The Sword Dynasty - 477. Chapter 476

Both Xuan Yue and the boundless wind and rain were forcibly blocked by the sword intent he displayed at this time.

However, it was Xuan Yue and Feng Yu who couldn’t get close to his body. The shock of the powerful force was unable to escape, and it was all passed on to him.

Because of this, Gu Huai let out a stern cry of incomparable anger.

Just in his harsh shout, there was a huge roar in his body, as if two monstrous giant wolves collided in his body, bursting out loudly.

Numerous folds suddenly appeared on his smooth jade face, and bright rays of light flew out from these folds, and each ray of light was like a broken sword and sword intent.

Gu Huai’s eyes were filled with unbelief and pain. He bowed his head and looked at his body.

A wound appeared on his abdomen, and the internal organs could be vaguely seen in the blood surge.

Many fine flying debris appeared on the internal organs, shining with some black light, like sand dust rising in the wasteland.

This wound tore from the inside out, not caused by anyone present, but from Tang Xin in the previous battle.

Although he used Zheng Xiu’s power to kill Tang Xin, making Tang Xin look like a passerby occasionally encountered in the wasteland to him, but both in will and in the body, it left him a great deal. Trauma.

Even if he had received some spiritual rain, it had already stopped when he reached the center of this ancestral land. Therefore, under the internal and external forces, the injuries brought to him by the sword god Tang Xin broke out first.

Looking at Gu Huai who was stern and angry, Zhan Mohe’s eyes were filled with pity.

He knew that Gu Huai was bound to die since the appearance of the unparalleled wind and rain sword intent.

A legend in the Bashan sword field died in such a simple way, even he was a little unbelievable and even sympathetic.

However, he remained vigilant.

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Gu Huai knew his situation better than anyone present, but at this time the emotions that filled his body besides being frightened were still unbelievable.

Just like many people who are going to die, they never believe that they are about to die.

But whether he believed it or not, he knew he was going to die.

He looked up at Ding Ning.

Except for the weird middle-aged man who was connected to the giant purple jade tree, who was sitting back on the ground again in the sword intent at this time, everyone understood his dying intentions.

A black spot appeared in the sky.

Then it became a mountain.

There was a cracking sound along the way, and I don’t know whether it was the sound of the palace being crushed and shattered, or the sound of the void being torn apart.

Following his gaze, the sword mountain fell towards Ding Ning.

“The last thing you want to do before dying, is that you still want to take me to the funeral. Who is good for you to do this?”

“Did I let you come here to kill me?”

“You are going to die, do you still care about what she and Yuan Wu mean? Do you still care that I might be better than you in the future?”

“You don’t want to keep me and see what I can do to her and Yuan Wu?”

Ding Ning looked up at the sword mountain.

The shadow and coercion of Jianshan firmly enveloped him.

After the Lingxu Sword Sect Sect Master determined that he was bound to die, even without Zheng Xiu’s help, it was still unimaginably powerful, even stronger than the sword intent against Tang Xin at the beginning.

All the killing intent of this sword was in Ding Ning, but Ding Ning just calmly looked at the sword mountain that had landed from the air, and continued to speak slightly ironically.

Gu Huai’s body trembled inexplicably.

Not because of his injuries, but because of the violent fluctuations in his mood.

Only Ding Ning’s first sentence had already had a huge impact on his mood, causing his sword intent to fluctuate.

The sword intent of this sword is no longer perfect.

But no matter how imperfect it is, it is still the sword of the Sect Master Lingxu Sword Sect, and it is still the sword of Jianshan.

Zhan Maha’s eyes fixed on Jianshan Sword.

Jianshanjian just appeared in the sky, and at the moment when it was determined that the killing intent had enveloped Ding Ning, a black machete appeared in his hands.

There are countless mottled marks on this scimitar, such as severely weathered agate, but every mottled mark that is curved like a horseshoe is illuminated by the holiest moonlight.

At this time, when Gu Huai’s sword intent was shaken, Zhan Mohe also made a choice. He gripped the hilt of this scimitar with both hands and let out a scream.

This sword was like awakening and drawing the spirit of the blue water dragon that had just died here. In the chaotic gust of wind, a real dragon shadow soared up into the sky and slammed into the side of Jianshan Sword.

He didn’t want to resist this sword hard, he just wanted to change where the sword fell.

As he wished, Jianshan Sword made an unimaginable huge roar in the air and began to drift. In the air above, there were more popping noises, and there were vaguely countless smaller black spots falling like rain. The walls from top to bottom collapsed.

However, this is only the beginning.

The Jianshan sword fell diagonally, and the blade collided with the mountain wall.

The entire Zu Mountain began to shake, and cracks appeared along the sword body.

It’s just that no one cares about this.

Although the sword body of Jianshan Sword was slanted, a sharp killing intent still fell along a rune of Jianshan Sword, still falling towards Ding Ning.

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Li Xixing’s face became extremely pale.

He knew that he couldn’t stop a sword intent.

In front of this sword intent, he was probably as insignificant as a fly under the tip of the sword, and even death could not change the position of the tip of the sword.

However, he still raised his head and swung his fangs sword decisively upwards.

An invisible wall carries all his strength and will.

However, at this time, Ding Ning’s side had someone faster than him.

Naturally, this person could only be Shen Xuan.

Because of the resistance of Zhan Maha, he even had time to think about it.

He knew that if he blocked this sword, he would definitely get hurt and hurt, and he might even die directly.

But he didn’t make a move, and no one was able to prevent Ding Ning from being killed.

So this is a big bet.

A big bet with life.

“The Li family?”

He thought about it and decided to take a gamble.

Because if you just live like this… it doesn’t make much sense to live.

He shoots the sword.

A cloud of scarlet blood rose up, as if all the blood floating in the big floating dungeon for so many years was taken up by his sword and poured into the sword intent of the town.

Li Xixing’s body shook.

He didn’t feel too much pressure, because this sword intent had already collided with Gu Huai’s sword intent before him.

Titicaca…

Countless bone cracks sounded in Shen Xuan’s body.

Accompanied by the sound, there was a more subtle tear of flesh and blood.

Shen Xuan laughed dismal.

He felt that he had lost the bet.

The fragmentation of bones does not necessarily mean death, but the tearing of meridians and internal organs makes it impossible for even a strong person like Gu Huai to survive.

A strong man like Gu Huai, even with imperfect fighting intent in the end, was enough to kill him in a reckless fight, as if he had to bear the final killing intent for Ding Ning.

He smiled bleakly, looked at Ding Ning, and even began to feel that all this was just Ding Ning’s perfect setting.

Because any performance of Ding Ning before this was too perfect, everything seemed to be just as he thought.

“You won the bet.”

However, at this moment, Ding Ning said this to him.

Then he said softly, “It doesn’t matter if we end up here or not, but at least you won’t die now.”

Ding Ning’s hand fell on him at this moment.

Shen Xuan heard countless small sounds.

It was like an auditory hallucination before death, but the sound came from Ding Ning’s body.

Then he felt countless tiny threads floating into his body.

This feeling is like Ding Ning’s body has many small things spitting out silk threads, squeezing into his body.

However, in the next instant, these threads all turned into rain.

“This is?”

He was shocked to the extreme, not only because of the powerful vitality contained in the rain, but also because of the silk threads themselves.