The Sword Dynasty

Zhang Yi had never shot, he just watched the battle between Ding Ning and Su Qin with anxiety, but at this time, when he saw the true elements in Su Qin pouring out, his complexion suddenly changed.

His feet paused slightly, and he was about to fly away.

However, at this moment, the ink that had not been moving also took a deep breath, pouring the true qi accumulated in the arm into the Xuepu sword in his hand.

The air between him and Zhang Yi clearly produced transparent textures.

At the next moment, the Xuepu sword in his hand seemed to be completely burned, blooming countless gods.

Instead, his figure seemed to be picked up by the power of this Xuepu sword, flying straight forward, and a sword stab at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's temperament is gentle, and his sword is as lustrous as jade, and it is very warm and abnormal.

It was only at this moment that he felt the real murderous intention in Su Qin's sword, and he was no longer gentle.

A deep sipping squirted out of his lips, and the sapphire-like sword body suddenly burst into countless white qi.

These sword qi gathered at the tip of the sword at an alarming speed, and instantly turned into a white hill.

He carried the sword with all his strength, pryed the hill, and smashed it towards the dust.

This is the Aries sword.

The Aries sword scripture is the most difficult to master, and it is also one of the most powerful swords.

There was a loud bang.

Mo Chen only felt that he was hit by a real hill, and the pure pure element, even with the violent sword body, directly invaded his qi sea.

An anti-blood gushed out of his mouth, and he instantly stepped back more than ten steps.

Zhang Yi turned around, but there was no joy in his face.

Because at this time Su Qin had already made a sword.

With the constant small movements of his wrist, the entire purple long sword curled up strangely, forming a hollow twisted dragon.

This hollow twisted dragon, like a scabbard, accurately captured Ding Ning's sword potential and enveloped Ding Ning's residual sword and half of his arms.

When Su Qin's sword stabbed out, Li Daoji on the viewing platform took a subconscious step forward, and his hand fell on the sword handle on his chest.

There was a strong chill in the hearts of almost all the students on the viewing platform.

"This bastard!"

Di Qingmei's face also changed drastically, so angry that the green air in his sleeve almost couldn't control the broken air and flew out.

Originally, he had no good intentions for Ding Ning, but Xue Wuxu's few words not only gave him a lot of insights in practice, but also made him truly reflect on his way of standing.

His views on Ding Ning and Zhang Yi and all other Baiyangdong disciples have fundamentally changed.

At this moment, Su Qin's sword is so fierce that every part of the curly blade and the blade has a strong lethality. Now his sword power covers Ding Ning's half of the arm, and it is not just about to win. Ding Ning's sword is so simple, if this sword is implemented, the meridian and skeleton of Ding Ning's half arm will be broken.

And this sword was born when Su Qin exhausted all the real elements. In terms of speed and strength, Ding Ning could not compare with it. Now the sword is already like a cage, which contains Ding Ning's sword and half of his arms... this sword , Even he couldn't figure out how to break it.

"Su Qin is too toxic, where is this trial of the same class!"

When Su Qin's sword momentum was first exhibited, Xie Changsheng was very angry and scolded.

Xie Rou's body was cold, and she has always been a woman stronger than many men. However, at this moment, there was a strong sense of helplessness in her body.

Gu Xichun's mouth showed a scornful and ridiculous smile, and the terrible scene of Ding Ning's arms with bloody flesh and bone debris splashing appeared in his eyes. However, in his view, this was Ding Ning's own request.

Everyone can see Su Qin's intention, but everyone has no time to stop Su Qin's sword.

The rotating sword body enveloped Ding Ning's residual sword and half of his arm, and began to tighten and curl like a willow that quickly lost moisture.

Such a curl even makes the rhythm of the sword body different, just like many swords with different speeds, attacking Ding Ning's arm with sword blade and sword blade respectively.

There is not much room for maneuvering in a very small space. In such a space, Ding Ning's arm cannot swing, and it is impossible to exhibit any delicate sword style.

Even the peak power of the Qi Refining Realm is not enough at this moment to compete with the power of Su Qin Zhen Yuan Realm.

No one seems to be able to change the ending of Ding Ningjian's arm rest.

However, there seemed to be something unusual happening in the cold air.

Su Qin looked at Ding Ning coldly, and there was a sudden uneasiness in his heart.

Because Ding Ning's expression is still very calm at the moment, and even seems to be calm.

His hand holding the hilt became tighter, and his knuckles became whiter with force.

...

Ding Ning is more calm than Su Qin imagined.

Because in everyone's view this unbreakable and dangerous sword is that he is nothing at all.

Compared with the real masterpieces in the world, this sword of Su Qin at the moment is just a kid's toy.

Of course, with his real cultivation at the moment and the realm, there is only one way to deal with this sword of Su Qin.

However, as long as there is a way, it is enough.

