The Sword Dynasty - 607. Chapter 606

A huge wave was set off in the sea of knowledge of Emperor Yuan Wu.

His mind was shaken, Ding Ning’s perfect sword intent had no intention of imitating at all. In his perception, it was the old man who wielded such a sword in battle.

The strongest emotion was drawn from the depths of his heart.

This strongest emotion is deep fear.

Maintaining him and Zheng Xiu these years, making him tolerate everything Zheng Xiu did, not because of his passion for Zheng Xiu, but because of the reappearance of the Nine Dead Silkworms and the Grindstone Sword Art. Fear.

He knows better than anyone the horror of that person, especially that person killed the dead corpse in the last battle in Changling. He saw the whole process from a distance, and it was similar to those strong men who were killed by that person. Compared with that, he is not necessarily too good. Even he can be sure that if that person hadn’t killed so many top powerhouses, perhaps he was not the first to cross the seven realms and enter the eight realms in the world today.

So he didn’t just worry about that person and Bashan sword field’s deeds and burned the history books. The bigger reason was that the fear of that person deep down in his heart made him unwilling to hear the person’s name and recall that person. Is powerful.

The strength of that person accompanied his growth throughout his life, from being a threatened prince to now becoming the strongest emperor in the world. This kind of fear is also part of his body, coming from the depths of his soul and cannot be controlled at all.

The vitality in his body was also shaking, unable to prevent Donghu Monk from coming into being with this stick. However, he was the only eight realm powerhouse in the world at this time, and he knew the vitality rules that the seven realms could not understand.

When the power of this rod was about to shatter his body in the air, a little light appeared on his forehead.

A unique source of vitality in his body turned into a beam of light and shot upwards, causing vitality induction in the extremely high altitude without any time difference.

There is a majestic vitality in the sky.

This vitality is above the air layer, and in the words of the practitioner’s world, it is beyond this world and comes from the starry sky.

For ordinary practitioners, the power of the starry sky cannot be sensed and communicated at all, because the limit of the spiritual power of the practitioner is impossible to clearly perceive the rules of vitality in the sky so high, so the average practitioner will treat this heaven and earth. The external vitality is called Jihan vitality and cannot be used. Only a handful of people like Zheng Xiu have cultivated a unique technique that can use a certain method to reflect a corner of the dying starry sky like a mirror, so as to perceive some of the vitality rules and use the vitality power in it.

However, the eight realms are different.

In the records of some classics in the world of practitioners, the eight realms can break through this limitation. Although they cannot peek into a certain corner of the starry sky like those techniques, they can instantly draw the horrible vitality from the edge of the intersection of heaven and earth and the starry sky. Use it for yourself.

This kind of realm is like opening another world, so the seven realms of the practitioner’s world are called moving mountains, and the eight realms are called Qitian.

When Yuan Wu fully used such power at this time, the picture that fell into everyone’s eyes was like a real Qitian. A huge silver light beam fell from a high-altitude town that was beyond the reach of eyesight, and landed on that one. Hit the staff on his chest.

In the majestic silver beam, the staff was as small as a cow’s hair.

Strangely and completely different from the vitality familiar to practitioners in this world, the vitality of the stars binds this staff inside. The floating staff is in the silver light, as if constantly being refined, wisps of purple-red emerges. Smoke.

Seeing that the tip of the stick and Yuan Wu’s body are only a few feet away, but they can’t be touched, even the vitality of this divine object is being wiped out, and gradually out of his control, Donghu Monk’s face is still like a dry tree. There is no change in the skin.

This staff was only half the power of his strike, and half of the power was held in his hand.

The ground beneath him was sunken, and his figure was directly transformed into a faint smoke shadow in the air. Holding this transparent long sword in his hand, he also reached Yuan Wu’s side at this moment, with a sword facing Yuan Wu. The place of anger.

Ye Xiao and Sima Co changed their colors at the same time, and they couldn’t imagine how this sword would be resolved.

Sometimes the victory or defeat of a battle is not only in the level of the realm, but also in the time.

Yuan Wu’s previous mood swings were too violent, and now this sword is a time he can’t take care of.

They didn’t even dare to think about what the whole world would look like if Emperor Yuanwu died here.

However, at this moment, Donghu Monk, whose cultivation base was second only to Yuan Wu, sensed something before them, and raised his head slightly.

A faint white line of fire has fallen into the sky.

This is a spark.

Starfire is full of powerful and indifferent sword intent.

There was a soft sniff.

Dong Hu Seng let go of the transparent long sword, and he returned to his original position.

A pale light spot appeared on the transparent long sword, and then it was pierced by the star fire, and it burned violently.

Then there was a loud bang.

There was another violent explosion in front of Yuan Wu’s body.

