The Sword Dynasty

The blood dripped in the floating dust at the foot of Mo Ying, blooming like blossoming plum blossoms in early spring.

Mo Ying looked down at the blood and dust beneath his feet, silently with a gun alone.

This wound on Meixin was not enough to affect his next battle, but it was enough to affect his state of mind.

The more than ten practitioners who were blocked in front of Changsun Qianxue were the highest in this barracks except him. Even in the face of rivals such as Changsun Qianxue, they could use their fearlessness and maintain absolute silence. However, at this time, seeing the appearance of this wound in his eyebrows, these more than ten practitioners were shocked and could not help themselves, and some people's lips trembling constantly.

Just sword style.

Under the circumstances where Zhenyuan Xiuwei and Mo Ying are very different, the other party just cut such a wound in Mo Ying's eyebrows with a sword.

Jianyi is too perfect.

Although the sword style is extremely exquisite, it is extremely extreme, but for the display and interpretation of this sword style, the young practitioner of the black shirt reached the extreme they could not imagine, enough to make them worship by these sword masters.

Many old records of Changling have been burned after the emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, but at this time they couldn't help but think of Wang Jingmeng's record in Zhao Diping Lake and a sword of Zhao Jianshi, when Wang Jingmeng was only cast. A sword, let the other party look at it, already conceded to the convenience.

The king of swords makes Wanjian the only worshiper in the world.

The nine dead silkworms are now officially appearing in the sun, which also makes the deceased "that person" real again.

For the first time, the countless unseen small silkworms in Ding Ning's body were truly released. The indescribably cheerful and agitated, the fine voice continued to be clearly introduced into Mo Ying's ears.The dagger, which was blooming with rich colors, circled around Ding Ning's body at this time, and brought out a dazzling light trace in the air, showing fullness and madness.

Feeling Ding Ning's calm breath, Mo Ying said slowly: "You want to stand up."

His voice spread across the barracks, and everyone immediately understood what he meant.

A few years ago, Changling had spread the news that the nine dead silkworms were born. Only the nine dead silkworms knew that Wang Jingmeng was a unique thing. The birth of the nine dead silkworms naturally represented his descendants.

Over the years, the Nine Dead Silkworm has been hidden in the dark, wandering in legend and reality, making it difficult to distinguish the true and the false, but since it is to appear, whether it is the invincible exercise of the Nine Dead Silkworm or the once invincible Bashan Jianchang Legend The successor, the way and timing of playing will definitely not be mediocre.

Crossing the border to win opponents like Mo Ying is the best appearance.

At that time, many people stood on the opposite side of Bashan Jianchang, just because that person died, and that person had no successor.

When it is determined that the person is left behind, and as strong as the person in the past, many people may change their approach.

"Defeat me, declare the official return of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and start to take back things from the Bashan Jianchang... Let the world know that this is the far-reaching significance of this battle." Mo Ying raised his head slowly, watching and did not respond Ding Ning, shook his head, "But you have to be able to defeat me first, I don't believe that the moves can exceed Xiuwei itself."

When he said this, his spear tip lifted off the ground and flew up.

His body also seemed to be picked up by the dragon gun and followed the gun to fly to Ding Ning.

There were not many true elements released, the sky rumbled around in the surrounding sky, the heaven and earth vitality that moved like a mountain, all rolled into his body and the spear in his hand.

He and the whole gun were united, and he was extremely overbearing and simply hit Ding Ning.

There are no moves.

Just collide and crush.

When everything is simple to the extreme, the harder it is to break the law.

Looking at his shot, Ding Ning naturally knew of the danger, but he didn't even have the slightest ripples in his eyes. He even had a premonition that Mo Ying would shoot like this.

Because he is not exactly the identity that Mo Ying and the people in the barracks expected at this time.

He has experience that Mo Ying and these people did not imagine, and has faced many completely similar scenes.

So he has already prepared.

...

In the air around his body, in the thick and dazzling light scars brought out by the flying sword, the sword light burst out at the same time.

Pieces of thin sword-like sword light pressed tightly against each other, spinning rapidly, as if there were thousands of small swords spinning at the same time.

Jianguang surrounded his body and completely wrapped his figure inside.

The sword light, which rotates in one direction as a whole, looks like a big top and a stone mill at this moment.

Black spitting red flaming gunpoint hit the rotating sword light fiercely.

Jianguang wrapped Ding Ning's body and kept going backwards, but the point of the gun could not enter!

Jianguang was constantly sharpening the gunpoint, with red flames and black smoke scattered around the gunpoint, among which countless gold stars burst out!

"Grind Sword Skill!"

Among the more than ten practitioners who had formed a position and were already in a state of turmoil, some people finally could not control their emotions and exclaimed.

Mo Ying's lips squeezed like a thread, and the dragon gun in his hand began to oscillate, but this time it was not just because his mood was violent again, but also from real power friction.

The Grinding Sword Juice is the same as the nine dead silkworms, and it is also the symbol of Wang Jingmeng.

The Grinding Stone Sword Judgment is known as the best swordsmanship in the world and the most capable swordsmanship. It used to be used by the former king when he encountered some real Yuanxiu opponents stronger than himself. Kill.

In the entire Bashan Jianchang, only he has mastered this sword scripture, because this sword scripture is related to the fine control of countless sword light flow, just like the engraving of countless runes in an instant.

Now, the Grinding Sword Juice is reappearing, and even his Jane's Dragon Dragon Gun can't get in one blow.

This sword is not only a broken move, but also broken his confidence.

In Jianguang and Feihuo, a blood rushed into Ding Ning's throat, but Ding Ning swallowed this blood violently, and at the same time, his left five fingers moved again, as if they were pulled. Several invisible strings.

Several silky sword lights appeared behind Mo Ying, attacking several points in his back.

Mo Ying Huo Ran awakened, with a strange cry, the guns were still holding on, but he had already flew upwards.

After a few beeps, several bloods were pouring from his feet, and several more wounds.

Ding Ning raised his head.

His calm eyes burst into extreme anger at this moment.

The flying sword booming outside him accelerated like an explosion, no longer like a flying sword, but like a giant stick flying across the sky, chasing Mo Ying, which had turned into a black spot in the sky above.

This sword is for "Sky Fury".

With this sword, he also took pure power.

All the real elements in his body spewed, pulling the heaven and earth vitality flowing from the sky in all directions, and countless small silkworms in his body also madly surging, spitting out the inherent power.

A stream of nine dead silkworms erupted upward, looking like silkworms stretching into the sky.

"How can it be!"

The practitioners in the military camp looked up to the sky, opening their mouths one by one but unable to breathe, like the expression of a fish about to die.

They could not understand why Ding Ning adopted such a sword style.

There are countless ways to chase, but Ding Ning's sword is pure power.

No matter how powerful the Six Realms are, and how hard they can compete with the Power of the Seven Realms, what is the advantage?

The corner of Mo Ying's mouth twitched slightly.

Jiansi cut off several muscles on his feet, and the severe pain even made some dizziness appear in his mind.

Feeling the sword chasing down below, Mo Ying reduced this kind of pain that had not been experienced for a long time into a scream.

In a thunderous thunder, he held the gun in both hands and smashed it down.

The dark gunshots flexed and then straightened, and a huge force roared with the flying sword coming from under the feet.