The Sword Dynasty

Many teachers in the practice area were shocked to speak.

Ding Ning's sword is perfectly natural, with a footwork position, and the timing of the sword is extremely exquisite. Not to mention a practitioner who has studied the sword for only one year, even a practitioner who has been soaked in kendo for decades, just like them. It is difficult to achieve such perfection, and even the vast majority of practitioners in the world cannot achieve such perfection in their lifetime.

Most practitioners can't do it for a lifetime, and such a young man can do it. From the perspective of these practitioners, this is no longer related to the acquired practice, nor the origin of the background, only the talent.

This is the true peerless talent.

The sword marks were very shallow. After He Zhaoxi landed, only small blood beads oozed out of the skin, but this sword mark seemed to scratch into He Chaoxi's heart.

He stopped and looked at Ding Ning with a very pale face, and asked, "How could this be?"

Ding Ning did not continue to attack. He paused and looked at him. He said: "Your strongest should be endurance. Your endurance is enough to let you down many people, but it is not useful to me. Because of your true strength and experience The Sword Classic is too ordinary. No matter how much effort you put in, I don’t need any effort to cope with it."

All the candidates and the teachers of the practice area are listening to Ding Ning seriously.

Most of them thought Ding Ning was right.

The biggest weakness of He Zhaoxi is that his sword style is too ordinary compared with other top talents.

However, all of them thought that Ding Ning's words were simply unreasonable.

Because even if it is ordinary... From the perspective of He Zhaoxi’s performance, he is already a practitioner who has entered the four realms, and he has used the delicate swordsmanship of the Ivy Sword Academy.

A four-lander practitioner cannot force the three-lander practitioner to use all his strength. A three-lander practitioner says that the four-lander practitioner's true element and sword style are too ordinary, which is simply ridiculous.

At this moment, Ding Ning looked at He Zhaoxi, who was extremely pale, and then said, "Can your true element be stronger? Have you realized the more exquisite sword sutra?"

The valley is quiet again.

Ding Ning's remarks were very peaceful, but most of the electors were uncomfortable after hearing them.

What Ding Ning said earlier when fighting against Duanmu Jingzong is "Can you be faster?"

Duanmu Jingzong could not be faster, so he lost.

So now Ding Ning's meaning is very clear: if your true yuan can't be stronger, if you don't have an exquisite sword sutra that is more than one level higher than the sword sutra, then you can admit defeat.

In that calm tone, what was revealed at this time was arrogance and wanton burning indifference that did not put opponents in the eyes.

"I already know you are strong, but I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Du Gubai turned to look at the stupid Zhang Yi and couldn't help but smiled and said, "You still underestimated your brother."

Zhang Yi was as if he could not wake up in a dream. He saw Ding Ning's calm gesture, but he didn't see the young teacher who burned like a wildfire.

"I will challenge you next. I will let you know that although Xie Changsheng is not here, what you say will still be a joke."

Only then, Ding Ning turned his head slightly, looked at Gu Xichun and said.

Gu Xichun's face was suddenly cold and he sneered, "Is it?"

"You will have no other ending."

Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned his head, slowly raised his sword at He Zhaoxi.

Either confess or lose the sword.

He forced He Zhaoxi to make choices.

He Zhaoxi's brain is a little blank.

He subconsciously remembered a trick, a trick he realized on the previous sword.

That's a trick that is far more subtle than his other tricks.

Of course he did not want to admit defeat, so he naturally used this trick.

A crackle of "chi" came from the blue sword in his hand.

The sword as the spine of the sword once again broke away from the sword body, turned into a cyan meteor with amazing speed, and shot Ding Ning directly. The blades of wind on the magic instrument were rotating like crazy, turning into a violent wind.

The mist in the night sky above was suddenly heavy, and the gusty wind condensed the mist, forming a tornado mixed with many water droplets, rushing to Ding Ning like a dragon in all directions.

