The Sword Dynasty

The camp is quiet.

All the practitioners in this barracks can be sure that Ding Ning is less than the seven realms, especially those who join forces with Chang Sun Qianxue to contend, it is certain that Ding Ning's breath of life is very green, that is, he is promoted. The six realms are not long before.

The gap between the Six Realms and the Seven Realms is even more terrifying than the stepped gap between the lower realms.

Because the Seven Realms are moving mountains, masters, and thousands of enemies.

The masters of the Seven Realms are still superior. For example, Liang Lian lost the sword of Xue Wangxu at that time, Zhao Zhe died in the hands of Ye Celen, and Bai Shanshui and Zhao Sizhi could defeat most of the Seven Realms in the world. And some of the Grand Masters of the Seven Realms who participated in the Lushan Association even had the strength to kill several Seven Realms.

Mo Ying is seven realms.

Moreover, he won the seven realms inherited from Bashan Jianchang, and his strength was definitely not from the ordinary realm of the seven realms.

To put it simply, Zhenyuan is a different cultivation method to extract and converge the vitality of heaven and earth, and Jian Jing is a different method of using Zhenyuan to kill the enemy.The methods of Zhenyuan cultivation include highs and lows, and the methods of killings have highs and lows. Within the seven realms, there are ups and downs, and Mo Ying is the upper class.

To win the Six Realms over the Seven Realms is itself a lie, not to mention the upper middle class.

However, at this time Ding Ning said this sentence, but no one in the entire military camp felt ridiculous.

Because he is the nine dead silkworm.

He represents the legend of Wang Jingmeng. The former Wang Jingmeng itself has countless battles that transcend the border.

Mo Ying presses on reason and righteousness, Ding Ning will also back and forth with reason and righteousness, so Ding Ning's response at this time, combined with the coercion of the nine dead silkworms from legends to lively appearance in the eyes of many people for many years, will be more powerful .

Mo Ying's pupils contracted slightly, and he looked at Ding Ning, with some appreciation, "Is it yours to collect?"

Ding Ning did not repeat the previous words, and his calm eyes fell on the sword carried by Mo Ying, saying, "This sword is the thing of Bashan Sword Field. Today, on behalf of Bashan Sword Field, you are expelled from the division. First of all, you have to pay me back the sword."

Mo Ying bowed his head slightly, looked at the short sword in his hand, and silenced for a while, and said, "The army is attacking, the army is empty, Miss Gongsun is here again, you are sure of killing me, but now you are in charge , You have to return to the sword of Bashan Sword Field first, but it is fair."

After finishing this sentence, he raised his head and a soft breath came out of his hand, wrapped around the short sword, and flew up to Ding Ning.

Ding Ning reached out and caught the short sword.

"Since you told Zheng Xiu some secrets of the Jian Jing, you should also be afraid of being controlled, so you have no confidence in using this sword, let alone refining this sword as your life sword, so this sword is so bleak. It is useless to leave this sword in your hands."

Ding Ning looked at the sword in his hand with a complex gaze. When his voice sounded, the sound of a tiny piece of silkworm gnawing mulberry leaf sounded in his body and spread out.Numerous heavy breathing sounds in the barracks also sounded at the same time, and even became a tide!

There is no strong fluctuation of the world's vitality, but a pale flame oozes from Ding Ning's right arm holding the sword.

The pale light was first like a faint gleam of light, and instantly became a substance. Numerous small beams oozed out of the skin of Ding Ning's robe, exuded his shirt, and flowed into the dim dagger in his hand.

The voice of Wan Silkworm eating the mulberry leaves became clearer. Everyone looked at the stream like a true element, and it was impossible to see the subtle details in it with limited eyesight, but even if this military camp is not a sergeant in a practice, listen With such a sound, you can feel that these stream-like streams are made up of countless tiny silkworms.

The depths of the eyes of the more than ten practitioners who formed the formation were also involuntarily filled with fear, and the mood was agitated.

In Changling in the old days, everyone said that the nine dead silkworms fell into the hands of Wang Jingmeng, but Wang Jingmeng never revealed the nine dead silkworms, so that no one ever knew what the mystery of the nine dead silkworms was. Certainly, Wang Jingmeng did not practice the Nine Dead Silkworm.

This is the first time the Nine Dead Silkworms have appeared in the sun blatantly. Even just seeing them is enough to cause unimaginable waves in the hearts of these practitioners.

Nine dead silkworms emerged, and the pale beams, with distinct qualities different from the ordinary ones, poured into the runes of the pale pale green dagger.

The sword body seemed to tremble with excitement, but in Ding Ning's hands it stabilized to the extreme.

When all the white runes on the sword were flooded with pale beams, the dim color melted like thin ice and snow, and quickly faded away, the pale green short sword instantly bloomed with amazing brilliance, but the vitality flowing out of the sword was turned into rich and colorful The yellow color turned into blossoming yellow flowers, extremely intense.

The bright and warm colors illuminate the pupils of all people, and even the figure of Ding Ning, who is wearing a dark robe, is mapped to dazzling and breathtaking.

"This sword is named Warm Spring."

Ding Ning looked at the thick and warm sword, slowly crossing the chest.

There are also countless colors in his eyes.

For him, this sword is also a reunion, so his mood is definitely not calm.

When Ding Ning took over the sword, the sound of gnawed insects began to flow in his body, and Mo Ying's face became cold and abnormal.

The horizontal sword on the chest represents an invitation to fight, which means that the battle can be started.

The opponent is only in the Six Realms, but the successor of that person is the Nine Dead Silkworm, and his mood swings at this time is an excellent opportunity for him to shoot, so he did not hesitate to shoot directly.

With a loud bang, there was a strong natal breath in his hand, and a long shadow appeared.

Mo Yingxiu was naturally a sword, but the mortal object that appeared in his hand was a gun.

A black spear, with black smoke spitting all over it, and a red flame floating in the smoke, like a blooming flower in hell.

"Dragon Gun."

Chang Sun Qianxue's eyes flashed violently, frowning.

This is the weapon of the old master of the old gate chief. It is derived from the ruins of a sect gate in the You Dynasty. Regardless of the significance, in terms of the strength of the weapon itself, it will definitely not be inferior to the many famous swords of the former Bashan sword field.

Mo Ying held a gun in both hands, and some tiny blood beads flew between his fingers. The powerful eruption that had not been seen in many years made his hands' skin difficult to adapt and burst.

His countenance seemed extremely murderous. The spear had just appeared in his hands, and a violent breath had blasted towards Ding Ning.

The sound of mountains moving naturally sounded in the surrounding sky.

This is the natural sound caused by the mass of heaven and earth when the master of the mountain moved. At the same time, the violent breath formed a real mountain and fell down.

A large amount of invisible heaven and earth vitality and the black smoke spewing from the gun and the blossoming red fire condensed into the phantom of the mountain, locking up any evasive position of Ding Ning. The strength of this mountain is far beyond the limit of Mo Yingxiu. , Because Mo Ying's gun is a crowbar.

A pry bar will naturally be able to pry up a weight that was simply impossible to carry.

Ding Ning's clothes hunted.

A huge shadow is about to tear his shirt and body together and crush it into powder.

At this time, his mood fluctuated violently. However, he did not panic because of it. He just followed his heart and passed the extremely fluctuating mood to the sword.

The sword style of his sword is a reunion.

After many years of reunion, grudges and hatred, especially with the weight of life and death, the emotions are extremely complicated.

The beams flowing on the sword body shook violently.

The strong and flamboyant sword held in his hand began to shake violently.