The Sword Dynasty

His expression is very peaceful, a little focused, but it is more skilled.

At the moment of the sword, the natal sword condensed from the hand, and the posture of raising the sword already gave people a practice without knowing how many times, and finally grasped the true meaning, which became an instinctive feeling in life.

In fact, there is no trajectory that any sword moves must follow. Just like some painters can copy any fine lines of masterpieces, even if they are exactly the same, but they still copy the charm of a famous master. The sword moves are the same. But people are different, each person's real element is different, and even the sword in his hand is different, the ultimate pursuit is a perfect fit.

Therefore, the strongest and most perfect sword intention is the sword move and the practitioner itself, the sword in his hand, and his spiritual will, and the whole world at this time completely fits.

Every sword has this kind of state, but even some of the simplest sword styles, most sword masters in this world are impossible to do perfect.

At this time, Ding Ning's sword is to make anyone feel perfect to the extreme, and even imagination can not imagine a more perfect state.

The natal sword in his hands freely released a heart-pounding breath.

Jianguang whirls around his body like a grinding disc.

All nine dead silkworms in his body recovered, and his figure disappeared into countless pale beams at this moment.

Except for Changsun Qianxue and Donghu monk, everyone was very frightened.

In addition to the nine dead silkworms, there is this millstone sword tactic.

This is Wang Jingmeng's unique millstone sword tactic.

The most important thing is that, in addition to the former Wang Jingmeng, now someone has perfectly displayed the Grinding Stone Sword in front of them.

Even such sword tactics can be perfectly displayed, what about other sword styles of Wang Jingmeng?

Emperor Yuanwu suddenly felt cold, even a bit chilly.

Heiyue and Jingdao haven't met with the Grind Stone Sword, but it is just Ding Ning's sword. He already knows the result of the encounter between the two parties.

However, he was unable to intervene at this time.

The staff that exudes a tremendous amount of golden light came to him like a legendary demonic pestle, and his body bones were pressed by a huge force to make a slight crack.

He could only back away again.

There were some traces of feet walking on the ground, and then the ground exploded, like huge blossoming lotus flowers.

The sky opened again, and a huge silver beam fell on the staff. The time was like stillness, but it suddenly dimmed between the squares, and the light was swallowed.

The old monk of Donghu and the emperor Yuanwu groaned at the same time, and the bodies of the two had not been in a state of depression until then.

Heiyue and Jingdao met with Jianguang outside Ding Ning.

Countless Mars erupted in the rotating sword light, just like there are countless stars disillusioned continuously.

Ding Ning's body sounded a strange sound like bubbles bursting. This is the impact of the real element and the disorder of qi and blood in his body. In his body like countless fine flowers blooming, he is also tearing his flesh and meridians.

His sword light shredded the black moon and the crystal knife, but countless subtle forces still cut on his body, and instantly a lot of subtle blood appeared in his body.

However, he was alive after all.

With one enemy and two, he blocked the night owl and Sima's blow with such a sword.

"Sima wrong."

Ding Ning said to Changsun Qianxue.

This is of course not a sword but a direction to attack.

Even Chang Sun Qingxue had just tried his best to kill a powerful practitioner who might be related to Minshan Jianzong, but Ding Ning knew she had such ability.

The sword of the Nine Nether Hades was still not completely formed over the killed powerful practitioner, but a gray snow trail had broken through the wind, and as the eyes of Chang Sun Qianxue fell like a life to Simacu Binocular.

Sima slammed by mistake, a very simple cut, a beat, such a simple knife is not good-looking, but it is very practical.

The gray snow trail was cut into two pieces from the middle, and the strength was inconsistent, and then it was scattered.

A bang.

The gray snow trail was just a faint one, but when it was broken up, it was like a snow mountain collapsed, and the sky and earth in front of him were all covered by flying snow.

The wide and short swords in Sima's wrong hand shook his hands. His face was so ugly that he could hardly imagine that the old grandson of the old grandson had such power.

However, at this moment, his entire body hair exploded outward, and a strong death threat made him scream and leaped up like a cat with a stepped tail.

A little golden light flew out of the shadow behind him, falling towards his back.

It was a tiny golden lotus flower, immaculate, like the condensation of the purest sunlight.

At the same time, Chang Sun Qianxue's eyebrows also showed a little golden flame, just like the pure gold flower yellow that many rich women would put on their makeup.

