The Sword Dynasty - 606. Chapter 605

Donghu Seng didn’t have any extra thoughts. After comprehending this sword technique, or learning this sword technique, he lifted the stick in his hand and displayed the sword.

Earlier, when Emperor Yuan Wu said that Donghu Monk could not defeat him, the old monk said that he was not necessarily. The most important reason was that he had received Ding Ning’s guidance and realized some unusually powerful sword styles.

So he thought it was possible, originally because of Ding Ning.

At this time in this world, only he and the eldest grandson Qianxue knew Ding Ning’s true identity, so he had absolute confidence in Ding Ning.

Even so, he did not expect Ding Ning to be able to teach swords before the battle.

This is no longer just familiar with opponents like Emperor Yuan Wu. To be able to teach swords before the battle, he must also be very familiar with his cultivation level and physical condition.

The master and apprentice taught the sword and couldn’t be as familiar as his own hair and skin, not to mention that he had only followed Ding Ning all the way to here, and had experienced several battles.

Ding Ning was able to choose a sword move that was suitable for him and was sure that he could instantly comprehend it. Such a realm truly surpassed all the masters in the world.

The staff in his hand, which looks like an old wood, is not only the destiny of his life practice, but also the destiny that has been circulated in the hands of the ascetics before him for many years. Different powerful auras are already a sacred object for practitioners who practice his method.

The sword was cast extremely smoothly, and the tip of the stick in his hand pierced into the sky diagonally, and there was a flash of light on the tip of the stick like a flash in the pan.

At this time, the sky was covered by the chill of the Nine Nether King Sword, the ice and snow were like anger, and the overlapping dark clouds were drawn directly over like distant mountains. With the start of the battle, Changsun Qianxue’s killing intent became even stronger, and the large swaths were like real goose feathers. The gray-black ice and snow of the size had fallen down, as heavy as tiles falling to the ground, puffing.

However, when Dong Hu Seng cast this sword, the overlapping dark clouds and heavy wind and snow were pierced by countless lines of fire from the sky.

A bright golden yellow real fire line fell from a high altitude, and the violent friction with the cold cloud continued to detonate.

In the sky, thousands of trees sparkled.

Many pieces of golden real fire, like the runes on the talisman, madly suck the vitality from the heavens and the earth, and when they pass through these cold clouds, they have turned into pieces of thin golden swords with a certain bone-eroding taste. .

As far as any practitioner’s perception is concerned, as long as such a blade pierces the body, the flesh and bones in the body will be immediately eroded and vanished.

Thousands of swords shot at Emperor Yuanwu from all directions.

This scene is like a miracle.

This sword intent was not unfamiliar to Emperor Yuan Wu. It once appeared in Changling, and appeared in the battle where the world’s strong men gathered to strangle Wang Jingmeng.

Wang Jingmeng once used this sword to directly kill many practitioners, even if he has reached the eighth realm today, he still dare not be half-hearted.

The bright yellow natal sword in his hand was cut upwards.

Countless strands of light that are more dazzling than the golden real fire burst out from his sword with a holy and vast taste.

These dazzling bright lights became a huge phoenix in his body, a kind of legendary beast.

But in the next instant, the majestic vitality belonging to the eight realms in his body burst out.

The sword phoenix shadow was shattered by his own power, and then turned into countless more finely divided sword threads and bright light.

These forces caused a violent shock in the sky, as if a Mount Xumi was directly supporting it.

Changsun Qianxue’s eyes flickered violently, her right hand was almost uncontrollably flowing with a deep blue-black natal vitality, and the Nine Nether King Sword was automatically condensed and slowly appeared in her hand.

She had known that Yuan Wu was no longer the Yuan Wu she was familiar with since the time of the Lushan League, but seeing him in person now still makes her feel unbelievable.

In that instant, Yuan Wu used his natal sword to cast the sword phoenix, and his body used the Daxu Mi sword of the Bashan sword field.

In Yuan Wu’s hands, these two swords directly became a new sword style, a sword style that defended the world’s invincibility.

“Bitter sea crossing!”

Ding Ning had already let out a rapid low drink when Donghu Seng had hesitated to perform the “eclipse of the sky” which he had just understood.

Then the right hand pointed to the sword, and then cast a sword out of thin air.

