The Sword Dynasty - 731

Such a four-person squad, even if they are practitioners of the sixth realm, is already a beheading squad that can forcibly attack and kill the seventh realm on the battlefield.

Four practitioners of the seven realms who can form such a perfect killing formation can kill any enemy’s seven realms on the battlefield.

However, when these four killing intents fell on Ding Ning, none of Lin Zhujiu and others on the shore had any plans to shoot.

Because the opponent of these four medicine slaves is Ding Ning, and Ding Ning is an existence that no one of the seven realms can match.

In the Changling City of that year, such an assault team was nothing at all.

So at this time, Lin Zhujiu’s eyes even had a long-lost emotion, a flash of hope.

No one has ever had the perfect sword intent like Wang Jingmeng. When he first saw Wang Jingmeng and saw Wang Jingmeng’s sword, he was amazed.

In the many battles that followed, watching Wang Jingmeng’s opponents and watching his many sword styles was an unspeakable enjoyment for a practitioner like him.

And now, he hasn’t seen such a sword in many years.

The shadow of the shield and the tip of the spear covered Ding Ning on the white beach, and firmly locked Ding Ning’s aura. The two seven-level medicine slaves sensed all the subtle changes in Ding Ning’s body and judged some of his possible movements. .

Ding Ning moved at this moment. He turned sideways without fancy, facing the tip of the gun that came first.

When his body moves, the first thing that changes is the close attendant. The water vapor in the surrounding sky and earth gathers toward the huge horn bow in his hand at an extremely fast speed. The crystal water drops shrink from the two ends of the bow and gather in his. Between his fingers, a gleaming arrow of water was condensed.

There were terrible vitality fluctuations rippling on this crystal water arrow, and the sound of phoenix humming in the air continued.

Ding Ning was a little surprised. He raised his head and glanced at the horn bow in the hands of the Yao Slave, but between this eye, the Yao Slave had a meal.

He can lock Ding Ning’s position, but he can’t make a move.

Because the position Ding Ning was standing at this time was at the corner under the shield, a blind spot that his arrows could not reach.

Ding Ning simply moved on one side and moved forward, and he had already blocked his shot.

Then Ding Ning made a sword.

A very simple sword.

The breath of life gushes out of his hand and turns into a great torture sword.

Several strands of violent vitality appeared in the air, turned into a strange brilliance, and quickly attached to the blade of the great penalty sword.

The blade of the Great Punishment Sword seemed to become thinner and sharper in an instant.

Then his sword was cut on the tip of the spear that pierced him, and then attached to the shield.

The gun is broken, the shield is broken.

This sword just accurately locks the air mechanism of the gun shield, without any fancy.

The tip of the gun fell off Ding Ning’s side, and Ding Ning passed through the cut shield and brushed past the two medicine slaves.

His sword was taken along, and the heads of the two medicine slaves floated up.

Only two of the four drug slaves were left.

The medicine slave with the water arrow on his fingertips did not hesitate. He released the water arrow on his finger, and then pulled out the long knife on his back with his backhand.

In his subconscious, the distance between Ding Ning and him was too close. Under this distance, any subtle body movement of the practitioner could easily avoid the direct blow of the arrow.

However, in his opinion, such an arrow can still win him a certain amount of time, not to mention that there is a flying sword in front of him that brings out countless sword shadows.

There was a boom.

The arrow was shot without any sharp breaking through the air, but a loud noise, and the arrow instantly turned into a water dragon, rushing towards Ding Ning.

That faint green flying sword fell from the sky, and countless sword shadows were mixed together, like countless peacock feathers falling down.

Ding Ning raised his head slightly, he looked at the countless sword shadows, and raised the sword in his hand.

There was a clear crack in the dull loud noise when the water dragon broke through the air.

As soon as the sky full of sword shadows was collected, at the place where Ding Ning’s sword light fell, the faint green flying sword revealed its true body, turning into two broken swords, falling bleakly like a severed dragonfly.

At the same time, Ding Ning’s body had already brushed past the water dragon, and a sword slashed towards the medicine slave who had just pulled out the long knife behind his back.

Said to be cut, in fact, it is more like a stroke.

Because Ding Ning’s sword movements were too smooth and light, and the medicine slave was at the end of his sword.

This sword gave people the feeling that even if the tip of the sword struck the body, it only left a shallow wound. However, the medicine slave facing Ding Ning’s sword did not feel this way at all.

He intuitively felt that the strength of the long sword in his hand could not stop a sword at all. With a tremor in the depths of the body’s Qi Sea, his left hand pulled out the short sword from his waist and sealed it towards Ding Ning’s sword point.

Ding Ning’s eyes fell on him.

There was no change in his sword power, and Jian Guang cut into the gap between the two knives.

The body of the drug slave froze.

He watched Ding Ning’s sword stroke across his chest.

Only a faint red mark was left across the tip of the sword. However, in the next instant, the red marks sneered and the sword energy continued to deepen into his body. His body was cut out like a thin piece of paper.

The last drug slave was coughing up blood.

His natal sword was instantly cut off, causing serious wounds to his sea of anger.

Ding Ning received the sword, his eyes fell on the middle of the eyebrows of the Yao slave.

A red dot appeared on the center of the eyebrows of this Yao slave.

A drop of blood flying in the air was driven by the body of his sword when he took the sword, and it fell on the center of the eyebrows of this medicine slave.

The power of this drop of blood is not powerful, but it is deadly enough for a practitioner whose life is destroyed and the true essence in his body is still violently shaking.

A soft bang sounded from the back of the Yao slave’s head.

A mist of blood surged from behind his head, and then the body of the Yao slave fell softly to the ground.

Ding stood quietly.

The bodies of four Yao slaves were scattered around him.

Looking at this picture, Lin Zhujiu was full of emotion.

Even the practitioners of the seven realms, under such a perfect sword, appear extremely fragile, and seem to be as indistinguishable from the low-level practitioners.

The former Wang Jingmeng was so powerful.

In other words, Ding Ning is now stronger.

…

Lin Zhujiu, Zhang Fifteen and Changsun Qianxue went ashore.

They followed Ding Ning, through the white sandy beach and a mangrove forest, and walked in front of the structures on the floating island.

They couldn’t really see it in the white mist in the distance, and now they saw six rooms and six independent huge warehouses standing in front of them.

These six huge warehouses are all made of gloomy wood in the sea. The sea breeze cannot corrode, but it exudes the smell of time.

Every warehouse is huge, like a huge UFO stranded on the island.