The Sword Dynasty
577 Sword Offering
A dark vitality blooms like a real dragon, and the intersection of the vitality burst out on the gun and the flying sword forms a dazzling aura that expands sharply outward.
Ding Ning suddenly fell down, snorted, and as the ground dipped downwards, a cloud of blood mist sputtered from the surface of his body.The bones in his body sounded almost bursting, and the whole body was almost disintegrating.However, the countless small silkworms that roamed around in his body were extremely tenacious and swallowed most of the energy flowing into his body. They even withstood most of the shocks and shocks and supported his body.
In the sky above his head, under the aura expanding sharply outwards, the bright and strong flying sword had just been repulsed a few feet away, but at the moment he groaned, it was instantly filled with new Instead, the power began to accelerate!
The acceleration of this sword has a crazy taste, because the acceleration is too violent, and the tail of the sword begins to swing naturally, disturbing the air and making a terrible noise.
Mo Ying's gun situation is still going down, and the corner of his mouth has just been mocked. From his point of view, the hard work of this gun naturally ended with Ding Ning.
However, when the movement of the sword appeared clearly in his perception, his eyes twitched slightly.
This sword, Ding Ning is faster than him!
The real element in his body was still in shock at this time, and the shooting continued, but Ding Ning's second sword had arrived, and it was too fast for him to think clearly about how to deal with it, too late to be angry and shocked.
He could only close the gun.
Only by closing the gun can Ding Ning's sword be blocked.
The Dragon Gun suddenly collapsed and turned into a thick black vigor, forcibly took the castration, and then turned into a real shape again, hitting forward!
A snorting sound rang in the sky.
Ding Ning's flying sword didn't really fly towards him, just stabbed into the space above him, and brought out a straight sword path, which was faster than the sound. This snorting sound was the speed of the flying sword. After exhaustion, it sounded at high altitude and passed down.
Mo Ying shot empty, but his body seemed to have been hollowed out. He bent forward and a puff of blood spewed out of his mouth.
Ding Ning's sword was just a trick, forcing him to forcefully withdraw the gun, recover the powerful force, and collide with the force spewing out of his body, just like the two practitioners who are equal to him, fighting hard in his body. A note.
The sonic boom sounded in the air at this time, accompanied by a shock wave that was visible to the naked eye, like a giant dandelion.
Mo Ying's body fell down, and he coughed several times with blood.
The more than ten practitioners in the army camp had stopped breathing at this time. They knew that Ding Ning had just suffered a lot of injuries after the hard fight. However, it was obvious that Mo Ying suffered more injuries, so that he At this time, even if Ding Ning's flying sword is still at high altitude, he can't launch an attack!
This is an injury replacement.
It's just Ding Ningsheng.
...
Ding Ning raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath.
Even with many similar experiences, cross-border battles are always like walking on a cliff, with many unpredictable dangers.
Until this time, the battle really entered his time.
With this inhalation of his breath, his eyes instantly turned crimson.
The blood in his body that reversed blood and some disorderly wandering was pulled by many of his real filaments and instantly burned!
boom!
His body sank like a sledgehammer, and the power of some nine dead silkworms was forced out of the body, and it merged with the heaven and earth vitality inspired by this blood burning.
The black clothes on his body instantly turned pale, like a pale wave turbulent outside him.
There was a magnificent sword in the sky.
The Warm Spring Sword, which had already been full of color to the extreme, was instantly turned into a blazing sun.
The entire camp was covered with bright and blazing light, white to the extreme, so white that people's eyes could not see any light and shadow.
Mo Ying slammed and closed his eyes.
His hand did not tremble, but the spear moved a few times in a flash, and the dark shadow of the spear was like a heavy rain, greeted by the round of the sun-like sword above him.
This is one of the secret swords of Bashan Sword Field, "Sunburn".
Sword Qi forms many mirrors, attracts the heat of countless real sunlight, and brings dazzling light only to the external phase. The real terror power comes from the terror heat contained in the beam of sword meaning.
However, he fired this shot, and the sword in his perception disappeared instantly.
There was darkness in his perception.
After the extreme light, it is often the deepest darkness caused by the instant contrast.
Ding Ning's majestic sword "Sunburn" turned out to be just a fool.
Mo Ying's heart was beating violently. With the blood veins stretching, the true death intended to come to his body for the first time pushed out the potential in his body.He felt a faint shadow at the moment of this sparkle.
His hands glowed, and a pure element from the depths of Qihai Jade Palace spewed out from the palm of his hand. He turned the end of the gun handle and smashed up towards this faint shadow like holding a spoon. .
At this moment, he heard a voice that should not appear.
That's the sound of giant mountains moving in the sky.
This sound is a symbol of the seven realms moving mountains, and it is the echo of mass heaven and earth vitality walking and gathering in the void, impact and falling.
But at this time, except for him and Ding Ning, the rest of the practitioners did not take action.
This clearly belongs to the number of vigor that can be triggered by the Seven Realms. It is not what he inspired, who else?
This moment is too fast.
He just had such a puzzled thought in his heart, and the end of his gun handle had hit the faint shadow hidden behind the light.
The faint shadows shattered like thin cicada wings.
"free oneself!"
A stroke of the sword's name cleared away all the thoughts in Mo Ying's mind at this time.
In the next moment, he felt his body sink suddenly, and then looked subconsciously to Qihai.
A canopy of air was rushing out of his abdomen, layered, shining scarlet.
Then he heard a soft bang in the back.
A cold meaning pierced his flesh and flew out of his back|.
The dragon gun in his hand suddenly became heavier than the mountain.
With a bang, the long gun fell to the ground in front of him, splashing a cloud of smoke.
Mo Ying stood in a trance, he felt his body empty.
It turned out that the sword that followed the "Sunburn" was not a real killing trick, and it even followed a trick "Cicada Slough"!
But obviously it is not Seven Realms, why is this last sword able to carry the power of Seven Realms?
The last sword... When such words clearly appeared in his mind, he began to feel pain and feel cold.
He made a scream.
The call sounded strangely strange, and even he felt that he didn't call it out.
Ding Ning stood up and stopped.
Because of the rapid blood loss and the loss of the true element, Mo Ying's flesh and blood were sunken at this time. His face was not only instantly old, but also his cheeks were sunken, like two shadows.
Ding Ning was pleased.
His gaze fell on the thickly colored sword that was flying freely back.
"I have recovered the things from Bashan Jianchang."
He said slowly.