“Kuhaidu” is a secret sword of the Donghu monk, like a seal carved in his life.

At this moment, hearing such a low drink from Ding Ning, Monk Dong Hu let his body intuition, cast this sword casually.

A gray rod shadow is like the shadow of a sail on a huge sailing ship, cutting through the wind and waves at this time, passing through the invisible Mount Sumi, and tangentially facing Yuanwu.

Then Dong Hu Seng used the third sword, which was the sword that Ding Ning pointed out as the sword just now.

This is a new sword move, and with the flow of the surrounding air, this sword move seems to flow naturally in Donghu Monk’s mind.

The staff in Donghu Seng’s hand shook again.

Three swords are made in one go.

There was a very strange explosion.

Above the head of Emperor Yuan Wu, a white shock wave exploded outwards, and the void appeared like a hole. The staff held tightly in Donghu monk’s hand was now hazy at the tip of the staff, but the center of the white shock wave, But there was a clear tip of the stick piercing toward the top of his head.

Except for Ding Ning and Dong Hu Seng at this time, all of them changed color.

Emperor Yuan Wu’s body had several heads and several arms.

Such a picture is only because Emperor Yuanwu’s movements are too fast at this time, which exceeds the extreme that the eyes and perception of the practitioners present can capture.

There was a loud explosion.

A group of golden flames shattered the scene that appeared in everyone’s eyes.

There was a low muffled grunt.

The figure of Emperor Yuanwu withdrew from the golden flame light group.

There was a faint blood stain on his forehead.

A shocked exclamation sounded.

Those grandmaster-level figures present can be sure that Emperor Yuan Wu did not suffer any serious injuries. However, under Donghu Monk’s three swords, he did not dominate after all, but was injured and bleeding.

“No birth or death.”

Before these shocked exclamations sounded, Ding Ning’s voice rang in Dong Hu Seng’s ears again.

Ding Ning’s face was abnormally solemn, and if there were stars in his eyes that kept shining and extinguishing, each luminescence and extinguishment represented a thought flashing in his sea of consciousness. At this time, he was equivalent to using the hand of Donghu Monk to cast his sword. Donghu Monk was approaching the breakthrough of eight realms, and his spirit was at the perfect time in his life, and Yuan Wu suffered more injuries in the Lushan Union than outside speculations. The heavier.

However, these still do not constitute the possibility of being able to defeat or escape today’s slaying game.

In fact, it was Yuan Wu’s own state of mind that had the deepest influence on Yuan Wu at this time.

It was the shock of seeing him cast these sword moves.

The more he unreservedly revealed these sword moves, the more shock he could give Yuan Wu, the more it made Yuan Wu unable to concentrate his mind.

So while drinking the name of Donghu ascetic monk’s “no birth and death” sword move, Ding Ning cast another sword.

His hand really revealed the light of the natal sword.

An extremely simple, straight and upright sword intent pierced forward, but this sword intent was perfect to the extreme, perfect to the point where all sword masters on the scene felt unattainable.

Dong Hu Seng was also a little puzzled.

This is just a “Breaking Army” sword in the Bashan sword field without any fancy.

Anyone can learn this kind of sword skill, and the simpler the sword intent, if you want to achieve the ultimate perfection, you need talent, and it has nothing to do with the effort of the day after tomorrow.

The power of this sword is also not great, can it be able to play a surprising effect.

He was puzzled, but at this time, he felt the shock of the Yuanwu Emperor’s state of mind.

Between him and a practitioner of the Yuan Wu Emperor’s level, it was like telepathy, and he could intuitively feel that the Yuan Wu Emperor’s Qi machine had a flaw at this time.

Dong Hu Seng suddenly realized.

Only the former Wang Jingmeng can display such a perfect sword intent.

However, this kind of sword intent is reappearing now, how can it not be shocking?

This sword is not for him to use, but to give him opportunities.

The staff in his hand disappeared.

His “no birth and death” means “no birth and death”. There is no possibility that there will be more things in the heavens and the earth for no reason, and no matter will disappear.

No birth, no death, no increase, no decrease.

The staff that disappeared in his hand appeared directly in front of Emperor Yuanwu’s chest, but the vitality of heaven and earth in the area in front of Emperor Yuanwu’s chest had reached his hands and turned into a transparent long sword.