The Sword Dynasty
315 Real Malachite Green
Ye Haoran's right hand dangling from the sleeve continued to bounce, plucking the murderous string from time to time.
He quietly looked at Ding Ning, whose clothing was gradually being stained with blood, and found that Ding Ning's will was beyond his expectations, and there was a little more appreciation in his heart, but his slender five fingers suddenly shocked. This action, at this time, the small white sword with no handle behind Ding Ning shined a few more points, and a strange white mist appeared around him.
As the small white sword fluttered around Ding Ning, the white mist around Ding Ning became thicker and thicker.
Looking at these white mists, almost all the teachers of the practice ground frowned deeply.
This is the most orthodox Wushan Yunyu tactic, inherited in the Great Palace of Chu, this flying sword technique, the formation of white mist can make Ding Ning become sloppy every time the sword comes out, and it needs to consume more power.
Previously, they all had their own ideas, and many people did not necessarily want Ding Ning to win, but at this moment, all of them wanted Ding Ning to win.
Because Ding Ning is Qin after all.
Jing Liuli's brows grew deeper and deeper.
She naturally doesn't think that Ding Ning will be defeated, because Ding Ning carries those wooden swords for his own purpose. Until now, Ding Ning has not used those wooden swords, which means that she has not used all her strength.
But she couldn't understand what Ding Ning was waiting for.
Although the wounds are small, there are countless wounds with blood flowing together, and the blood in the body will soon run out.
Ye Haoran's mouth began to play a playful smile.
He didn't understand what Ding Ning was waiting for, but in his view, Ding Ning no matter what he was waiting for, was just adding in vain to the extra pain before he died.
He looked up at the black sky.
The sword of the white little sword flying in the white mist was even more stern, and when Ding Ning crossed, not only did he bring up the drops of blood, he even started to bring flesh and blood residues.
Geng Jian narrowed his eyes.
He has experienced brutal escapes that many practitioners can’t imagine, plus some unique research on the practitioner’s body, so he knows better than any practitioner who is present at this moment how much blood flows in a practitioner’s body. , How the body reacts.
He knew that Ding Ning seemed to be sober at this time, but if he changed to an ordinary practitioner, his consciousness should be blurred at this time.
This is related to strong willpower.
Sometimes the strong willpower that is so strong that you forget yourself can make the body produce extraordinary powers, but Geng Jian himself is very clear about the consequences after violating common sense...that is, after the body exceeds the limit for a long time, it will suddenly and completely out of control.
At that time, the consciousness will not be blurred slowly, but will suddenly be interrupted.
"It should be almost."
Lin Suixin has seen even more miserable injuries on many practitioners, so even though Ding Ning was cut into countless small wounds on his body, he still didn't have many special expressions on his face, but after Geng blade's eyes narrowed Counting interest, he frowned, and said softly.
At this moment, Ding Ning began to feel truly dizzy.
His consciousness put the Buddha away from his body and flew upwards.
It's just that his mood is still very calm, because he has an experience unimaginable even Geng Ren.
He knew he still had more than ten breaths.
His left hand began to stretch out, holding the rough hilt of a wooden sword.
An uncontrollable exclamation sounded.
At this time, there has not been any change. The picture that fell into everyone's eyes is just Ding Ning's hand fell on the hilt of a wooden sword behind him. However, everyone knows that something amazing must happen in the next moment.
This hunch caused many people to express shock in advance.
Ding Ning waved his sword steadily.
With a clatter, the wooden sword came out, and a peculiar green sword light was brought into a rune line in the center of the sword body.
What is even more peculiar is that Ding Ning's beheading of the sword was to let go directly, following the trend of beheading with a sword, and chopping out this wooden sword.
After a sword, there are many swords.
All the exclamations disappeared, because everyone fell into a more numb shock.
Ding Ning usually uses his right hand with a sword, but at the moment, his left hand seems to be faster than his right hand.
His left hand seemed to have disappeared in the air, yet he kept a certain perfect frequency and kept slashing.
All the wooden swords on his back were swept away by him in a flash.
The most important thing is that the end of the right hand of the end of the Hua Hua Jian Jian also accurately picked the flying sword again.
All people have an illusion.
At this time, it was not a young man who had studied swords for years, but a great swordsman who had repaired swords for hundreds of years, and he seemed to be practicing such a sword in his life. The potential directly becomes the direct reaction of the flesh.
The solitary breath stopped completely.
Because of the sword power and sword path in his mind, he saw this sword earlier than anyone else.
He saw many green lights flew out from behind Ding Ning, forming a green screen.
This is a gorgeous green light screen that is difficult to describe in words. However, at the moment when it expands out, this light screen disappears instantly.
All the wooden swords split from the rune on the sword body, and were completely torn by powerful force, and turned into countless flying wooden filaments.
But the green light in the runes did not disappear, but was connected together and became a real sword light.
This sword light seemed to be parallel to the entire ground, with absolute straightness, it seemed to separate the space above from the bottom completely, and cut away silently towards Ye Haoran's body.
Du Gubai knows that this is real malachite green.
Ye Haoran frowned deeply, and found that he could not even recall Feijian to block such a mysterious and powerful sword.
His eyes instantly became crystal clear, his body roared continuously, and there were many beautiful new worlds in his body.
A new passage appeared in many of his meridians. The heaven and earth vitality that had been sucked into his body before, and the vastness of the soup flowed out of his body along this passage.
Fortunately, he still has a sword.
The long sword on his waist thundered.
It is about six feet long, the width of the sword is only two and a half fingers, the spine is pure and rare sky blue, but the swords on both sides are transparent. The sword jumps out of the scabbard and falls in his hand.
The subtle airflow spit out in the sword body.
Numerous crystal-clear crystal dust splashed out from the transparent blade, forming a crystal wafer plate in front of him.
A loud noise!
There was a lot of dust around him, and the crystal wafer tray was shredded directly by the absolutely straight and horizontal green sword light.
Numerous drops of blood were splashed on Ye Haoran's body, and his powerful impact force caused his body to leave the ground and fly back.
Ding Ning saw this picture, but he did not feel the slightest joy, because he knew that this sword was not enough to defeat Ye Haoran, and he had little time left for himself.
He took a deep breath.
A mysterious and cold breath appeared around his body.
An air of coldness appeared in his body, and then quickly disappeared, and his body was truly cold.
A white sheet-like cold mist visible to the naked eye was generated around his body and sputtered outwards, as if a piece of ice had just formed on the surface, but the lake water had not yet completely solidified and was still rippling.
A trace of red vitality clearly appeared in these borneol like blood lines.
"Blood evil magic skill!"
"How could he!"
Although he was shocked by numbness, there were still many people who couldn't control their emotions and shouted.
Dantai Guanjian's eyes also began to widen, but his pupils contracted unconsciously.
He felt that he saw something that he could not understand at all.
"So it is?"
Jing Liuli said to herself, since she thinks that Ding Ning has been stronger than herself, she feels that everything can happen.
Ye Haoran's face was slightly stiff.
The mocking look on his face has completely disappeared.
At this moment, he took a deep breath and raised his hand.
He did not recall his flying sword.
The white handleless sword has fallen close to the ground, but at this time it is injected with new power and screamed, falling to Ding Ning's heart.