The beautiful eyes of the mermaid princess of the Sea Tribe sparkled with some strange brilliance, as if she was weighing a certain choice. She knew very well that once a genius like Ding Tong grew up, for the Sea Tribe, It will also be a huge threat.
As for the top masters of the Western Feather Tribe, their eyes were flashing with murderous intent at this time.
Feilun, the black and white six-winged feather clan genius, was shocked and secretly conveyed the news to his companions. If there is a chance today, Ding Tong must not be allowed to leave alive. The Western Yu clan is already in the middle of a war with Shenting. The disadvantage is that once a monster like Ding Tong grows up, he will probably repeat the tragedy of the Yu clan's royal court being breached sixteen years ago.
It may even be worse than sixteen years ago.
Because the Great Son of God sixteen years ago did not have the terrifying strength of Ding Tong today.
the other side.
The expressions of the Xuanshuang War God of the Northern Territory and the Buddha Master of the Great Thunder Sound Temple also changed slightly.
Ding Hao only felt that there was something hot and burning in his body, about to burst out, as if the dark stream of light in the sky and the shadow of the huge sword and wings behind Ding Tong inspired some kind of power hidden deep in his blood, just like It was as if the proud king had been provoked and wanted to make the most powerful response.
He had to work hard to suppress this power.
Because Ding Hao knew in his heart that he was definitely no match for Ding Tong at this time. Once Ding Tong sensed his presence, he would hardly be spared from a thunderous strike.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late.
The right way is to rise up in the future and have another showdown.
The pair of huge swords and giant wings behind Ding Tong were definitely visions caused by the inspired power of blood, but Ding Hao felt something strange again. Ding Tong's sword holy body bloodline was slightly different from his own. Silk is different.
The power of Ding Tong's sword and holy blood contains undoubted domineering power. It is completely a kind of brutal and brutal crushing. To describe it in one word, that is, not.
It is said that the core strength should lie in one word.
After all, it is difficult for a tyrant to become a saint.
The benevolent are invincible, the saints are benevolent, the saints can be domineering, but the dominators can never become saints.
These sudden realizations, as if they originally existed in Ding Hao's mind, suddenly jumped out. After Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, he suddenly felt that his mind was clear. At this moment, he grasped the dark world. There was a fleeting hint of mystery, and there was a sudden enlightenment.
Is this the secret of it
Seeing the power of sword and blood displayed by Ding Tong, Ding Hao realized something that he had never noticed before.
Looking up, Ding Tong is like the king of gods and demons who dominates everything, standing in the sky. Everyone around him seems to be humble ants crawling under his feet. His aura and momentum cover up everything around him, taking away everything. brilliance to all.
Ding Hao began to worry.
Faced with such a Ding Tong, does the father's side still have a chance to win
At this time -
"Let all this end." Ding Tong's voice changed, as if he were a cold and ruthless machine, without any emotion. He seemed to have abandoned all the emotions and desires in the world in an instant, and his cold pupils were as bright as The divine light of judgment looked down and said: "The weeds from sixteen years ago should be cut off today. All the existence that blocks me will eventually dissipate."
There was an unspeakable terror in this sound.
The strong men in heaven and earth felt a sense of despair as if the god of death had strangled their throats the moment the demonic sound entered their ears.
Countless powerful men with lower strength have already knelt down on the ground with pale faces. However, those under the realm of Emperor Wu, including the sergeants of the Black Armored Army, simply cannot bear the sound. They fall from the sky like dumplings. They fell down, but they did not scream. Instead, they were possessed by a demon. Even as their bodies fell, they still worshiped Ding Tong's figure like the demon king in the sky...
"Yes, everything that happened sixteen years ago should be over."
Ding Shengtan suddenly spoke up.
He was surrounded by golden light, like a candlelight that could bring a faint hope to people in the endless darkness. Although it was swaying, it would never go out, lighting up the hearts of countless people.
In an instant, many powerful men with great strength finally woke up a little when they saw this golden light.
"Come on, let me feel what Haoer went through back then."
Ding Shengtan looked up to the sky and screamed, his black hair erupted, his figure soared into the sky, breaking away from the boundless darkness, as if it was a divine sword that opened up the world, and rushed towards Ding Tong indomitably.
At first, his figure was not very fast, and the golden light around his body was not very hot and sharp.
But as he got closer and closer to Ding Tong, his whole body seemed to be on fire.
The weak golden light like a candle burned like a prairie fire, intertwining with the black stream of light. In the blink of an eye, the darkness of the sky began to be mixed with golden haze, black streamer and golden haze, as if The most primitive forces in the world are entangled together.
