The Sword Dynasty - 573. Chapter 572

This sword was too random, and the killing process was too fast. Everyone in this army who saw this scene didn’t even have time to be afraid, but subconsciously understood that the opponent was too powerful, and it seemed impossible to prevent the opponent from entering the depths of the barracks, the entire barracks. There was another violent cold wind in it.

The violent cold wind made it impossible for all the sergeants near the entrance of the camp to stand firmly, and even those camp tents that were firmly fixed to the ground with iron rods were lifted and flew away.

The woman holding the natal sword that seems to freeze and crush people’s souls, wrapped in wind and frost, has already advanced dozens of feet during this breath!

The ordnance and talisman that fell toward her fell behind her one after another. The sergeants who were close to her on both sides still maintained the action of shooting, but like those ordnance and talisman, the surface was covered with ice crystals and was covered with ice crystals. Frozen to the ground.

The cold wind moved forward, and the sword intent pointed directly at the Chinese army camp where Mo Ying was located. On this route, very few people could stand firm, but not everyone.

More than a dozen practitioners appeared from all corners of the camp, standing in the cold wind in front of her.

The positions where these cultivators are standing seem to be scattered, but the power gushing out of their bodies cuts through the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, faintly forming a special formation.

Some armies and sects have formations that some practitioners can jointly display, which can integrate the power of some practitioners with a lower level of cultivation to fight against powerful practitioners.

At this time, the dozen or so practitioners who formed the formation are not weak. The most important thing is that in this kind of army, as long as they can entangle the opponent and confine the opponent to a certain area, the army will have more. The ultimate move to deal with this kind of attacking practitioners.

Most of these more than ten practitioners came from different sects. At this time, looking at the sword that was so deep in color and lustre that it was unimaginable, they all understood that it was the legendary Miss Gongsun family, and this sword was the best in the world. The violent famous sword Nine Nether King Sword, so they have already urged their true essence to the extreme.

The strength of this formation made Changsun Qianxue feel strong, her footsteps paused slightly, and the road ahead became long in sight.

A cultivator is not among the more than ten cultivators. He stands behind a talisman, perceiving Changsun Qianxue, whose footsteps have been firmly locked.

The talisman in front of him is the height of two adults. On the base of a bronze cylinder with many mysterious runes, it is a standing metal doll. The metal figure stretched out the index finger of his right hand and pointed forward, as if he was pointing the way.

“Do not move.”

Just as the true essence in his body had flowed violently and was about to activate the power of this large rune, he heard a very earnest voice.

The cultivator who had entered the camp side by side with Miss Gongsun’s family before, did not know when he had arrived not far behind him.

This young practitioner wearing a black shirt is naturally Ding Ning.

Seeing the cultivator in the army who had heard his voice and turned his body slightly, Ding Ning shook his head again and said softly: “Don’t move.”

The body of the cultivator in the army was slightly stiff. He knew very well that what the other party said was to keep himself from stimulating this powerful Chinese army talisman. At the same time, he really felt the strong warning in the other party’s words. , However, he did not give up his intention to make a move. After a moment of hesitation, the true essence flowing violently in his body gushed crazily from the sleeve of his right hand, and did not fall into the base rune of the talisman. It was injected into a flying sword in the sleeve.

With a loud explosion, the sleeves of the cultivator in the army exploded to pieces.

A gray sword shadow fell on Ding Ning’s chest in the flying rags.

Ding Ning frowned slightly, he raised his right arm and pointed at the flying sword that struck like lightning.

Amid the deafening blast, there was another screaming scream, and a sword qi shot out from his fingertips, penetrating the air that was instantly oppressed and turned into layers of crystal shadows, accurately and accurately related to that flying sword. hit.

It was just a sword aura, with a breath of life.

To be precise, it was just a sword aura flowing from the Sword of Life.

The tightened face of the cultivator in the army turned black for a moment, because of the unique connection with his own flying sword, the skin on the face was violently shaken, and the folds were like waves of water rippling on the face.

His pupils shrank violently, filled with unbelievable emotions.

It was just a sword aura flowing from the opponent’s natal sword, but the moment that sword aura appeared, his body shuddered instinctively. This has nothing to do with the cultivation base, but with the instant perception of the opponent’s natal sword.

What kind of sword is it so strong that its breath alone is enough to make his body shudder instinctively?

In the next moment, more shock came from his inability to control his flying sword!

Although that sword aura originated from a sword that was powerful enough to exceed his imagination, in terms of its own strength, it was impossible to completely suppress his flying sword.

However, his flying sword was slammed up by that sword aura, and in the midst of the violent tremor, he could no longer control it.

Ding Ning’s body bowed slightly, avoiding the three arrows shot from the back of his body, and carrying heavy afterimages in his body, passed through the cold wind to the cultivator in the army.

The cultivator in the army took a breath, and between a muffled grunt, the two fingers of his right hand brought out a flower-like sword energy, which fell on Ding Ning’s eyes.

Ding Ning’s brows were still slightly frowned, but his face was extremely calm. Without blinking his eyes, he flicked his right hand, and a swish of sword gas passed through the blossoming flower.

Pieces of flowers flew away, and the sharp sword qi of the substance was like cracked porcelain, bringing out a white air flow, flying over Ding Ning’s cheeks on both sides.

The sword qi that Ding Ning ejected pierced the chest of the cultivator in the army. The chest of the cultivator in the army was hit by a wooden stake, and his whole body flew backwards.

A canopy of blood mist poured out from the chest of the cultivator in the army.

However, when he fell to the ground and felt all the power flowing out of his body, the cultivator in the army found himself alive.

He was only seriously injured but not dead.

…

Mo Ying’s gaze fell on the cultivator in the army who was seriously injured but not dead.

In terms of the battle with more than a dozen powerful men against Changsun Qianxue, the battle seemed a little insignificant at this time. However, when Ding Ning flew the flying sword of the cultivator in the army with a sword, his attention was lost. Instead, they have focused on this battle.

Only a practitioner of his level can accurately perceive what is happening in that very short time.

What determines the victory or defeat of this battle lies in breaking the move.

The young cultivator in Changling’s most common black robe pierced the flying sword with one sword, and the flower on the opponent’s finger with another sword.

Both swords found the flaws in the opponent’s sword style where there seemed to be no flaws.

All kinds of swords are hidden in the chest, and there are no tricks to break. Such a practitioner has only appeared on one person in the Bashan sword field many years ago.

Now, he saw the shadow of that person from the young man in Xuanyi.

So now this young man in Xuanyi who easily defeated the opponent but only severely inflicted and did not kill the opponent should be the heir of that person.

The descendants of the Nine Dead Silkworms finally appeared.

“It turned out to be true.”

He smiled bitterly, stood up, raised the sword on the case in front of him, looked at Ding Ning in the distance, and muttered to himself: “After all, what should come is here.”