Facing the huge snow sword that cut through the air at an astonishing speed, Liang Lian still stood still.
However, countless waves of indifferent and astonishing killing intent slowly released from his body, and all the snow on the ground around him spread out fearfully.
At the same time, a strange hissing sound appeared in the distant sky.
This is a large amount of heaven and earth vitality flowing, but it doesn't look like an invisible mountain, but like an invisible beam flying in the air.
Very cohesive and fast.
Ding Ning is not an ordinary cultivator, so he is very clear that the speed of transferring the vitality of the world has exceeded the limit of ordinary practitioners of the seventh level.
Beyond the normal limit, the practitioner's body must bear a heavier burden.
Puff puff puff...
The stone path under Liang Lian's feet cracked countless times, and countless stone chips and snow powder splashed out, but his body did not move at all, and even a strange black iron-colored glow appeared on his skin. .
"The Promise Sword Body!"
Ding Ning saw what kind of exercises Liang Lian was practicing. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
At this moment, the snowflakes splashed outside Liang Lian's body were already dancing around him one by one.
Those feather-like snowflakes that were originally soft became extremely heavy with the penetration of his true essence and heaven and earth vitality. These heavy snowflakes formed several white snow curtains around his body.
Each snow curtain is like a huge millstone.
The snow sword that fell from the sky collided with the snow curtain.
It is obviously not gold and iron, but there is a loud noise like gold and iron trembling.
Such as the Huangzhong Dalu, which can only be rung by dozens of people.
The entire North Camp of the Tiger Wolf Army shook.
All the tents, ordnance, and even the thin snow accumulated on the rune chariot fell rustlingly.
Liang Lian narrowed his eyes slightly.
The clothes on his body were cut into countless holes by the snowflakes, but the skin exposed under these snowflakes shone with a strange luster, not even a trace of mark was left.
Both the huge snow sword and the snow curtain surrounding him have been completely shattered, countless snowflakes have turned into the finest powder invisible to the naked eye.
This made the world around him brighter instead.
However, he couldn't see Xue Wangxu's figure.
Because around him, there are tens of thousands of small transparent swords forming.
The number of transparent things is too terrifying, overlapping together, the world in front of me becomes unreal.
Many military practitioners standing inside the gate of the barracks completely stopped breathing at this time.
This is also an unimaginable picture for them.
Countless small transparent swords floated in the air, forming a sword tower more than ten feet high.
The center of the sword tower is Lianglian.
In the next instant, the countless small transparent swords suddenly accelerated sharply and fell, dragging out countless lines visible to the naked eye in the air.
Facing the falling Ten Thousand Swords, Liang Lian remained motionless, but a layer of irony appeared on his indifferent face.
Because he could see the sword intent in it.
These swords are not expected to defeat him, but only to trap him.
Ten thousand swords are a prison, but I don't want him to take advantage of his body and launch a fierce attack.
Xue Wangxu's understanding of swordsmanship may be much higher than his, but he is too old after all, and under the use of strength, he can no longer do whatever he wants like him, and cannot fight fiercely for a long time.
"You want to have room to breathe, and you want to fight in a gentle way with leisure... But do you think I have to fight violently?"
Looking at the tens of thousands of swords falling around his body, and feeling the sword array formed by those swords, the coldness on Liang Lian's face rapidly expanded.
He stretched out his right hand calmly.
There was a bang.
A pure aura that only a powerful natal creature could possess appeared between the heaven and the earth.
The entire barracks shook again.
This gave everyone a terrifying feeling that the giant monster trapped in chains and cages at the bottom of the great river finally broke out of the cage.
However, at the next moment, this kind of aura did not explode, but accumulated layer upon layer in front of Liang Lian.
A black light flashed quickly.
In Liang Lian's hand was a flat, black and dull broadsword.
Half of the sword body is thick in color, like black stones by the river, while the other half is radiant and swaying, like thousands of black waves.
He held this sword, horizontally across his chest.
With the influx of heaven and earth vitality traveling through the sky, a curved embankment seemed to appear around his body.
The strength emanating from his body and the sword in his hand became stronger and stronger, but this strength only grew within the river embankment.
…
At this moment, just like Zhao Zhan, who was the supervisor of Tiansi Si in the first night of the cold decisive battle, on a turret closest to the North Camp of the Tiger Wolf Army, an old man in plain cotton clothes was sitting on a wisteria chair under the eaves, sparsely His white hair was not tied up, and hung down his shoulders like a ginseng.
Behind him, there was still that slender, unusually modest young man.
It's just different from the battle between Ye Celeng and Zhao Zhan. At this time, he didn't wear casual clothes, but a plain gray official robe.
There are patterns on the official robes that can only be found on various heaven-sacrificing utensils, which means that this young man is an official of the Patriarchal Law Department.
Apart from these patterns, there are many other differences between this official robe and the ordinary patriarchal official robes. The most prominent feature is that there is a deer head pattern on the back near the neckline.
