The Sword Dynasty - 545. Chapter 544

Ding Ning looked at the icicle ahead.

The ice crust on the lake surface is not sure how deep it is, but with the previous fierce battle, the frozen lake surface has been cracked into countless pieces, and as the heat of the hot lake underneath continues to gush out, some cracks begin to grow bigger and bigger.

In particular, this icicle was originally formed by the upward movement of the sword intent. At this time, while the tiny cracks on it continued to show white mist, the thin and powerful sword intent became more and more obvious.

Ding Ning laughed with emotion.

He felt the strong desire of this sword breaking out of its shell.

This sword has been sealed for too long, and the famous sword is like a beauty. How can such a peerless sword be willing to be frozen in this lake forever, and prevent the world from seeing its own scenery?

This sword originally didn’t want to be trapped here forever, just for a sect to form a sword washing pool.

It was originally the most powerful sword, how could it be able to see those ordinary swords, and how could it be willing to serve those ordinary swords?

This sword has been fighting, so such an icicle will form on this piece of ice.

“Why do you know so many things back then?”

At this moment, a stern sound like howling of a wild beast suddenly sounded from behind.

Ding Ning did not look back, but said calmly and clearly: “The problem is not how I knew it, but that those are the facts. The problem is that you are still alive, with your current ability, as long as you want to investigate, you will naturally know. Those are facts. I leave my life to you now, just to give you a choice, do you want to live by believing a lie, or live with a different kind of person.”

Bai Qi howled frantically from behind.

No one could understand what he was howling at this time.

However, Ding Ning could empathize and understand how he felt at this time.

As it was in the past.

“You should also be thankful that you still have the opportunity to choose again.” He said this in his heart.

Then he stretched out his hand and landed on the cracked icicle ahead.

Titicaca…

Just a faint breath fell on the icicle, but it instantly caused the icicle to make countless terrifying cracking sounds.

The old monk’s dim and turbid pupils suddenly brightened.

These numerous ear-piercing cracks pierced deep into the bottom of the lake, and then the sword at the bottom of the lake, which was imprisoned in some way, shook abruptly. The vibration and struggle of the blade made a sound like a beast’s anger and anger at the bottom of the lake. Frantic roar.

Countless bright lights appeared on the frozen lake.

The entire area of the lake, which is not known for many miles, is like countless small irregular pieces cut by sword light. The heat at the bottom of the lake was only a sneer upwelling, thin and light. However, at this time, the white heat was like a fountain, with a pleasure like a wall, rushing out from the bottom of the lake.

The water vapor quickly condensed at high altitude, frozen, and turned into countless tiny ice crystals, hitting the lake with crackling noises.

Ding Ning’s face was still calm, but there was a strange look on his face.

He felt the position of the sword, but at the same time he also felt countless powerful forces, such as the huge ropes trapping the dragon, firmly locking the sword.

These huge ropes are the strength left by the strong man in the former Lingxu Sword Gate, the vitality generated by the combination of him and the long-term cultivator of this sword, and the power of the magic circle he arranged.

This power is extremely powerful, even exceeding the seven realms.

However, at this time, Ding Ning just maintained the posture of reaching out.

The entire icicle has been completely shattered, and as the hot air at the bottom of the lake surges like a fountain, the broken ice flakes are scattered like flowers at the first time, flying upwards.

A piece of borneol cut through Ding Ning’s palm.

Ding Ning did not resist, letting this piece of ice cut open the skin of his palm.

No blood flowed out, but there were several pale streams, like countless small silkworms piled up, dripping on the ice surface in front of his body.

Numerous rustling sounds sounded.

These small silkworms arrived at the place where the sword was locked at the bottom of the lake at an unimaginable speed, and then gathered on one of the giant ropes that held the sword, and then smashed the giant rope instantly like a mulberry leaf. Bite!

Only one of the many forces was cut off, but Ding Ning only said softly, “I’ll see you now.”

As he spoke out like a conversation with this sword, a sword intent flowed from his fingertips, along the passages that these small silkworms walked, and landed on the sword.

This is an extremely simple soaring sword style.

It is the simplest sword intent among the imperial flying swords, just to make the sword fly upwards.

However, this simple sword intent fell on this sword, and this sword was completely alive.

All the remaining huge cables at the bottom of the lake completely broke down at this moment.

With a loud bang, many huge blocks of ice like houses flew up on the frozen lake, just as if there were many huge octopuses at the bottom of the lake lashing up with pain.

The sword flew up.

An extremely powerful sword intent was released, making all the legendary beasts in the glacier and ice fields in the distance feel terrified.

A circular abyss appeared in front of Ding Ning, and then it was like sunrise.

Countless bright rays of light exceeded the speed of the hot air, rising from the abyss like a scorching sun.

This powerful sword intent moved upwards very slowly, as if someone was slowly pulling up a sword, but the first thing that appeared in the bright light was not the hilt but the tip of the sword.

Changsun Qianxue’s eyes narrowed.

It wasn’t because the sword light was too dazzling, but because the Nine Nether King Sword in the depths of the Qi Sea in her body was also constantly shaking, feeling great oppression.

Long ago, Wang Jingmeng and those in Bashan Sword Field had no wrong judgments.

The legendary great torture sword of the Lingxu Sword Gate is indeed the most amazing sword in the world.

It’s just that the system of this sword is very peculiar.

The blade of this sword is wider and thicker than ordinary swords, and its length is slightly shorter than that of ordinary swords.

The color of this sword is only the color between ordinary cyan and iron gray, and there is no clear rune. The sword is only forged and smelted, leaving a natural flower-like folding pattern.

This sword is in the dazzling light, but itself is extremely simple.

It is so simple that it is even like a thick iron ruler that has not been completely laid, a sword tire that has not been finished.

Ding Ning laughed with emotion.

This is the sword he has been waiting for for a long time, and can even be described in a lifetime.

He didn’t make any extra moves, just completely let go of his mind and emotions at this time without reservation, and let this sword perceive it.

All the sounds at the bottom of the lake disappeared.

The huge ice that was shaken by the powerful force was falling one after another, and there were thrilling crashes everywhere.

It’s just that the world of these four people on the lake seems to have completely quieted down at this time.

Quite naturally, the sword that broke free from the shackles from the bottom of the lake fell into Ding Ning’s hands.

Ding Ning grasped the hilt of this sword.

The old monk stopped breathing and looked at this picture in disbelief.

Only a cultivator of his level can clearly perceive how difficult it is to break free from the shackles of the strong spiritual sword gate, and at the same time cut off the vitality left by the strong, even he can hardly be short. Do it in time.

“The sword is a friend and a confidant.” Knowing his puzzlement, Ding Ning slowly turned around, looked at him, and said: “Only when it has life, when it has life, the two sides let it go, can we really get it. The greatest help, the meaning of the sword, is the meaning of the sword, and the practitioner’s own intention falls in the same place to exert the strongest power.”