The Sword Dynasty - 616. Chapter 615

“Your skin and hair is from your parents.”

Fusu stopped thinking about any reason Ding Ning had said, but bowed his head and said: “If my death can bury an enemy like you that makes them worry, then I would rather die.”

Ding Ning didn’t say anything, his mood was very peaceful, in a sense, he was even a little relieved, because he didn’t read Fusu wrong.

The darkness of this night seemed to be extraordinarily long, the dark shadows of the night demon ape were restless in the sky not far away, and the red eyes were like ghost fires in the darkness.

With the passage of time, the old monk of Donghu still did not open his eyes, but the night demon apes in the sky first felt a strange breath, from just waiting and suppressed agitation of bloodthirsty to a kind of agitation. Facing the restlessness of unknown fear.

In the face of crises and some subtle changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, the instinctive perception of most monsters even exceeds that of powerful practitioners.

The abnormalities of these monsters naturally awakened the waiting masters.

These few masters could not capture exactly where this change in the vitality of heaven and earth came from, but in the next few breaths, they determined that this incomprehensible change in Qi came from the old monk Donghu, who was still closed.

There was a loud voice in the sky suddenly.

It was amazing vitality that was flowing and oscillating with their violently fluctuating mood.

These masters finally understood what Ding Ning was waiting for first when staying here.

Even Changsun Qianxue didn’t really react until then. In the loud voice that rang in the sky, she looked at the old monk Donghu beside her in shock, and asked Ding Ning, “He’s not healing, he’s breaking the realm. ?”

“Breakthrough is the best healing method.”

Ding Ning looked at her and said: “At this time, we finally have a chance to survive.”

For the master of the seven realms, the eight realms itself is a kind of mysterious and unpredictable unknown realm. The grandson Qianxue believes that even Ding Ning was only a guess before, and it was only at this time that it could be confirmed because of the previous relationship with Emperor Yuanwu. In the battle, this old monk who had touched the edge of the eight realms finally truly grasped the opportunity to break the realm.

In battle, breaking the realm at the time of life and death is not without precedent, but in the entire history of the practice world, stepping into the eight realms in the battle is truly without any precedent.

The old monk Donghu had already appeared signs of stepping into the eight realms, and there had been changes in the seven realms of Qi in this world.

There may be a second practitioner who stepped into the eight realms in the world, and this eight realm practitioner is the waiter who guards Ding Ning.

However, neither Ding Ning nor Changsun Qianxue had a warm and relaxed expression at this time.

Because no one can predict how long it will take him to break the realm, and the waiting masters will not allow him to break the realm.

The magnificent mountain-like sound that sounded in the sky purely caused by the movement of heaven and earth’s vitality instantly turned into a variety of sharp cutting and breaking air, and then turned into a violent killing intent.

Between Fusu’s life and whether to wait to create an eight-level enemy of the Great Qin Empire, these masters made the same choice at the same time.

Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue looked at each other deeply, then looked up at the sky.

They know that this may also be their last time.

Changsun Qianxue waved her hand and cut out a cold sword light.

The sword intent contained in this cold sword light makes people unable to help but think of the pool of cold water in the lonely courtyard, or the winter and spring, the flowers that are always calm by the pool are blooming. But no one came to this plant and stopped.

This kind of sword intent is to wait.

A person’s loneliness and waiting.

For many years in Changling, the grandson Qianxue didn’t know Ding Ning’s true identity. She cherished the deepest love and the deepest hatred.

She was waiting for a chance for revenge, and also buried herself, waiting for someone who would never return.

This is the sword intent she has developed in more than ten years, and is the strongest sword she has realized in Changling these years.

At such a moment, she slashed out the sword without hesitation.

Several unbelievable exclamations and a scream of horror sounded at the same time.

This cold sword light easily cut through a sword curtain like a huge divine boat, and directly cut off a grandmaster.

But at the same time, two sword intents like heaven’s punishment also fell at the same time.

A glorious sunset fell towards the old monk Donghu.

A hazy mist fell towards Changsun Qianxue.

Ding Ning’s throat was filled with blood and blood, and a layer of bitterness appeared on his face.

His right hand moved slightly, countless silk sword ribbons frantically gushing out from his body, like a canopy of fireworks bursting out of his hand.

The dancing sword silk stretches out like a fluttering piano string, and the air is full of fine white flowers.

These flowers penetrated the mist and directly destroyed the vitality rules of this sword.

Countless scoffs and gas leaks sounded, this violent sword, when approaching Changsun Qianxue, there was not much power left.

Ding Ning’s lips began to bleed, and there was no blood flowing out of the wound on his body, but the torn of flesh and blood deepened by a few minutes.

The world in front of him is a little hazy, and his consciousness is a little fuzzy.

He was close to the limit. Among the two sword lights that attacked Donghu Monk and Changsun Qianxue, he chose to block the sword that hit Changsun Qianxue.

This was not because of the close relationship, but because he knew that the grandson Qianxue could not stop this sword at all, but the old monk in the broken realm had a glimmer of hope that he could stop such a blow.

The air outside of the old monk Donghu suddenly folded in layers, as if a crystal of crystal was about to burst.

This is obviously in the world of perception, and the old monk has also noticed the coming of killing intent and has already begun to react.

However, this kind of reaction was almost instinctive, and it seemed that the old monk Donghu had no time to get away from the juncture that was about to break the border quickly, and then blocked the sword.

Ding Ning’s heart fell to the bottom in an instant.

Within a radius of more than ten feet, even the old monk himself had no time to stop this sword. Then who else in the world could stop this sword?

The death of the old monk Donghu is equal to the death of him and the eldest son Qianxue.

Ding Ning was too late to say or do anything, he just subconsciously wanted to hold Changsun Qianxue’s hand.

At this moment, a sword light emerged from the darkness in the distance, from the plains of the wasteland, and with a touch of Ding Ning’s familiar aura, it fell towards the Donghu Monk.

An angry voice resounded in the sky again.

When this exclamation sounded, the two sword lights had already met.

There was a crack, and the two sword lights collided with each other, as if the crisp ice edge was broken.

The place where the sword light started was at least nearly one hundred feet away, but the sword light within ten feet was actually intercepted by the sword light nearly one hundred feet away.

Only then did Ding Ning resume breathing.

He knew who the person was, and there was only one person in the world who had such a quick method.