This is the mark of the head of the patriarchal clan.
So this unusually modest young man is Huang Zhenwei, the head of the Patriarchal Law Department!
"This is the strongest form in the cofferdam sword scripture, the dike breaking sword."
The old man in ordinary plain cotton clothes looked at Liang Lian's sword style through the heavy wind and snow, and sighed softly.
With a gentle and modest face, Huang Zhenwei, who is easy to like at a glance, has a dignified face at this moment. Hearing the old man's words, he couldn't help but whispered: "The sword breaking the embankment will become stronger as it accumulates. Coming out of the embankment... General Liang Lian is worthy of being a battle-hardened warrior, if he uses this kind of sword power to deal with Dongzhu Xue, Dongzhu Xue may only be forced to attack."
The old man agreed deeply and nodded.
At this moment, a dazzling light appeared in the wind and snow.
Xue Wangxu's figure appeared in the wind and snow.
A dazzling ray of light emanated from the palm of his right hand, without any impurities, pure brightness, and even exuded a holy smell.
He cast his natal sword.
This sword in the stone, which had just been polished in the battle with Feng Qianzhuo, was shining brightly at this moment.
The endless dazzling sword light gushed out from the short sword in his hand, instantly illuminating all the space in front of him, illuminating the entire North Camp of the Tiger Wolf Army, and casting the entire city in the haze of snow and snow. The northern camp of the Tiger Wolf Army was as bright as day.
Holding the sword in his hand, Xue Wangxu stabbed towards the embankment in front of him with a peaceful face.
In front of him, a huge white sheep horn appeared.
Just like the sword he showed when he passed the Sovereign Sword to Li Daoji, the white sheep's horns were slightly curved.
Then, the sharpest point of the white sheep's horn did not directly pierce the bank ahead, but just brushed past it.
The thickest part of the white ram's horn leaned on it, firmly resisting it.
The true meaning of the Aries Sword is not to sprint, but to forbear, but to offset.
The curved horns of the white goat firmly pressed against the embankment, consuming the power of the embankment, as if it was about to forcibly press the embankment inward and collapse into several pieces, allowing the flood inside to pour out through several gaps.
Seeing such a sword, the old man on the rattan chair on the turret was a little stunned, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wonderful!"
Huang Zhenwei behind him also had brilliant eyes, and at the same time couldn't help admiring: "It's really wonderful!"
…
Liang Lian's pupils suddenly shrank violently.
Seeing this sword light pressing down like a white sheep's horn, he threw his left fist forward without any hesitation.
There was another dull explosion between the sky and the earth.
His left fist, as hard as iron, hit his own sword.
The natal sword in his right hand fiercely intersected with the natal sword in Xue Wangxu's hand.
The accumulated sword momentum seemed to dissipate in an instant, but the sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a horizontal city wall.
boom!
His left fist hit his own sword hard again, trying to shake Xue Wangxu's sword away.
This counteracting power is getting stronger and stronger, making him feel unable to support it.
With the blast of this punch, the stone path on the soles of his feet was completely exploded, and countless blood flew out from the soles of his feet.
An extremely strong impact force invaded Xue Wangxu's body along the blade.
There were many slight sounds from Xue Wangxu's body, as if countless dust were shaken from his skin.
However, he only smiled gently and proudly, and the sword in his hand did not retreat an inch.
Liang Lian groaned and took a step back.
More blood splashed out from under his feet, leaving a deep red footprint on the ground.
His eyes became extremely indifferent at this moment.
Without the slightest pause, he shouted angrily, and slammed his fist hard on his sword again.
Where the face of his fist collided with the blade of the sword, countless hot blood droplets also flew out.
All the power accumulated in his sword was released forward by this blow.
Not far in front of him, Ding Ning was holding an umbrella, watching the battle calmly.
At this moment, Ding Ning's brows trembled slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and his hands trembled slightly.
Feeling the terrifying power emanating from the opponent's living body, Xue Wangxu just smiled proudly and maintained his sword posture.
There was a click.
The natal sword in his hand was broken.
Huge white goat horns are folded from the middle.
The thick white broken horn suddenly seemed to be relieved, and continued to strike forward.
There was a "click".
Liang Lian's chest sank slightly.
His body as heavy as iron flew back more than ten steps in an instant, and a mouthful of blood mist gushed out of his mouth.
Xue Wangxu lowered his hands and smiled with satisfaction.
The corners of his mouth were slowly dripping with blood, dripping down his snow-white beard.
At this moment, more dust flew out of his body, making a whistling sound.
…
"it's over."
The old man on the turret took a deep breath and stood up.
He stretched out his hand forward, and a majestic breath quickly flowed out from between his five fingers.
At the same time, Ding Ning, who had been waiting silently, had already arrived at Xue Wangxu's side. He glanced at Xue Wangxu, did not speak, but held an umbrella to help Xue Wangxu block the falling snowflakes and the wind and snow.