The real element in He Zhaoxi's body has flowed to the limit, and even toxins in the body have been triggered, the body seems to start to emit light.

Where the wind was blowing, the stones on the ground were blown away, He Zhaoxi's body was advancing at the same time, and the cyan sword gleamed in the wind with many shining sword shadows, like thunder.

This sword was the "ten thunderstorms" of the former Wei palace. Although it did not cooperate with the "thunder dragon sword" of the court swordsman of that year, it was already amazingly powerful when it was launched in the hands of He Zhaoxi.

Looking at Ding Ning, whose figures have disappeared in countless storms, many candidates think they can't take such a sword.

But only at this moment, a clear squeal sounded in everyone's ears.

Then everyone was shocked to see that a dense white flower suddenly appeared in a windward wind facing He Zhaoxi.

He Zhaoxi's pupils shrank violently, his breath stopped completely, the violent wind suddenly dissipated, Ding Ning's figure burst out of the wind, and a sword pierced into his throat!

Seeing that his thunderstorms had no effect at all, the chill in He Zhaoxi's heart could not be described in words, but at this moment, he still responded to his usual limit speed.

The blue sword in his hand was deflecting in a hard way, swiping hard at Ding Ning's arm like a pole!

Ding Ning suddenly closed the sword, Hengjian countered.

It was another loud bang.

Ding Ning fell like a big bird with its wings folded, and fell back into the wind.

The blue long sword in He Zhaoxi's hands vibrated extremely quickly, making a strange buzz.

This sword forced Ding Ning back into the disorderly winds and rains. It seemed his victory, but he felt somehow wrong.

At this moment, his breath stopped suddenly.

A blue streamer shot from the scattered wind, and with a snork, it fell into his belly.

A canopy of blood blasted from his belly.

He Zhaoxi was shocked and somewhat dazed, and the whole body stepped back unconsciously.

The sounds of countless air-suckers sounded.

A small blue sessile sword sank deep into He Zhaoxi's belly, and the tip of the sword emerged from his wide back.

The blood, like many earthworms, ran down the sword sharply.

He Zhaoxi bowed his head.

It was not until this time that he was sure that it was the sword that was shot from his sword that pierced his belly.

Obviously, before several breaths, he still had a lot of energy in his body, but with the violent pain constantly coming into his mind from the middle sword, he felt that the energy in his body had seemed to be evacuated in a few steps back.

"How could this be?"

He looked at the front and hissed.

Such a voice also sounded in the minds of many spiritual masters. They took a deep breath and looked at the thunderstorm that was still turbulently scrolling. There was even some awe in their eyes, just like they were the predecessors of Jingliu, But looking at Jing Liuli's eyes always showed some awe.

They can figure out why this is the result.

Ding Ning broke this ten-thunder thunderstorm and hit the small sword, slightly changing the trajectory of the small sword. Finally, when the horizontal sword was blocked, the female sword's body was shaken violently, making the female sword vibrate. Chaos, unable to catch the small sword shot back.

They just couldn’t figure out how Ding Ning could do this.

...

Lin Suixin, who had not had many special expressions, laughed again.

At this time, Ding Ning's voice rang again, and followed the wind into everyone's pinna.

"This is the sword move recorded on the sword tire. I have seen it. Do you dare to use it?

"Not to mention that you are so rusty."

"What's more, when I said those words earlier, I knew that you would use the sword on the sword tire."

As these few words sounded, Ding Ning's figure slowly emerged from the wind shadow and reappeared in the sight of all the people.

Everyone's sight is a little frozen.

"Did it only take so short to understand all the sword styles above?"

Some famous students suddenly couldn't help crying.

"It's nothing to understand."

Jing Liuli took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said to herself: "The key is to understand, you can catch some of the other party's mistakes and easily crack, this is the real sword."

Ding Ning turned and looked at Gu Xichun.

Behind him, He Zhaoxi slumped to the ground.