The Sword Dynasty - 608. Chapter 607

His demeanor is very calm, somewhat focused, but he feels more proficient.

At the moment when the sword was released, the natal sword was condensed in his hand, and the posture of the sword had already been practiced many times, and finally grasped the true meaning and became an instinctive feeling in life.

In fact, there is no trajectory that must be followed for any sword move, just like some painters can copy any fine line of a masterpiece, even if they are exactly the same, but still copy the charm of not famous masters, the sword moves are the same. But people are different, each person’s true essence is different, and even the sword in his hand is different, the ultimate pursuit is a perfect fit.

Therefore, the strongest and most perfect sword intent is that the sword move and the practitioner himself, the sword in his hand, and his spiritual will, are in complete harmony with the entire world at this time.

Every sword has this realm, but even some of the simplest sword styles, most swordsmen in this world can’t make it perfect.

At this time, Ding Ning’s sword made everyone feel that it was perfect to the extreme, and it was impossible for even imagination to imagine a more perfect state.

The natal sword in his hand released a heart-palpitating breath to his heart’s content.

Jianguang whirled around his body like a grinding disc.

All the nine dead silkworms in his body recovered, and his figure disappeared into countless pale beams at this moment.

Except for the grandson Qianxue and the old monk Donghu, everyone was panicked.

In addition to the Nine Dead Silkworms, there is this Grindstone Sword Art.

This is Wang Jingmeng’s unique grindstone sword art.

The most important thing is that in addition to the former Wang Jingmeng, there are now people who have perfectly displayed the Grindstone Sword Art in front of them.

Even this kind of sword art can be performed perfectly, what about Wang Jingmeng’s other sword styles?

Emperor Yuanwu suddenly felt cold, even a bit chilling.

Hei Yue and Jing Dao have not yet met the Grindstone Sword Intent, but with Ding Ning’s sword, he already knows the result of their encounter.

However, he could not intervene at this time.

The staff that exudes ten thousand feet of golden light arrived in front of him like the legendary descending magic pestle, and his body bones were pressed by the huge force to make a slight crack.

He can only step back again.

There were some traces of feet walking on the ground, and then the ground exploded, like huge mud lotus blossoms.

The sky opened again, and a huge silver beam fell on the staff. Time seemed to be still, except that the radius of a radius of a hundred meters suddenly dimmed, and the light was swallowed.

The old monk Donghu and the Emperor Yuanwu snorted at the same time, and the bodies of the two people did not show signs of depression until then.

Heyue and Jingdao met Jianguang outside Ding Ning at this time.

Countless sparks burst out from the rotating sword light, just like countless stars are constantly disillusioning.

Ding Ning’s body heard a strange sound like the bursting of bubbles. This was the collision of the True Qi and Qi and blood in his body. It was like countless flowers blooming in his body, and it was tearing his flesh and blood and meridians at the same time.

His sword light shredded Black Moon and Crystal Knife, but countless subtle forces still cut on his body, instantly causing a lot of subtle blood mouths to appear on his body.

However, he was alive after all.

With one enemy and two, he blocked the wrong blow of Ye Xiao and Sima with such a sword.

“Sima wrong.”

Ding Ning said to Changsun Qianxue.

Of course, this is not a sword move but a direction of attack.

Even the eldest grandson Qianxue had just made an all-out effort to kill a powerful practitioner who might be related to the Minshan Sword Sect, but Ding Ning knew that she had such an ability.

The Nine Nether King Sword is still not fully formed in the sky above the powerful practitioner who was killed, but a gray snow trail has broken the wind, and it falls to Sima Co as if it is alive with the eyes of Changsun Qianxue. Binocular.

Sima gave a stern stern, very simple cut and beat. Such a simple sword gesture is not good-looking, but it is very practical.

The gray snow trail was cut into two parts, the strength was inconsistent, and then it was shot apart.

There was a boom.

The gray snow trail was only a faint one, but when it was photographed, it was like a snow mountain collapsed, and the world in front of him was completely covered by flying snow.

The broad dagger in Sima’s wrong hand was shaking, his complexion was already extremely ugly, he couldn’t imagine that the old lady of the Gongsun family actually had such power.

However, at this moment, his entire body hair exploded, and a strong death threat made him scream like a cat with its tail stepped on, and jumped up.

A tiny golden light flew out of the shadow behind him and fell on his back.

It was a tiny golden lotus, flawless, as if it were condensed from the purest sunlight.

