

Li Xixing’s sword was originally faster than Hu Jingjing’s, but his sword was very difficult and heavy.

The tip of his sword moved in the air as if it was a seal carving.

There was a boom.

An invisible wall also fell from the sky.

The power of these three swords was also impossible to stop the endless wind and rain of the middle-aged man, and the power was still not at the same level.

However, when the sword intent of these three swords finally spilled out. The space at the bottom of the valley seemed to oscillate and tilt.

Ding Ning used only one of the most common sword moves.

But the space at the bottom of the valley seemed to have formed a crystal, which was then pryed by the residual sword in his hand and tilted to one side.

The raindrops and winds falling from the endless heights, with terrifying sword intent and sword intent, but like running water, all rushed to the side of the mountain wall, not a trace of them fell to the bottom of the valley where they were.

Puff puff puff…

The hard mountain walls and the dangling green grass were as fragile as pieces of paper and were cut to pieces, leaving countless deep gullies.

The sap of the green grass mixed with stone powder flows down like a waterfall.

Even the middle-aged man connected to the tree seemed completely unable to understand why Ding Ning, Shen Xuan and others were able to block the sword, and there was a dazed pause.

At this moment, Ding Ning took a natural step forward.

He seemed to be naturally rushing down on the side of the mountain to avoid a slurry flow of grass juice and stone powder mixed, but at the same time, he has already reported three sword names in a row, and his left hand has been continuous. It bounced three times.

“Ye Feihua!”

“Curse!”

“Ming Zhu!”

Following what he pointed out, the figures of Shen Xuan, Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing also seemed to be unconsciously driven by him.

The three different sword intents did not form a joint force, but they made a strange collision in the air.

A canopy of mist splashed around like dust.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt dangerous and his body quaked slightly.

There was a soft sniff.

Behind him, there was a gleam of light shining.

The few fleshy whiskers that connected him to the giant purple jade tree were severed, and the weird purple liquid was continuously sprayed out along the cut of the fleshy whiskers.