Ding Shengtan's body cut through the black stream of light and arrived a hundred meters away from Ding Tong in an instant.
Such a change was beyond everyone's expectations.
Ding Hao was shocked, and his heart suddenly hung in his throat.
He understood that this was Ding Shengtan's most powerful counterattack, and it was also the strongest counterattack. If this move could not defeat Ding Tong, his father's life would be in danger, and today's game would be a complete failure.
"Hahaha, it's ridiculous. Yinghuo Hui also wants to compete with Haori?" Ding Tong's voice sounded without any human emotion.
The next moment, the black stream of light in the sky strangled like a whirlpool crazily, instantly crushing most of the golden haze, and the huge sword wings behind Ding Tong seemed to be held by the giant hands of gods and demons that existed in the dark. Stop, it struck down like lightning.
The blade of the sword pointed directly at Ding Shengtan's eyebrows.
In the sky, the hurricane was violent, and countless strong men were swept away in an instant.
Ding Shengtan's golden figure finally slowed down a bit.
Ding Hao's heart was shaking so hard that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
At this moment, he was simply more nervous than when he faced the moment of life and death. His father's speed was slowed down, which meant that he was beginning to decline. Although he didn't know what the power of the golden mist that could restrain Ding Tong's dark aura was, it was obvious that It doesn't last long.
Are you going to lose
My father cannot be allowed to face such an enemy alone.
An idea jumped up in Ding Hao's mind, and then grew crazily. He barely hesitated at all. The magic knife and the rusty sword appeared in his hands at the same time, and the profound energy from the Dantian under the abdomen and the Dantian in the chest was frantically injected into it. The swing of the sword was like a flap of wings, and Ding Hao rushed towards Ding Tong like an arrow from the string.
The terrifying taboo power burst out from the magic knife and the rusty sword.
The rusty sword turned into a crystal jade sword tens of meters long. The rust stains on it were flying wildly and rapidly, like a swirling bloody stream. The magic sword also expanded, with the blade intact, and several ancient runes on it were like blood streams.
Two weapons, another completely different taboo power, unabashedly swayed in the void.
Everyone was shocked.
"kill!"
Ding Hao shouted.
All the energy in his body was concentrated, and he had never been so focused as at this moment.
At this moment, all the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared. There was a sword in his hand, and only the sword remained in his heart. Everything in his sight blurred, but only Ding Tong's figure became clearer and clearer.
Demonic swords and rusty swords came out.
A new terrifying power merged and burst out.
The densely packed swords and weapons flying in the sky, worshiping Ding Tong, suddenly became messy, and the dings and dings clashed together, as if the same courtier saw the appearance of the two kings, and became confused and confused. I don’t know which king to worship.
Some of the weapons in the sky trembled slightly in the direction of Ding Hao, and some in the direction of Ding Tong. They even collided with each other, becoming a mess, and a large part fell uncontrollably...
Seeing this scene, many strong men were shocked and quickly took back their weapons.
"What's going on? This kind of vision..."
"The power of this bronze masked man can actually interfere with Ding Tong..."
"Another aura that makes swords and soldiers tremble. This is definitely not an ordinary power... Could it be that the man with the bronze ghost face mask also hides his strength?" The princess of the mermaid tribe opened her eyes wide. Starting from a slight bump on the street that day, This bronze masked man with a ghostly face shocked her time and time again, and she became deeply curious about this weirdo.
"Is another peerless genius about to be born?"
"Two heroes competing for glory?"
"No, the power of the man in the bronze ghost mask is still too weak to pose a real threat to Ding Tong. The two of them are not on the same level..." Someone saw some clues.
In the dark sky.
Ding Hao was wrapped in the brilliance of the sword, like a meteor with a long trailing tail, rushing towards the Dark Demon God Ding Tong without hesitation.
The black light that filled the sky was finally affected.
call out!
The magic knife and the rusty sword struck together, and in an instant, an incredibly powerful stream of light, like a sharp sword cutting through rotten wood, arrived first and surpassed Ding Shengtan's figure, striking at Ding Tong.
"What?!"
For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on Ding Tong's face.
The oncoming stream of light looks as weak as a thin needle on the surface, as if it can be shattered with just a pinch, but the special power contained within it is almost indestructible, and even vaguely familiar and restrained. The power of his own darkness came towards him, giving him an unprecedented sense of threat.
"Damn ants!"
Ding Tong pointed out.
The huge sword and phantom wings that were attacking Ding Shengtan met the strange stream of light in a flash.