Yuan Wu retreated more than ten feet, without any wounds on his body, but his face was pale for a few minutes.

Changsun Qianxue took a deep breath.

The spark naturally came from Zheng Xiu.

Every time she saw such a spark, she always couldn’t control her anger.

At this moment, she vaguely hoped that the spark of fire would fall on Yuan Wu’s body, but the adulterer in her eyes had the same fear in her heart, but this sword blocked the sword of Dong Hu Seng’s victory.

A touch of bitterness appeared at the corner of Ding Ning’s mouth.

No matter how many steps Yuanwu Emperor retreats, no matter how many injuries he suffers, as long as the Yuanwu Emperor is still alive, they will still be the most powerful existence in this time, and they will never escape the shadow of death. .

And he knew very well that from this moment on, their situation would be more difficult.

Yuan Wu can still take a wrong step, but as long as they take a wrong step, only death will greet them.

Because at this time, Sima Cuo, Ye Xiao and others have determined that Yuanwu alone cannot solve this battle.

The wind roared, accompanied by countless white ice and snow.

The grandmaster who appeared with Ye Xiao has already taken the first shot.

This grandmaster had no reputation in Changling, and even Ding Ning didn’t know his origins, but what he cultivated was also extremely cold sword intent, and even made Ding Ning feel the smell of the sword snow of Minshan Mountain.

The kind of coldness is not as deep as the Nine Nether King Sword, but the sharpness is worse than that.

When this grandmaster took out the sword with a solemn face, and the instant he swung the white and flawless long sword in his hand, thousands of white ice swords appeared in the world in front of him.

These ice swords and the powerful force released by the natal sword in his hand formed a huge snow-white sword dragon, dancing wildly in the air, and swallowing it towards Changsun Qianxue.

In the sky above the snow white stegosaurus, there was a dark shadow.

Ye Xiao’s figure disappeared, but a black crescent moon fell from the sky with a terrifying killing intent.

Sima Cuo naturally wouldn’t give up such an excellent opportunity to take action. He burst out a deep and stern shout, and his vitality seemed to be feminine at this time, but he exploded with the most violent and violent power at this time.

A broad and broken gray broadsword appeared in his hand. The sword moved with the intention of the sword. Masses of heaven and earth vitality were forcibly aggregated to form a crystal wall of swords, which cut across towards Changsun Qianxue.

No one of the seven realms can withstand the combination of such three powerhouses, even the Donghu Seng may not be able to.

Changsun Qianxue also knew that she couldn’t. Her body unconsciously moved towards Ding Ning, just wanting to be closer at this moment.

“Coward!”

“Kill this Minshan Jianxue first.”

However, Ding Ning’s cold voice has spread to Dong Hu Seng and her ears.

“Cowardly” is a killer move developed by the Donghu Monk.

Needless to say at this time, Dong Hu Seng felt it in his heart and stretched his hands towards the sky in front of him.

The staff trembling in the silver beam of light spun and danced frantically, instantly bringing out a golden light, breaking away from the shackles of the silver beam, and smashing towards Emperor Yuanwu.

Ding Ning did not know the name of the cultivator who used the Snow White Sword Dragon, but at this time he replaced the four words “Minshan Jianxue” when he told Changsun Qianxue, Changsun Qianxue stopped thinking at all, Jiu Nyouming Wang Jian disappeared in her hand, turning into countless gray-black crystal grains.

Changsun Qianxue and Ding Ning have lived in seclusion together in Changling for many years. Many times, she didn’t want to think about it, and she had absolute trust in Ding Ning.

At this moment, she didn’t care about Ye Xiao and Sima’s wrong killer moves, and all the power rushed towards the practitioner.

Gray-black ice crystal particles traveled through the air and collided with thousands of white swords.

Countless snow-white flowers exploded in an instant.

The unnamed cultivator was shocked, and countless snow-white flowers formed in front of him like a huge white flower tree, but the gray-black crystal grains had been thrown out and re-stacked into a sword.

There was infinite fear in the eyes of this cultivator. It was hard for him to believe that it was also the sword intent of cultivating extreme cold. He was completely unable to stop the opponent’s blow. The most important thing was that he couldn’t believe it, and the grandson Qianxue ignored it. The other two killing intents, all the power is poured into this sword.

With a pop, the Nine Nether King Sword pierced his chest.

In that instant, the Nine Nether King Sword transformed into countless gray-black ice crystal particles, which were transmitted from his body.

His body instantly disintegrated, turning into countless icy debris splashing out.

This powerful master disappeared from the world.

However, at the same time, the black crescent moon and the wall-like crystal knife have fallen to Changsun Qianxue.

This is also the time when she can’t fight back and defend.

She waited quietly, looking at Ding Ning.

Ding Ning stood quietly and took out his sword.