The power accumulated in the body of Sima Co in the scream madly poured out. Zhenyuan and Heaven and Earth vitality filled every inch of space in the meridian and flesh of his body, making his entire body swell out, it seems that there is a It's more true that my Sima was going to rush out of his body to avoid that little golden light.

The force pouring out from his body condensed the heaven and earth vitality falling like a mountain, forming countless crisscross gray sword qi, exuding a strong sense of corruption, like a cage formed by countless dead bones.

At the next moment, just like two invisible giant ships colliding in front of Sima Teng, the terrible air wave instantly threw his body to a higher altitude.

Puff puff puff puff

Several springs of blood flowed from his body, blood spattered in the strong wind, and his body shrank quickly like a leaking ball.

Even a terrible bone wound appeared on his left face, and even a small piece of ear was missing, but Sima Cuo's heart was only fortunate at this time.

He was glad he was still alive.

Not only is the opponent's power far beyond his imagination, but more than ten years have passed, he has forgotten some facts that should not be forgotten, and overlooked that the other party is not only the owner of the Nine Nether Hades sword, she is also a grandson The only heir of the family.

The old Gongsun family in the old powerful princes not only possessed power, but also had some powerful cultivation methods and secret techniques. For example, this one has not yet known whether it should be described as a weapon or a sword or other enemy. The "heart lotus" described by means.

Night Owl's figure also appeared in the air.

He stepped down from the top of the mountain, and the natal sword appeared in his hand.

His people are as mysterious as the natal sword, and it was only at this time that many practitioners present saw his natal sword also in deep black, like the eternal night.However, the black sword body was made of nine stranded scale swords.

These nine black scale swords are like nine black venomous snakes.

The natal sword landed faster than his body. Flying in front of him, he divided into nine paths in the air. The nine flying swords were flying in different trajectories in the air, and fell strangely from all directions to Changsun Qianxue. .

There is no use for the heart. A practitioner cannot be distracted by two flying swords at the same time. However, this old power leader has no knowledge of his use and secret techniques.

Along with these nine swords came several other strong killing intentions.

Among the trains, Sima was not alone in seven realms.

Long Sun Qianxue can no longer stop such nine swords, and it is even more impossible to stop the killing intentions of those masters.

However, she and the old monk around Ding Ning can.

He has half his free time at this time.

Several rod shadows appeared in the air.

The sounds of the sounds were like knocking drums. The nine swords of Ye Xiao and the swordsmanship of the several masters were all repelled back and forth and blocked.

At this moment, the old monk's shot was almost perfect.

At least in a few feet of space around him, his speed has been absolutely perfect.

In the past, there were no practitioners in the world who could believe that a fellow practitioner of the same seven realms could be like three heads and six arms, blocking the attacks of the seven realm practitioners from many parties.

But Yuan Wu also had leisure at this time.

How can Yuan Wu's shot break?

"go."

Ding Ning could not have known this. His body was full of blood, and there was no blood, but his face was extremely pale.But at this time there was still no panic in his eyes, but instead a kind of spicy meaning that he did not usually have.

With a sharp drink, he just clenched the hand of Sun Qianxue, who was beside him, and rushed towards the queue of Che Qian.

He was seriously injured at this time, his strength was too weak for the surrounding seven realms, and his speed seemed very slow. However, the most important thing was that Chang Sun Qianxue knew his intentions.

Her strength and speed surpassed all seven realms in the queue, including the night owl falling in the air.

Her and Ding Ning's bodies faded in an instant, and then the horror accelerated in the air, bringing out a long hazy long shadow.

With a loud bang, the car that Sima Cuo stood before was shattered by the force she and Ding Ning arrived when they arrived.

There are two practitioners in the broken chariot.

One of the young men was already sitting on the ground while the car shattered, spouting blood, while the other practitioner was dancing in his sleeves, and a sword light punctured Chang Sun's heart.

Puffed softly.

What was penetrated was not the heart of Chang Sun Qingxue, but the heart of this practitioner.

The figure of the East Hu Seng was shown on the side of Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qingxue. His hands were straight, and the staff was straight, piercing the practitioner's heart.

Emperor Yuanwu had already stood firm, but at this time the East Hu monks had already killed a strong man, but he still hadn't shot yet.

A cry of exclamation sounded in the car chariot, but there was no killing intention to Changsun Qianxue and Ding Ning.

This reason naturally comes from the young man in the car.