The Sword Dynasty - 577. Chapter 576

Drops of blood fell in the dust at Mo Ying’s feet, blooming like plum blossoms in early spring.

Mo Ying looked down at the blood and dust under her feet, and was silent with a gun in one hand.

The wound on his forehead was not enough to affect his next battle, but it was enough to affect his mood.

The dozen or so practitioners who blocked Changsun Qianxue in front of him are the highest cultivation level in this barracks except him. Even facing opponents like Changsun Qianxue, they can be brave and fearless, maintaining absolute calmness. , But at this moment, seeing the appearance of this wound in his eyebrows, these more than a dozen practitioners were shocked and unable to help themselves, and some of their lips kept trembling.

Just sword style.

In the realm where the Zhenyuan cultivation base is very different from Mo Ying’s, what the other party forcibly cut out such a wound in the center of Mo Ying’s forehead with a sword style.

The sword intent is too perfect.

Although the sword style is extremely subtle and mysterious, but for the display and interpretation of this sword style, this young practitioner of Xuanshan has reached the extreme that they can’t imagine, and it is enough to make them worship swordsmen.

Many old records in Changling have been burned after Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, but at this time they couldn’t help but think of Wang Jingmeng’s comparison with a sword master Zhao Diping Lake in the record. At that time, Wang Jingmeng was only used. Yijian, let the other party take a look, and had already conceded to the convenience.

The emperor of swords only worships all swords in the world.

Now the Nine Dead Silkworms officially appeared in the sun, and the “that person” who had disappeared became real again.

The countless invisible small silkworms in Ding Ning’s body were truly released for the first time. Unspeakable joy and restlessness, the fine voices constantly and clearly passed into Mo Ying’s ears. The dagger that was blooming with rich colors was spinning around Ding Ning’s body in circles at this time, bringing out dazzling light marks in the air, showing full of prestige and arrogance.

Feeling Ding Ning’s calm breath, Mo Ying slowly said, “You want to rise to power.”

His voice spread through the barracks, and everyone immediately understood what he meant.

A few years ago, Changling had already circulated the news that the Nine Dead Silkworms were born. Only Wang Jingmeng knew that the Nine Dead Silkworms were unique. The Nine Dead Silkworms were born and naturally represented his descendants.

Over the years, the Nine Dead Silkworms have been hidden in the dark, wandering in the legend and reality, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the real. However, since it is about to appear, whether it is the invincible technique of the Nine Dead Silkworms or the once invincible legend of the Bashan sword field The way and timing of appearance will never be mediocre.

Crossing the border to defeat an opponent like Mo Ying is the best appearance.

Many people stood on the opposite side of the Bashan sword field, just because that person died and believed that that person had no descendants.

When it is determined that the person is left behind and is as strong as the old person, many people may change their approach.

“Victory against me, announced the official return of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and began to take back the things from the Bashan sword field… Let the world know that this is the far-reaching significance of this battle.” Mo Ying slowly raised her head, but did not respond. Ding Ning shook his head, “But you have to defeat me first. I don’t believe that moves can surpass the cultivation base itself.”

When his words sounded, the tip of his gun lifted off the ground and flew up.

His body also seemed to be pried up by this magic dragon gun, and flew to Ding Ning with this gun.

There was not much release of true essence, the surrounding sky rumbling, the heaven and earth vitality that moved like a mountain, all rolled into his body and the spear in his hand.

He merged with the whole spear, and rammed Ding Ning very domineeringly and simply.

There are no moves.

Just collided and crushed.

When everything is simple to the extreme, the harder it is to break the law.

Looking at his shot, Ding Ning naturally knew the danger, but his eyes didn’t even have the slightest ripple. He even had a foreboding that Mo Ying would make such a shot.

Because he was not exactly the identity that Mo Ying and those in the barracks expected at this time.

He has experience that Mo Ying and these people have not imagined, and have faced many completely similar scenes.

So he has already prepared for it.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi…

In the air around his body, among the thick and dazzling light traces brought out by that flying sword, sword light suddenly burst out at the same time.

The sword light, thin as a piece of paper, clung to each other tightly, rotating rapidly, as if there were thousands of small swords rotating at the same time.

Jianguang surrounded his body, completely enclosing his figure inside.

The sword light that rotates in one direction as a whole, at this moment, looks like a big top and a stone mill.

The black spear spewing red flame slammed into the rotating sword light fiercely.

Jianguang wrapped Ding Ning’s body, and kept moving backwards, but the tip of the gun couldn’t get in!

The sword light continued to sharpen the tip of the gun, and the tip of the gun was red and black smoke scattered, and countless gold stars burst out of it!

“Millstone Sword Art!”

Among the dozen or so practitioners who had formed a formation and had been in agitated mood for a long time, some people finally couldn’t control their emotions and screamed.

Mo Ying’s lips tightened like a thread, and the Dragon Spear in her hand began to vibrate, but this time it was not just because his mood was upset again, but also from real friction.

The Millstone Sword Jue, like the Nine Dead Silkworms, is also a symbol of Wang Jingmeng.

The Grindstone Sword Art is known as the best sword sutra for defense in the world, and it is also the sword sutra that can grind the dead. In the past, Wang Jingmeng used this sword sutra a lot when he encountered some opponents whose true essence cultivation base was stronger than himself. Kill.

In the entire Bashan sword field, he alone has mastered this sword scripture, because this sword scripture is related to the subtle control of countless sword light circulation, which is like engraving countless runes in an instant.

Now, the Grindstone Sword Art has reappeared, and he couldn’t get in with a single blow from Jane’s magic dragon spear.

This sword was not only a broken move, it also broke his confidence.

In Jianguang and Feihuo, a mouthful of blood rushed into Ding Ning’s throat, but Ding Ning swallowed the mouth of blood reversibly, and at the same time, the five fingers of his left hand moved again, as if affected. Several invisible strings.

Several silky sword lights appeared behind Mo Ying, attacking several spots on his back.

Mo Ying suddenly woke up with a weird cry, the guns were still squatting, but his whole body was already flying upwards.

With a few puffs, several trails of blood poured out from his feet, and a few more wounds.

Ding Ning raised his head.

His calm eyes burst into extreme anger at this moment.

The flying sword spinning outside him accelerated like an explosion, no longer like a flying sword, but like a giant stick flying horizontally in the air, chasing Mo Ying, who had turned into a black spot in the upper air.

This sword is for “Heaven Wrath”.

With this sword, he took a path of pure power.

The true essence in his body was gushing, pulling the heaven and earth vitality from all directions in the sky, and the countless small silkworms in his body also surged wildly, spitting out the inner strength.

Streams of nine dead silkworms erupted into the sky, looking like a stream of silk extending to the sky.

“How can it be!”

The cultivators in the barracks looked up at the sky, each of them opened their mouths but couldn’t breathe, and looked like a fish about to die.

They couldn’t understand why Ding Ning would adopt such a sword style.

There are countless methods even for pursuing, but Ding Ning’s sword is purely sturdy power.

No matter how strong the power of the six realms is, what advantage can be gained by fighting hard with the power of the seven realms?

Mo Ying’s mouth twitched slightly.

The sword wire severed several muscles on his feet, and the intense pain made his mind even dizzy.

Perceiving the sword chasing from below, Mo Ying turned the pain he hadn’t experienced for a long time into an angry shout.

In the thunderous anger, he held a gun in both hands and slammed it down.

The pitch-black gunfire bends, and then straightens, with a roar of huge power, the flying sword coming from under the foot is in the middle.