The Sword Dynasty

The emperor Yuanwu made huge waves in his knowledge of the sea.

His state of mind was shaken endlessly, and Ding Ning's perfect sword had no imitation at all. In his perception, it was the old man who had cast such a sword in battle.

A strongest emotion was drawn from the bottom of his heart.

The strongest emotion is deep fear.

Keeping him and Zheng Xiu in the past few years makes him tolerate everything Zheng Xiu did, not because of his fierce love for Zheng Xiu, but because of the reappearance of the Nine Dead Silkworm and the Grinding Sword Fear.

He knew better than anyone that person’s terrible, especially the person’s last battle in Changling killed the corpse mountain blood sea, he saw the whole process from a distance, and compared with those strong men who were killed by that person that year Than, he is not necessarily too good.Even he can be sure that if the man had killed so many top powerhouses, maybe today is not the first time he crossed seven realms and entered eight realms.

So he wasn’t just worried about the deeds of the man and Bashan Jianchang and burned up the history books. The bigger reason was that the fear of the man deep in his heart made him unwilling to hear the man’s name and remember the man. Powerful.

The man's strength accompanied him throughout his life, from a threatened prince to now becoming the strongest emperor in the world. This fear is also a part of his body, which comes from the depths of his soul and cannot be controlled at all.

The vitality in his body was also shocked, which failed to prevent the appearance of the East Hu Monk's staff. However, after all, he was the only eight realm strongman in the world at this time, knowing the rules of vitality that the seven realms could not understand.

When the force of this rod shattered his flesh from a distance, a light appeared on his forehead.

A unique vitality in his body turned into a beam of light, which was emitted upward, without any time difference, which caused the induction of vitality in extremely high altitude.

There was a magnificent vitality in the sky.

This vitality is above the air layer, using the words of the practitioner's world is beyond this heaven and earth, from the starry sky.

The power of the starry sky cannot be sensed and communicated by ordinary practitioners at all, because the limit of the spiritual strength of the practitioners, it is impossible to clearly perceive the rules of vitality in such a high starry sky, so ordinary practitioners will regard this heaven and earth The external energy is called Silent Cold Energy and cannot be used.Only the unique exercises practiced by very few people, such as Zheng Xiu, can use some means, like a mirror, to reflect the corner of the starry sky, so as to perceive some of the vitality rules and use the strength of the vitality.

However, it is different in the eight realms.

In the records of some scriptures in the world of practitioners, the eight realms can break through this limitation. Although they cannot spy on a certain corner of the starry sky like those exercises, they can instantly draw terror from the edge of the intersection of the heaven and earth and the starry sky. Attribute it to oneself.

This state is like opening another world, so the seven realms of the practitioner's world are called moving mountains, and the eight realms are called Qitian.

When Yuan Wu used such power at this time, the picture that fell into everyone's eyes was like a real enlightenment. A huge silver beam fell from a high-altitude town that could not be touched by eyesight, and fell to that one. Hit the staff on his chest.

In the majestic silver beam, that staff was as small as a cow's hair.

A strange and totally different star energy, familiar to practitioners of this world, binds this wand, and the suspended wand is in the silver light, as it continues to be refined, a plume of fuchsia emerges Smoke.

Seeing the distance between the tip of the staff and Yuan Wu's body only a few feet away, it could not be touched. Even the vitality of this god was being wiped out, and he was gradually out of his control, but the face of the Eastern Hu monk was still like a dry tree. There is no change in skin.

This staff is only half the strength of his blow, and half of the strength is in his hands.

The ground beneath him sags, and the figure turns into a faint smoke shadow in the air. He holds this transparent long sword in his hand, and also reaches Yuan Wu's side in an instant, a sword facing Yuan Wu Where the air is.

Ye Xiao and Sima changed color at the same time, and they could not imagine how this sword could be resolved.

Sometimes the battle is not only about the height of the realm, but also about the time.

Yuan Wu's previous emotional fluctuations were too intense, and now this sword is a time he can't take into account.

They didn't even dare to think about what it would look like if the Emperor Yuanwu died here.

However, at this time, the Donghu monks who cultivated second only to Yuanwu raised their heads slightly before they sensed something.

A faint white line of fire had fallen in the sky.

This is a spark.

Starfire is filled with a strong and indifferent sword.

There was a snort.

The East Hu monk let go of the transparent long sword, and he returned to his original position.

There was a pale light spot on the transparent long sword, which was then pierced by this star fire and burned violently.

Then there was a loud noise.

There was another violent explosion in front of Yuan Wu, and the ground was more than ten feet away.

