The Sword Dynasty

Even if these four-person squads are all practitioners of the Six Realms, they are already beheading squads that can forcibly assault and kill the Seven Realms on the battlefield.

The four Seven Realm Practitioners who can form such a perfect killing array may be able to kill any enemy Seven Realms on the battlefield.

However, when these four killing intentions fell to Ding Ning, Lin Zhijiu and others on the shore did not have a plan.

Because the opponent of these four drug slaves is Ding Ning, and Ding Ning is an incomparable existence of any seven realms.

In the Changling City that year, such a squad was nothing.

So Lin Linjiu's eyes at this time even have a long-lost emotion and a hopeful flash.

No one has the perfect sword intention like Wang Jingmeng. When he first saw Wang Jingmeng and saw Wang Jingmeng's sword, he was shocked.

In many subsequent battles, watching Wang Jingmeng's enemies and watching many of his sword styles is an unspeakable enjoyment for practitioners like him.

And now, he has not seen such a sword for many years.

The shadow of the shield and the gunpoint covered Ding Ning on the white sand beach, and locked Ding Ning's Qi machine firmly. The two seven-story drug slaves sensed all the slight changes in Ding Ning's body and judged some of his possible movements. .

Ding Ning moved at this moment, he turned sideways with no ingenuity, and greeted the gunpoint that came first.

When his body moves, the one who changes first is the servant. The water vapor around the sky and the sky gathers toward the huge horn bow in his hand. The crystal drops of water shrink from both ends of the bow body and converge on his In his fingers, he condensed into a crystal clear water arrow.

There were terrible energy fluctuations on this crystal-clear water arrow, and there were constant sounds of phoenix in the air.

Ding Ning was a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at the horned bow in the hand of the drug slave. It was only this moment that the drug slave was a meal.

He can lock Ding Ning's position, but he can't shoot.

Because Ding Ning's standing position at this time is at the corner under the shield, which is the dead corner that he can't reach.

Ding Ning simply turned sideways and moved forward, which already blocked his shot.

Then Ding Ning made his sword.

An extremely simple sword.

The breath of life flowed out of his hands and turned into a big sword.

A few violent energies appeared in the air, which became strange brilliance, and quickly attached to the blade of the Great Sword.

The blade of the Great Sword seemed to become thinner and sharper in an instant.

Then his sword was cut on the tip of the gun that stabbed him, and then it was attached to the shield.

The gun was broken and the shield was broken.

This sword is just a gas machine that accurately locks the gun shield, without any ingenuity.

The gunpoint fell off Ding Ning's side, and Ding Ning passed through the cut shield and passed the two drug slaves.

His sword passed by, and the heads of the two drug slaves floated.

Only four of the four drug slaves are left.

The drug slave with the water arrow on his fingertips did not hesitate. He released the water arrow on his finger, and then pulled out the long knife from his back.

In his subconscious mind, the distance between Ding Ning and him is too close. Under this distance, any small physical movement of the practitioner can easily avoid the direct shot of the arrow.

However, in his view, such a arrow can still win him a certain amount of time, not to mention that in front of him, there is a flying sword with countless sword shadows.

A bang.

The arrow shot without any sharp sound of breaking the air, but made a loud noise, the arrow instantly became a water dragon, heading towards Ding Ning.

That faint green flying sword fell from the sky, and countless sword shadows mixed together, like the feathers of countless peacocks falling.

Ding Ning raised his head slightly, he looked at the countless sword shadows, and lifted the sword in his hand.

There was a crisp crackle in the dull loud noise when the water dragon broke through the sky.

When the shadow of the sky was over, Ding Ning's sword light fell, and the faint green flying sword revealed its real body, and became two pieces of severed swords, which fell like a cut dragonfly.

At the same time, Ding Ning's body has also passed the water dragon, and a sword was cut towards the medicine slave who had just pulled out the long sword behind his back.

Speaking of cutting is actually more like a stroke.

Because the action of Ding Ning's sword is too smooth and light, and this medicine slave is at the end of his sword.

The feeling of this sword is that even if the tip of the sword is scratched on the body, it only leaves a shallow wound, but the drug slave in the face of Ding Ning is completely different from this feeling.

He intuitively felt that the sword in his hand could not stop a sword at all. With a bang in the deep sea of ​​his body, his left hand pulled out a short knife from his waist and sealed it towards the tip of Ding Ning's sword.

Ding Ning's eyes fell on him.

There was no change in his sword power, Jianguang cut into the gap between the two swords.

The drug slave's body froze.

He watched Ding Ning's sword point across his chest.

There was only a faint red mark on the tip of the sword. However, in the next moment, the red mark snarled between the red marks, and the sword gas continued to deepen into his body.His body was cut like a thin piece of paper.

The last drug slave was coughing up blood.

His natal sword was cut off instantly, causing serious trauma to his Qihai.

Ding Ning received the sword, his eyes fell on the drug slave's eyebrows.

A red dot appeared on the brow of this drug slave.

A drop of blood flying in the air was driven by his blade when he collected the sword, and fell on the drug slave's eyebrow.

The power of this drop of blood is not strong, but it is deadly enough for a practitioner who was destroyed and the true element in the body is still violently oscillating.

A loud sound rang from behind the drug slave's brain.

A smog of blood rose from behind his head, and then the body of the drug slave fell softly to the ground.

Ding stood quietly.

The bodies of the four drug slaves were scattered around him.

Looking at this picture, Lin Zhuojiu was infinitely emotional.

Even the practitioners of the Seven Realms, under such perfect swordsmanship, are extremely fragile, and seem to be no different from the lower-level practitioners.

The former Wang Jingmeng is so powerful.

In other words, Ding Ning is more powerful now.

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Lin Zhuojiu and Zhang Shiwu and Changsun Qianxue went ashore.

They followed behind Ding Ning, walked across the white sand beach and a mangrove forest, and walked in front of the structures on this floating island.

They couldn’t see it in the white mist in the distance. Now they saw six rooms and six independent huge warehouses standing in front of them.

These six huge warehouses are all made of gloomy woods in the sea. The sea breeze can not corrode, but exudes the smell of years.

Each warehouse is huge, like a UFO ship stranded on the island.