The Sword Dynasty
193 The Truth
The half-armed arm was walking with a sword, and the last cent of the true ancestor of the Zhou family ancestor blasted from the broken meridian and bone stubble, splitting and oscillating the surrounding air, bringing out a vortex of whirlpools.
At this time, the power is not as good as his usual eleven, but it is still far beyond the three realms.
The blind dragon sensed the breath of the Zhou family ancestor's blow. It felt that the real and warm sunlight fell from the top of the broken blue prison cage, and hesitated.
Under the circumstances at this time, it felt that it would also be seriously injured to help Ding Ning prevent the Zhou family ancestors.
The cage has been broken, and if it is seriously injured, it may still be inseparable from here.
However, in his hesitation, Ding Ning stepped out with a bang, but instead had reached him.
His calm eyes suddenly finished with masterpieces, and there were countless fine silkworm-like sounds in his body, and countless silky breaths exuded directly from the flesh and blood of his body at an unimaginable speed, directly converging between the meridians, Rush to various parts of the body.
His flesh, bones, bone marrow deep in the bones, and even his hair began to tremble inexplicably, exuding a strange and powerful breath.
The blind dragon sensed Ding Ning's figure in front of him, and he felt ashamed for the first time. In the following moment, he felt the awe of Ding Ning's body and felt deep awe.
The ancestor of the Zhou family heard countless subtle sounds in Ding Ning's body. His residual body suddenly shuddered, and he thought of a possibility in his heart, and made a strange breathing in his mouth.
It was just that it was impossible to change the sword momentum at this time, and his half-arm was less than a foot away from Ding Ning.
Ding Ning's eyebrows suddenly emerged with unimaginable majesty.
He used his left hand to pinch the sword tactics, and first waved it forward slightly, bringing out several waves of true vitality in a limited space. Almost at the same time, the remaining sword in his right hand stabbed forward, and the sword gas shot on the body of the sword was Through the waves of true vitality brought out by the left hand, a burst of sword energy instantly spins up, sucking the vitality between the surrounding heaven and earth at a terrifying speed.
A lot of white lotus flowers are generated in the space a few feet before Ding Ning.
This is an unimaginable picture. The blossoming white lotus exudes a sense of holiness, exudes a soft shimmer like the world, and is flawless to the extreme.
Compared with these lotus flowers, the Zhou family ancestor with a broken body on one side and a sword with only one amputated arm is like a ghost from hell.
Seeing such a lotus flower, the Zhou family ancestor like a ghost also had the same expression as seeing a ghost.
A mumbled noise.
The lotus pieces in front of Ding Ning scattered.
He sipped softly, holding the hilt in his left hand. The whole person trembled with high frequency like a string struck vigorously, but he didn't step back.
The sound of worms biting in his body was more intense, and countless pale flames appeared on his skin. Those small invisible silkworms seemed to have become substance at this time, and they scrambled out of his body.
The old ancestor of the Zhou family was already looking like a ghost. At this moment, when he saw this scene again, his eyes were suddenly full of absolute fear.
Ding Ning groaned again, and some blood came out between his lips and teeth, but the lingering end-flowered sword in his hand was swept forward by him without stopping.
The hard sword body is extremely soft at this time, and Jian Guang is like a piece of cloth wrapped around the residual arm of Zhou's ancestor.
The vitality in the Zhou family's ancestors has been naturally released from the residual arm, and it is against the sword light of Ding Ning. However, this seemingly soft sword light is like a weird grinding plate, which scatters the powerful vitality. .
"Whetstone..."
The ancestor of the Zhou family shrieked screamingly, so terrified that he could no longer control any power in his body, and the whole body crashed to the ground in trembling shaking.
Ding Ning's hands holding the hilt had shivered weakly, but he knew he couldn't show any weakness.
He took a deep breath, and the majestic eyebrows exuded a more terrifying murderous intention.
The sword in his hand disengaged from the ancestors of Zhou's ancestor, staring at the closeness of Zhou's ancestor, and struck the neck of his ancestor with all his strength.
Although the Bodhisattva is also a legendary thing for him, the ancestor of the Zhou family has not yet died in this situation and has exceeded his cognition, but one's mobility cannot naturally be separated from the scope of the body, as long as the spine Cut off and cut off the head, he did not believe that Zhou's ancestors could continue to survive.
Click.
