The Sword Dynasty - 575. Chapter 574

The camp is quiet.

All the practitioners in this barracks can be sure that Ding Ning is not in the seven realms, especially those practitioners who have joined forces with the grandson Qianxue to contend with, it is even more certain that Ding Ning’s natural aura is very young, that is to say, he has advanced to the ranks. Six realms of life is not too long.

The gap between the sixth realm and the seventh realm is even more terrifying than the gap between the lower realms and the higher realms.

Because the seven realms are moving mountains, they are masters, and enemies of ten thousand people.

There is a difference between the masters of the seven realms. For example, Liang Lian lost Xue Wangxu’s sword, Zhao Zhan died in the hands of Ye Ce Leng, and Bai Shanshui and Zhao Sizhi and his like were able to defeat most of the seven realms in the world. , And some of the Great Masters of the Seven Realms who participated in the Lushan Guild Alliance even had the power to kill several Seven Realms.

Mo Ying is the seven realms.

Moreover, he has obtained the seven realms inherited from the Bashan sword field, and his strength is definitely not the seven realms from an ordinary sect.

To put it simply, the true essence is different cultivation methods to extract and gather the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and the sword scriptures are different methods of using the true essence to kill the enemy. There are high and low levels in the cultivation of True Essence, and the high and low in the method of killing, and within the seven realms, there are high and low levels in itself, and Mo Ying is the upper level.

To win the six realms over the seven realms is in itself a false statement, not to mention the victory over the upper class in the seven realms.

However, when Ding Ning said these words, no one in the entire barracks felt ridiculous.

Because he is the nine dead silkworm.

He represents the legend of Wang Jingmeng. In the past, Wang Jingmeng had countless cases of victory over the border.

Mo Ying pressured with reason and righteousness, and Ding Ning went back and forth with reason and righteousness. Therefore, Ding Ning’s response at this time and the coercion of nine dead silkworms from legends to living in the eyes of the people for many years will be even more powerful. .

Mo Ying’s pupils shrank slightly. He looked at Ding Ning with some appreciation, “You will take it?”

Ding Ning did not repeat the previous words, but calmly looked at the sword in Mo Ying’s hand, and said: “This sword is from the Bashan Sword Field. Today, since it is on behalf of the Bashan Sword Field to drive you out of the master’s gate, this handle You have to pay me back the sword first.”

Mo Ying bowed her head slightly, looked at the short sword in her hand, and was silent for a while, and said: “The army is attacking, the army is empty, and Miss Gongsun is here again. You are sure to kill me, but now you will collect the bills. It’s fair that you want to return this sword from the Bashan sword field first.”

After saying this, he raised his head, and a soft breath poured out from his hand, enveloping the dagger, and flew up, falling towards Ding Ning’s body.

Ding Ning stretched out his hand to catch this short sword.

“Since you told Zheng Xiu about some of the secrets of the sword scripture, you should be afraid of being controlled, so you don’t have the confidence to use this sword, let alone make it a life-saving sword. That’s why this sword is so bleak. This sword is useless in your hands.”

Ding Ning stared at the sword in his hand with complicated eyes. When his voice sounded, the sound of mulberry silkworms gnawing mulberry leaves sounded in his body and spread. Countless heavy breathing sounds in the barracks also sounded at the same time, even into a tide!

There were no strong fluctuations in the vitality of heaven and earth, but pale flames seeped from Ding Ning’s right arm holding the sword.

The pale flame was first like a faint light of water, and it became substance in an instant, countless small beams seeping from the skin of Ding Ning’s robe, showing through the clothes, and flowing into the dim dagger in his hand.

The voice of Wancan gnawing the mulberry leaves became clearer. Everyone looked at the true essence-like stream, and it was impossible to see the smallest details because of the limited vision, but even if the sergeant in this barracks is not a cultivator, listen. With such a sound, you can feel it. These stream-like streams are the gathering of countless tiny silkworms.