Yuan Wu retreated for more than ten feet, with no wounds on his body, but his face was pale.

Changsun Qianxue took a deep breath.

That spark naturally came from Zheng Xiu.

Every time she saw such a spark, she always couldn't control her anger.

At that moment she vaguely hoped that the spark would fall on Yuan Wu's body. However, the pair had the same fear in the eyes of the adulterer** in her eyes, but this sword blocked the East Hu monk's victory.

A bit of bitterness appeared in the corner of Ding Ning's mouth.

Thousands of miles apart, no matter how many steps the Emperor Yuanwu stepped back, no matter how many injuries he suffered, as long as the Emperor Yuanwu is still alive, they will still be the most powerful existence in this field, and they will never escape the shadow of death. .

And he knows very well that from this moment, their situation will be more difficult.

Yuan Wushang can take the wrong step, but as long as they take the wrong step, they will only be greeted by death.

Because at this time, Sima Cuo and Ye Xiao and others have determined that this battle cannot be resolved by Yuan Wu alone.

The wind roared, accompanied by countless white ice and snow.

The guru who appeared with Ye Xiao has taken the lead.

This guru did not have any reputation in Changling, and even Ding Ning did not know his origins, but what he repaired was extremely cold sword intention, and even made Ding Ning feel the smell of Minshan Jianxue.

The kind of deep cold is not as deep as the Nine Nether Hades sword, but the sharp meaning is far beyond it.

When the guru gave his sword with a very dignified look, and the white and flawless long sword in his hand swayed, thousands of white ice swords had appeared in the world in front of him.

These ice swords and the powerful power released by the natal sword in his hands formed a huge snow-white sword dragon, rushing down the sky and swallowing toward Changsun Qianxue.

In the sky above the snow-white Stegosaurus, there is a dark shadow.

The night owl's figure disappeared, but a black meniscus fell from the air with a terrifying killing intention.

Sima Tiao will naturally not give up this excellent shot opportunity, his mouth burst into a deep drunk, his body seemed to be soft, but at this time he burst out the most violent and violent force.

In his hand, a broad and broken gray broad sword appeared. The sword walked the sword, and the massive heaven and earth vitality was rigidly aggregated into a crystallized sword wall, slashing towards Changsun Qianxue.

No Seven Realms can withstand the joint efforts of these three powerful men, even the East Hu Monk may not.

The elder Sun Qianxue also knew that she could not. Her body unconsciously moved towards Ding Ning, just wanting to be closer at this moment.

"Timidity!"

"Kill this Minshan Jianxue first."

However, Ding Ning's cold voice has passed into the East Hu Monk and her pinna.

"Timidity" is a killing trick by the East Hu Seng.

Needless to say at this time, the East Hu monk felt his heart, his hands stretched out to the sky ahead.

The wand trembling in the silver beam of light twirled wildly, and immediately brought out a golden light, breaking away from the shackles of the silver beam of light, and smashing towards the Emperor Yuanwu.

Ding Ning did not know the name of the practitioner who exhibited the Snow White Sword Dragon, but at this time he used the word "Minshan Jianxue" when he said to Changsun Qianxue, Changsun Qianxue would no longer think at all, Nine Nether Nether Wang Jian disappeared into her hands and turned into countless gray-black grains.

Chang Sun Qianxue and Ding Ning have lived together in Changling for many years. She often didn't want to think about it, and she absolutely trusted Ding Ning.

At this time, she did not care about Ye Xiao and Sima Cuo's killing moves, and all her strength rushed towards the practitioner.

The gray-black ice particles traveled through the air and collided with thousands of white swords.

Countless snow-white flowers burst in a flash.

The unknown cultivator changed colors abruptly, and countless snow-white flowers formed a huge white flower tree in front of him, but those gray-black grains had been thrown out and rebuilt into swords.

In the eyes of this practitioner, infinite fear spewed out. He couldn’t believe that it was also the sword of extreme cold. He couldn’t stop the opponent’s blow at all. The most important thing was that he couldn’t believe it, and the grandson Qianxue ignored it. Two other killing intentions, all the power is poured into this sword.

With a pop, the sword of Nine Nether Hades penetrated his chest.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Hades sword reverted into countless gray-black ice crystals, which were transmitted from his body.

His body disintegrated instantly and spattered into countless ice debris.

This powerful guru disappeared in this world.

At the same time, however, the black meniscus and the wall-like crystal knife have fallen to Changsun Qianxue.

This is also the time when she can't fight back and defend.

She waited quietly, looking at Ding Ning.

Ding Ning stood quietly and made a sword.