The Sword Dynasty

"Your skin and hair is from your parents."

Fusu no longer thought of any truth Ding Ning said, but lowered his head and said, "If my death can bury the enemy you worry about, then I would rather die."

Ding Ning did not say anything, his mood was very peaceful, in a sense, he was even a little relieved, because he did not mistake Fu Su.

The darkness of this night seemed extraordinarily long. The heavy black shadow of the night monster agitated in the sky not far away, and the red eyes were like blossoming ghost fire in the darkness.

Over time, the old monk of Donghu still did not open his eyes, but these night demon apes in the sky, first of all, felt a strange breath, from just waiting and the restlessness of bloodthirsty suppressed, became a kind of agitation Face the restlessness of the unknown fear.

In the face of crises and some subtle changes in heaven and earth, the vast majority of monster beasts instinctively perceive or even exceed powerful practitioners.

The anomalies of these monsters naturally awakened the several waiting masters.

These masters could not accurately capture where this change in the world's vitality came from, but in the next few breaths, they determined that this incomprehensible change in Qiqi came from the still-closed Donghu monk.

A loud voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

That's amazing vitality flowing and oscillating with their violently fluctuating state of mind.

The masters finally understood what Ding Ning was waiting for first.

Even Sun Qianxue, the elder, didn't really react until this time. In the loud sound of the sky, she also looked at the old Donghu monk beside her, and asked Ding Ning, "He is not healing, he is breaking through. ?"

"Breakthrough is the best healing method."

Ding Ning looked at her and said, "At this time, we finally had some chances to survive."

For the Seven Realm Masters, the Eight Realms are themselves a mysterious and mysterious, unpredictable unknown field. Chang Sun Qianxue believes that even Ding Ning was only a guess before, and it was not until this time that he could be affirmed because of the emperor Yuan Yuan’s In battle, the old monk who had already touched the edge of the eight realms finally finally grasped the opportunity to break through the realm.

In battle, breaking the border at the critical moment of life and death is not without precedent. However, in the entire history of the spiritual practice, there are seven precedents in the battle.

The old monk of Donghu has already shown signs of stepping into the Eight Realms, and there have been inexplicable changes in the Qi Realm in the Seven Realms.

There may be a second practitioner who stepped into the Eight Realms in the world, and this Eight Realm practitioner is the waiter who guards Ding Ning.

However, neither Ding Ning nor Chang Sun Qianxue had a warm and relaxed expression at this time.

Because no one can predict how long it will take him to break through, and the several masters who are waiting will not allow him to break through.

The magnificent sound of the mountain-like movement caused by the movement of heaven and earth sings in the sky instantly becomes a variety of sharp cutting and breaking sounds, and then becomes a violent murderous intention.

Between Fusu's life and whether to sit and wait to create an enemy of the eight realms of the Great Qin Empire, these several masters made the same choice at the same time.

Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qianxue looked at each other deeply, then looked up at the sky.

They know that this may also be their last time.

The grandson Qianxue waved his hand and cut a cold sword light.

The sword meaning contained in this cold sword light makes one can't help but think of the pool of cold water that never moves in the lonely courtyard, or the winter plum blossoms, the plum blossoms that are always calm by the pool. But no one has come to stop in front of this strain of plum.

This sword intention is to wait.

Alone and waiting alone.

For many years in Changling, Chang Sun Qianxue did not know Ding Ning’s true identity. She cherished the deepest love and the deepest hatred.

She was waiting for the opportunity for revenge, and also buried herself, waiting for someone who would never return.

This is the sword meaning she has transformed in more than ten years, and it is the strongest sword she has learned in Changling in these years.

At such a moment, she cut out the sword without hesitation.

Several unbelievable exclamations and a horrible screaming sounded at the same time.

This cold sword light easily cut a sword curtain barrier like a huge Shenzhou, and directly cut off a guru.

But at the same time, the two sword-like swordsmanship fell at the same time.

A glorious sunset fell towards the old monk of East Hu.

A hazy mist fell towards Changsun Qianxue.

Ding Ning's throat was rippling with blood, and a bit of bitterness appeared on his face.

His right hand moved slightly, and countless silk swords were ribbons of real elements spewing out of him, like a canopy of fireworks blooming in his hands.

The dancing sword silk extends outwards like dancing strings, and the dense white flowers bloom in the air.

These flowers penetrated the mist and directly destroyed the sword's vitality rules.

Countless murmured and leaked voices sounded, and this violent sword, when approaching Chang Sun Qingxue, had no more power left.

Ding Ning's lips began to bleed, no blood flowed from the wounds on his body, but the tears in the flesh were deeper.

The world in front of him is a little hazy, and his consciousness is a little vague.

He was close to the limit. Among the two swords that attacked Dong Hu Seng and Changsun Qianxue, he chose to block the sword that attacked Changsun Qianxue.

This is not because of pro-sparse relationship, but because he knows that Chang Sun Qianxue can't stop this sword at all, and the old monk in the breaking situation has a hint of hope to block such a blow.

The air outside Donghu's monk suddenly collapsed layer by layer, as if a crystal clear crystal would crack.

This is obviously in the world of perception, and the old monk has also sensed the coming of killing intentions, and has begun to react.

However, this reaction is almost instinctive, and the old monk of Donghu seems to have no time to quickly detach himself from the moment of impending breakthrough, and then block the sword.

Ding Ning's heart instantly fell to the bottom.

Within a radius of more than ten feet, even the old monk himself had no time to block this sword. Who else in the world could possibly block this sword?

The death of Donghu old monk is equal to the death of him and Changsun Qianxue.

Ding Ning was too late to say anything, or do anything, he just subconsciously wanted to hold Chang Sun Qianxue's hand.

At this moment, there was a sword light rising from the darkness in the distance, from the plains of the wasteland, with a hint of Ding Ning's familiar atmosphere, and fell towards the East Hu monk.

An angry voice sounded again in the sky.

When this exclaimed voice sounded, the two sword lights had already met.

There was a crackling sound, and the two sword lights collided, as if the crisp ice edge had been broken.

The starting point of the sword light was at least a hundred feet away from here, but the sword light within ten feet was actually intercepted by the sword light close to the hundred feet.

Until this time, Ding Ning resumed breathing.

He knew who the person was, and only one person in the world had such a quick means.