At the same time, the tip of Changsun Qianxue’s eyebrows also lit up with a little golden flame, just like the pure golden yellow that many rich women put on their makeup.

The power accumulated in Sima Co’s body in the screams poured out frantically. The true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth filled every inch of the meridian and flesh and blood in his body, causing his whole body to swell outward, as if there was one. Even more true, my Sima wrong wanted to rush out of his body to avoid the tiny golden light.

The power pouring crazily from his body condensed the heaven and earth vitality that fell like a mountain, forming countless criss-cross gray sword auras, exuding a strong sense of corruption, like a cage formed by countless dead bones.

In the next instant, it was like two invisible giant ships collided in front of Sima Cuo, and the terrifying air wave instantly threw his body to a higher altitude.

Puff puff puff

Several fountains of blood gushed out of his body, blood was flying in the gusty wind, and his body shrank rapidly like a leaking ball.

There was even a horrible bone-thinning wound on his left face, and even a small part of his ear was missing. However, Sima Cuo had only luck in his heart at this time.

He was glad that he was still alive.

It’s not just that the opponent’s strength is far beyond his imagination, but more than ten years have passed, he himself has forgotten some facts that should not be forgotten, ignoring that the opponent is not only the master of the Nine Nether King Sword, she is also a grandson. The only descendant of the family.

In the past, the Gongsun family, who was the first of the old powerful family members, not only possessed power, but also some powerful cultivation methods and secret techniques. The “heart lotus” described by means.

Ye Xiao’s figure also appeared in the sky.

He stepped down from the top of the mountain, and a natal sword appeared in his hand.

His people are as mysterious as the natal sword. Until this time, many practitioners present saw that his natal sword was also deep black, like the eternal night. However, the black body of the sword is formed by intertwining nine scaled swords.

These nine black scale swords are like nine black poisonous snakes.

The natal sword fell faster than his body. It flew in front of him and divided into nine paths in the air. These nine flying swords flew in different trajectories in the air, falling strangely from all directions to Changsun Qianxue. .

The heart is useless. It is impossible for a practitioner to be distracted and command two flying swords at the same time.

Along with these nine swords, there are several other strong killing intents.

Sima is not the only one in this train.

Changsun Qianxue could no longer stop such Nine Swords, let alone stop the killing intent of those masters.

However, she and the old monk beside Ding Ning can.

He has half leisure at this time.

Several stick shadows appeared in the air.

The sound of dong dong dong dong several times, like a drum, Ye Xiao’s nine swords and the sword intent of the several masters were all repelled and blocked back and forth.

At this moment, the old monk’s shot was almost perfect.

At least in the space of a few feet around him, his speed is absolutely perfect.

In the past, there was absolutely no practitioner in the world who could believe that a practitioner of the same seven realms could block attacks from many practitioners of the seven realms like three heads and six arms.

But at this time Yuan Wu also had leisure.

How can Yuan Wu’s shot be broken?

“go.”

It is impossible for Ding Ning not to know this. His body was full of blood, no blood was seen, but his face was extremely pale. It’s just that there is still no panic in his eyes at this time, but a kind of harshness that is not usually present.

With a scream, he just squeezed the hand of the grandson Qianxue next to him, and rushed into the car line.

He was seriously injured at this time, his strength was too weak for the surrounding seven realms, and his speed appeared to be very slow, but the most important thing was that Changsun Qianxue knew his intentions with this grip.

Her strength and speed far surpassed all the seven realms in the queue, including the night owl falling in the sky.

The bodies of her and Ding Ning faded in an instant, and then horribly accelerated in the air, bringing out a long, hazy shadow.

With a bang, the car where Sima Co had stood before was shattered by the force she and Ding Ning had reached when they arrived.

Among the shattered chariots were two practitioners.

One of the young men was sitting on the ground with blood spurting from his mouth while the car wheel shattered, while the other cultivator was dancing wildly in his sleeves, and a sword light pierced the heart of the grandson Qianxue.

There was a soft sound.

What was penetrated was not the heart of the grandson Qianxue, but the heart of this practitioner.

Donghu Monk’s figure appeared beside Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue, his hand stretched straight, and the staff was stretched straight, piercing the practitioner’s heart.

Emperor Yuanwu had already stood firm, but at this time Donghu Monk had already killed a strong man, he still hadn’t made a move.

A cry of exclamation sounded in the chariot, but there was also no killing intent to Changsun Qianxue and Ding Ning.

This reason naturally comes from the young man in the chariot.