The Sword Dynasty - 483

Li Xixing is more calm than any Changling talent of the same age, but the shock in his eyes at this time is stronger than Hu Jingjing.

Because he knows more than Hu Jingjing.

Mo Shoucheng has passed away, but in order to compensate for Li Xixing or the Li family, Mo Shoucheng passed his city defense sword to Li Xixing.

This guarding sword involves the meaning of space.

The meaning of space is not difficult to understand for spiritual practice. The straight line seen by ordinary people is naturally considered to be the shortest distance between two things. However, for practitioners, there are countless celestial and earthly air flows between these straight lines. There are countless possibilities for objects to walk in these channels.

Either faster, or very slow, or like traveling through space, or like extending the space.

Although these principles are easy to understand, it is as difficult as constructing a unique self-world to use the methods of a practitioner.

And the bottom of the sarcophagus above their heads is not far away from them. The light gray after the sarcophagus is broken, it just falls like it is in the extremely high sky.

This space has been turned into a special world by these powerful people who used to be cool in the past by unimaginable means.

The two figures were naturally Zhan Mohe and Wu Lianzi. At this time, they had obviously fallen in the air for a long time, but there was still a long distance from the active spring.

“This prohibition has even completely changed our perception?”

Li Xixing turned his head with difficulty and looked at Ding Ning, “So the active spring itself is not a spring of youth.”

Ding Ning nodded.

Hu Jingjing reacted. She thought that she could not control the desire to enter this spring water… Seeing the wonderful people outside the fountain of immortality, I am afraid that after all the hardships here, seeing such a fountain of immortality, I am afraid that it is fundamentally impossible. If you can’t control your desires, you can’t help but go in.

A practitioner’s perception is often more reliable than his own eyes and nose, but the prohibition here is that even perception can be deceived, which is too terrifying for any practitioner.

Perception is deceived, and any flying sword that actually flies close will easily kill them.

“We will not be spared.”

Shen Xuan suddenly made a sound at this time, and his indifferent voice contained a slight tremor.

“Yes, we are not immune.”

When Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing could not understand the meaning of Shen Xuan’s words, Ding Ning nodded calmly and looked at Shen Xuan seriously and said, “But you still can’t make a move. You are still injured more severely than him, and his The cultivation base is higher than yours. As long as his next injury is lighter than yours, then we cannot win. We must take a gamble.”

From the perspective of Ding Ning’s words, Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing still couldn’t understand them, but when Ding Ning finished speaking, they all understood.

The figures of Zhan Mohe and Wu Lianzi were still falling. At this time, they still didn’t really touch the active spring. However, every word that appeared on the stele began to rotate rapidly, and every word began to roar.

These black texts brought up strips of black light, which turned into a black vortex around the stone tablet, and the water in the active spring began to spin sharply, turning into the same black vortex.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the entire space here was driven by these two vortices, bunches of air condensed and turned into countless black bands of light.

When each light belt starts to rotate, it is a saw blade.

Countless saw blades rotate in this space, and no one in this space can avoid it.

At this time, the vitality of the heavens and the earth in this space had just begun to condense, but Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing had already felt pain in many parts of their bodies.

Their bodies will be cut into countless pieces.

Zhan Maha was in this space.

If Zhan Maha’s shots can’t make a fundamental change in this space, then all of them will die together.

This is Ding Ning’s bet.

The black band of light was completely formed, and the entire space was strangely divided by countless bands of light.

Ding Ning, Li Xixing, Hu Jingjing, and Shen Xuan all showed blood lines straight to the ground, and blood began to seep into the blood lines.

Shen Xuan’s lips trembled slightly, and his left hand clenched his fist tighter and tighter, but looking at the blood line on Ding Ning’s face and the still calm gaze, he finally did not make any more movements.

A lot of gray frost suddenly appeared in the black light band.

The gray frost seemed to change again in an instant, turning into raindrops.

However, there was a bang, a loud bang like a cloud in the distance.

All the black bands of light suddenly disappeared, and the thick blackness looked like the deepest dark clouds. In the gaps of these dark clouds, there were light filaments surging, like countless lightnings about to shoot out.

A trace of real joy finally appeared in Ding Ning’s calm eyes.

He knew he had won the bet.

The Mohua Remnant Sword, which clung to his back like a spine, flew up at this moment.

With his low stern scream, all the true essence in the sea of qi in his body was forced out of his arms almost at this moment.

More than ten bloody streams of True Essence poured into this sharply flying dagger. In an instant, the filigree of the flower-remaining sword spread out above his head, like a blooming flower. Red flower.

Ding Ning’s hair flew upwards driven by the sword energy.

Because the true essence flow was too violent, even the small blood vessels in his pupils burst, making his pupils blood red.

Li Xixing’s breathing stopped completely. He had never seen Ding Ning have such a fighting intent, such a killing intent… and such a terrible!

The red sword flower seemed to come from hell.

Every sword silk exudes a horrible atmosphere that is beyond words.

“Nie Haihua!”

Shen Xuan’s clenched fists were dripping with bleeding beads. His nails had pierced his own flesh and blood because of too much force, but he hadn’t noticed at all.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing could not know, but he had seen such a sword style and felt such a sword intent!

In the three years before Emperor Yuan Wu ascended the throne, in the battle where that man died, there had been such a sword intent on the top of the tower where countless bones accumulated!

Many real bloody lightning appeared in the black world.

Every lightning bolt is a sword intent sprinkled on a sword wire.

A thick black cloud to the deepest point was corroded by these blood-colored lightning, and countless holes were pierced, and countless energy sneered out crazily.

“Guardian!”

“Yuanguang!”

A mouthful of blood poured out of Ding Ning’s mouth, but at the same time, he looked ahead and spit out two sword-like names.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing make swords!

The two swords collided in the front and merged almost perfectly.

boom!

However, in the next instant, Ding Ning, Li Xixing, and Hu Jingjing’s bodies flew out and slammed into the stone steps not far behind them.

Titicaca…

Smoke and dust surged from a canopy, and there was a cracking sound. It was not known whether it was the sound of bone cracking or the cracking of stone steps.

Shen Xuan didn’t look back.

He just ignored the smoke and took a deep breath.

Then he loosened his fist, and a blood-colored sword hilt first appeared in his palm, and then accompanied by a stronger natal aura, a blood-colored and gray natal sword appeared in his hand.

The dark clouds in front of him began to fly away like shattered cloth.

…

A stern roar sounded.

Then there was a loud bang, like someone rang a big bell.

Ding Ning kept coughing, coughing like he was about to cough up all his lungs.

There was blood in front of him, not just the blood he coughed up, his whole body seemed to be leaking blood.

However, he still struggled to prop up his body, sat up forward, and looked at where the sound originated.

Where the dark clouds dissipated, there were two images of flies on the golden tower that were shot up, sliding down against the golden tower.

The golden tower was soft from the beginning, but now it has become dazzling.

The living spring before the Golden Pagoda has completely disappeared, leaving only the bottom of a dry spring with white sand inside.

Above the white sand, there is a huge scimitar like a mysterious moon.

That was Zhan Maha’s natal profound blade.

However, just between Ding Ning’s eyes, the Xuanyue-like scimitar shuddered, as if a piece of tile itself had been shattered, but it was carefully stacked again and collapsed, turning into countless fragments and falling down in an instant. .

“Ding Ning!”

An extremely stern cry sounded from the lower part of the golden pagoda.