The icy sword blade cut into the vertebrae of Zhou's ancestors, and made a piercing rubbing sound, but Ding Ning's wrist turned hard, but he failed to cut all the vertebrae of Zhou's ancestors. Astringent.
"Your bones are really hard."
Ding Ning sneered.
With his hands hard again, the sword blade cut through the spine of Zhou's ancestor like a saw blade.
Ancestor Zhou's body suddenly twitched, and he wanted to grab the sword edge that penetrated deeply into his neck. However, he had no hands at this time, and his body just twisted painfully on the ground and bounced. Moving, like a worm being nailed to the ground.
"Nine dead silkworms..."
The ancestor of the Zhou family gave up struggling after counting the interest. He looked at Ding Ning in an astonishment and squeezed out three words.
Ding Ning felt that all the power in his body had really dissipated. He coughed slightly and relaxed, but still using a sword to cut his bones, did not answer.
"You turned out to be his heir?"
The ancestor of the Zhou family said to himself miserably: "He actually left a successor?"
Ding Ning remained silent.
With a click, the spine of Zhou's ancestor was finally cut off, and the final sword in Ding Ning's hands began to coldly cut the last flesh between his necks.
"you…"
Looking at Ding Ning's indifferent eyes, the moment the head was cut off, the ancestor of the Zhou family thought of the majestic power flowing in Fang Cai Ding Ning, and thought of Fang Cai's several different sword intentions.
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Even if it is his successor, you can't be Zheng Xiu's Luo Bailian...you..."
Suddenly, there was a greater shock in his body, which even exceeded the impending death.
"you're right."
Ding Ning made a noise and closed the sword.
The voice of Zhou's ancestor was completely cut off.
His head rolled forward along the uneven ground.
The ancestor of the Zhou family, who should have died before the emperor Yuanwu came to power, finally died.
Ding Ning coughed lightly and coughed up some blood clots.
He slumped down and looked at the ancestor of Zhou's ancestor, but there was not much pleasure in his heart.
Even the enemy... but the death of this person is equivalent to the disappearance of another person who can represent that era.
"You go."
Ding Ning turned his head tiredly, looked at the blind dragon, nodded the ancestor of the Zhou family ancestor, and then began to gesture with gestures, "The magic circle here is broken, you can already leave, but before you go, help me take him The body was disposed of."
"Also, there are some people outside the valley that you can't deal with, but your perception should be stronger than them, so you should be more careful and run away should be no problem."
"There are many powerful practitioners in Wushan area recently. Can you hide or try to hide as much as possible, otherwise I don't know what kind of result you will have."
Some blind dragons shrunk slightly, and slowly understood some of his meaning.
It stayed motionless for dozens of hours, and then the long beard on its head oscillated.
A powerful force split the body of Zhou's ancestor, and then sank into the soil below.
Its body also began to sink into the soil below, and eventually the soil swelled, all disappeared in Ding Ning's sight.
With a bang, the wall of the blue building in the distance quickly collapsed.
A wave of dust drifted slowly from a distance, and the surroundings were completely silent.
On the surrounding ground, only Susu, who was still in a coma, and the half withered flesh bodhi.
Ding Ning adjusted his breath, forced himself to stand up tiredly, and sat down next to Bodhi.
His fingers touched the flesh Bodhi slightly, and several invisible small silkworms poured out of his palms, swallowing some vitality tentatively.
His brow furrowed almost instantly.
These qualities are so weird in nature that even his nine dead silkworms cannot be decomposed.
If he truly refines these vitality, as long as it flows into the body, his entire body will inevitably produce the same changes as the Zhou family ancestor.
Becoming a spiritual body almost like a living tree naturally cuts off countless possibilities for future practice. This bodhisattva naturally has no use for him.
But a little deep in thought, he still reached out to hold this flesh bodhi.
The heart-wracking bite of the silkworms sounded again.
Flesh Bodhi quickly withered between his palms and turned into dust.
And all the vitality of the flesh and bodhi swallowed by countless small silkworms in his body did not enter into his body, and disappeared with the hiding of those invisible small silkworms.
...
Emperor Chu was still waiting patiently.
Suddenly, he frowned slightly.
Countless winds rolled away from the cloud in front of him.
Just like a leaked leather raft, the power of the entire magic circle carrying the vitality of the world began to disappear completely.
The magic circle disappeared, and the clouds gradually opened.