The eyes of the dozen or so practitioners who had formed a formation were also involuntarily filled with fear and emotions.

In the old Changling, it was said that the Nine Dead Silkworms fell into the hands of Wang Jingmeng, but Wang Jingmeng never revealed the Nine Dead Silkworms, so that no one knew the secret of the Nine Dead Silkworm exercises, and there were even a lot of them. It is certain that Wang Jingmeng did not practice the Nine Dead Silkworms either.

This is the first time the Nine Dead Silkworms have openly appeared in the sun, and even just seeing them is enough to cause unimaginable waves in the hearts of these practitioners.

Nine dead silkworms appeared, and the pale beams were obviously different from the ordinary true essence, pouring into the runes of the dim light green dagger.

The sword body seemed to tremble with excitement, but it was stabilized to the extreme in Ding Ning’s hands.

When all the white runes on the sword were flooded with pale white beams, and the dim colors melted like thin ice and snow, and quickly faded, the pale green dagger instantly bloomed with amazing brilliance, but the vitality flowing out of the sword turned into a rich color. The yellow color turns into blossoming yellow flowers, extremely strong.

The intense and enthusiastic colors illuminate everyone’s pupils, even the figure of Ding Ning, who is wearing a gray mysterious robe, is mapped out to be dazzling and breathtaking.

“This sword is called Nuanchun.”

Ding Ning looked at this thick and ardent sword, and slowly crossed the sword across his chest.

There are also countless colors in his eyes.

This sword is also a reunion for him, so his mood is definitely not calm.

When Ding Ning took this sword, the sound of ten thousand silkworms gnawing through her body began to flow, and Mo Ying’s face became very cold and solemn.

With a horizontal sword on the chest, it represents an invitation to fight, which means that this battle can already begin.

The opponent is only in the sixth stage, but the descendant of that person is repairing the Nine Dead Silkworms. The mood swings at this time are an excellent opportunity for him to shoot, so he does not hesitate to shoot directly.

With a loud sneer, a strong breath of life gushed out of his hand, and a long shadow appeared.

Mo Yingxiu was naturally a sword, but the life thing that appeared in his hand was a spear.

A black long spear is spewing black smoke all over the body, with red flames floating in the smoke, like flowers in hell in full bloom.

“The Dragon Spear.”

Changsun Qianxue’s eyes flashed violently and frowned.

This is the weapon of the old clan leader Gui’s family. It originated from the relics of a certain sect in the You Dynasty. Regardless of its meaning, the strength and power of the weapon itself is definitely not inferior to the many famous swords of the Bashan sword field in the past.

Mo Ying held a gun in both hands, and some small blood beads flew between his fingers. The strong eruption of true essence that had not been seen in many years made the skin of his hands a little difficult to adapt and broke.

His face looked extremely solemn, and as soon as this spear showed its shadow in his hand, a violent breath had already blasted towards Ding Ning.

The sound of mountains moving naturally resounded in the surrounding sky.

This is the natural sound of the massive heaven and earth vitality brought by the grandmaster who moved the mountain realm when he took action. At the same time, the violent aura formed a real mountain and smashed down.

A large amount of invisible heaven and earth vitality and the black smoke from the gun and the cloud of red fire condensed into the shadow of the mountain, locking any of Ding Ning’s dodge directions, the power of this mountain far exceeds the limit of Mo Ying’s cultivation. , Because Mo Ying’s gun was a pry bar.

A pry bar can naturally pry up the weight that would otherwise be impossible to carry.

Ding Ning’s clothes were hunting.

The huge shadow is about to tear his clothes and body together and crush them into powder.

His mood fluctuated extremely violently at this time, but he did not panic because of this. He just followed his heart and passed the extremely fluctuating mood to the sword.

The sword style of his sword is a reunion.

Many years later, the reunion, grievances and hatreds, especially with the weight of life and death, made the emotions extremely complicated.

The beams flowing through the sword shook violently.

The strong and colorful sword in his hand began to vibrate violently.