At the moment when Su Qin's sword body quickly tightened like a dehydrated willow leaf, the true energy in his body poured into the hands of many unused runes in the residual sword of the end of the flower, and at the same time poured into those extremely small, flat Straight like a crack in the extension of the hilt.

Many thin white flowers on the blade of the dark green residual sword in his hand flew out into the air in front with a poignant atmosphere, and then disappeared.

Then the dark green sword really cracked and spread out.

The dark green sword body is like a big flower spreading out into countless sword filaments, and as the true Qi swims away, these sword filaments are still spreading rapidly in the air and become longer.

All breathing on the viewing platform stopped completely.

Everyone, including Di Qingmei, was shocked and stunned. Some people even lost their souls. How could such a thing happen?

Ding Ning's arms were kept straight and motionless in the contracted purple long sword. However, these scattered sword filaments had already fallen on Su Qin's palm, between Su Qin's wrist and on Su Qin's arm.

Many of the blades of Su Qin's purple long sword are also only a short distance away from Ding Ning's arm, but Ding Ning's face is still calm and calm, and even breathing is not a trace of disorder.

He just kept the output of true energy, letting those sword filaments pierce into Su Qin's flesh disorderly, cut off the muscles in Su Qin's flesh, and even pierce his bones.

Only at this moment, Su Qin's hands swelled with countless tiny blood flowers!

His proud face instantly turned white and twisted.

He let out an extremely sad scream, flying backwards like a big injured bird.

The purple long sword could cut Ding Ning's arm with only a single line, but all the muscles and muscles were punctured, and even the bones were pierced with holes. He couldn't use half of his strength at all.

There was a bang.

The curly purple long sword spiraled out of control, and it collided with many sword filaments in the air, bursting many small sparks.

However, what shocked many people on the viewing platform was that the sharp blade of this perilla long sword was cut on those seemingly thin sword filaments, but none of them could be cut.

After a moment of dispersion and softness, those sword silks suddenly recovered their hardness and straightness, quickly gathered, and turned into a dark green residual sword again.

Su Qin retreated sadly, and the sharp swept back left the sword silk with more broken flesh and bone debris as he pulled away from his arm.

His left hand was distorted like a boneless claw. In the wailing, he called out the question many people want to ask at the moment: "What the hell is this sword!"

Ding Ning's eyes also fell on the dark green residual sword in his hand. He did not answer Su Qin's question, but was silent.

He didn't even think about Su Qin's hand at the moment, but was thinking about many stories about this sword and its owner.

On the dead viewing platform, Duan Mulian looked at the dark green remnant sword, and there was a picture of the sword body extending in his mind. He finally superimposed this half-broken sword and a famous sword a long time ago. together.

He said in disbelief: "Just looking at the eyes, not behind, every sword is like the last sword of the last sword. This is the last sword of Bashan Yanxinlan!"

Some students on the viewing platform have never heard the name of the sword, some students have heard of it, but because they have not experienced the era before the emperor Yuanwu embarked on the throne, in the era when many stunning Daqin practitioners disappeared, They are still very young, so there is not much shock in their bodies at this moment because of the story of the sword itself.

However, many older teachers of Di Qingmei and Qingteng Jianyuan are completely different.

This sword is also a legend in itself, representing a kind of attitude that would not be bent... in the eyes of many people who do not know the current affairs.

It's just that they didn't expect that the insignificant broken sword in Ding Ning's hand is the remnant of that sword, and they can still have such power.

"Did that at that time, Li Daoji already saw that Ding Ning had such an understanding of the Wildfire Sword Classic?"

"It was just that Ding Ning just learned the Wildfire Sword Classic... Did Ding Ning already understand the true meaning of the Wildfire Sword Classic?"

The shocked emotion expanded infinitely in Di Qingmei's pupil.

He was also one of the few great practitioners in Changling, so he knew very well that the true meaning of the Wildfire Sword Classics was not the wildfire and the prairie, but the wildfire that could not be burned, and the spring breeze was born again. There can be a constant trend of another village.

Ding Ning's sword, although relying on the characteristics of the end flower sword itself, but the sword of the Wildfire Sword is enough to make every swordsman move.

Only then did he really understand why Li Daoji, who had not been out of Baiyang Cave for a long time, wanted to go out of the mountain, and he did not hesitate to find this remnant sword for Ding Ning after taking a risky battle.

"This sword can be extended like this..."

"You have always been so confident, it turns out that there is such a thing hidden!"

Pain and fear finally began to occupy Su Qin's heart. He looked at his blood, and he must have abolished his irrecoverable left hand. He laughed loudly like crazy: "You even abandoned my hand!"

"It's you who wanted to scrap my hand, so I scrapped your hand." Hearing his laughter like this, Ding Ning raised his head and said softly, coldly and sarcastically: "This is your own choice."