"When it comes to the truth that the sword is life, I have learned a lot by assisting the garrison to kill the enemy on the border of the Yuezhi Kingdom in the past two years."
Zhou Xieyi looked at Ding Ning condensedly, held another black iron sword with no front, and said: "A young man like you who hasn't even walked out of Changling, and hasn't even seen the wind and sand in the real battle. How can you teach me a lesson?"
Ding Ning looked at the young man who was wearing a bun and began to exude an aura of iron and blood while holding a sword in his hand, and said seriously: "I only hope that after this battle, you still have such vigor. You have to understand that if you are not defeated, how can you come here?" win."
Zhou Xinyi frowned suddenly, and a cold light flashed across his face.
"Do you want to use such words to disturb my state of mind? I'm afraid this is a method only used by people in the world when they are fighting fiercely."
With his sword in his chest, he expelled all the dryness from his body, and then said indifferently: "Let's get started."
With his sword crossing his chest, all the people watching the battle on both sides of the strait instantly became absolutely concerned.
"Actually, this is not an absolutely fair matchup."
A voice sounded from one place on the river slope.
The one who spoke was a handsome young man wearing a luxurious fox fur coat.
"Even he's here!"
Many people recognized that this handsome young man was ranked seventh in the list of talents, the genius Yi Xin of the Xinjian sect.
Then, many people thought that Yi Xin's father was a high-ranking adult in Hongyang Academy.
It's just that Yi Xin is ranked seventh in the list of talents, but no one thinks there is a problem.
Because in a certain trial of Xinjianzong last autumn, Yi Xin had publicly demonstrated the strength of the fourth level. If you haven't reached the fifth level, you can't control the flying sword, but the unique mind sword can still let the practitioners of the Xinjian sect use their mind power to condense sword energy to sting or stab their opponents.
Such a person's voice is naturally enough.
"You only pay attention to the ranking in the talent book, but you ignore that Ding Ning only started to practice last year. And although his ranking is high, it is clearly remembered in the talent book that he is only a low-rank cultivation base of the third realm, and Zhou Xinyi is already a top-rank cultivation in the Three Realms. No matter in terms of training time or cultivation, this battle itself is not as fair as you think."
Feeling the gazes of the people around her, Yi Xin didn't care at all and continued, "So even if you lose, it doesn't mean anything."
Many people couldn't help frowning, realizing that they had indeed overlooked such a problem.
Zhang Yi was convinced, saluted Yi Xin far away, and said, "This man is a gentleman."
Xie Changsheng curled his lips. Although he had blind confidence in Ding Ning and felt that Yi Xin was unnecessary, he also knew that Yi Xin had good intentions, so that even if Ding Ning lost, he would not be ashamed like Fan Wuque.
"But will Ding Ning lose?" He snorted coldly.
"Naturally, we don't think so." Nangong Caishu said softly, "But the vast majority of people here probably think the opposite of us."
Xie Changsheng was slightly taken aback, and seeing the expressions on the faces of the people around him in a blink of an eye, he suddenly became indignant.
If he had time, he might come up with something else.
It's just that Ding Ning didn't give him enough time at this moment.
Because at this moment, Ding Ning on the stone platform calmly crossed his sword across his chest and said, "Please."
The cold voice pierced the air in front of him and clearly entered the ears of everyone watching the battle.
In the next moment, it turned into a mournful sword cry.
Ding Ning's figure did not move, but the long sword in his hand had drawn more than ten sword marks in the air in front of him.
The white sword energy flowing from the black sword criss-crossed, forming a white sword talisman in front of him in an instant.
"The Aries Sword Talisman Sutra!"
"So fast!"
All the noise disappeared instantly, and all turned into exclamations!
Shen Yi's breathing stopped immediately, but his eyes widened to the extreme.
He also recognized that this was the sword power of the Aries Sword Talisman Sutra, but it was different from the sword talisman against him. It was not that the green hills rose on both sides of the bank, but that this sword talisman directly turned into a big river.
"How could it be so fast..."
Zhang Yi's face was also full of astonishment.
Before he took a breath, he was deeply worried whether Ding Ning would get used to this kind of frontless iron sword, but now it seems that Ding Ning's sword is easier to use, and this sword is faster!
Zhou Xieyi never thought that Ding Ning's attack would be so decisive, nor did he think that Ding Ning's sword talisman was so fierce.
In his eyes, he could no longer see Ding Ning's figure, only a big river pouring down.
Ding Ning is really strong!
With just such a sword, it is already worthy of being ranked in the list of talents.
Shocked in his heart, such a thought flashed through his mouth, but a sharp whistle burst out from his mouth.
His sword was originally lying across his chest, which was the etiquette of starting a duel in the Great Qin Dynasty, but at this time he directly pushed the sword forward sideways.
His right arm trembled, followed by five fingers.
The majestic and pure true energy poured into the black sword at an astonishing speed, and then turned into dazzling yellow light.
In front of him, it was as if a yellow embankment had appeared, shaking the river forcefully without any tricks.
His true energy cultivation base is two small realms higher than Ding Ning's, so he doesn't need any tricks at all, he just needs to use the safest method to fight hard.
Seeing him displaying such a sword gesture, Lu Duofeng and Xin Jianli, who were watching the battle not far from Xie Changsheng and the others, beamed with joy.
In their view, with the right intention, most of this battle has been won.
There was a muffled bang.
The great river collapsed, but the yellow embankment remained undisturbed and continued to push forward.
With just this sword, Zhou Xieyi had already demonstrated a strength that absolutely surpassed that of Ding Ning.
Although the stone platform was wide, the power of Zhou Xieyi's sword almost covered half of the stone platform. The seemingly slow, mountain-like strength had already pressed down on Ding Ning's body.
Ding Ning still looked normal.
The sword in his hand stretched forward, and there seemed to be a wildfire burning in front of him.
This piece of wildfire seemed weak, but it just offset the potential of Zhou Xieyi's sword.
There was a soft sound.
Zhou Xieyi was slightly taken aback.
The blunt sword tip in Ding Ning's hand pierced the overflowing vitality, and hit the blade he pushed forward.
Light and delicate, with the help of this sword push and send, Ding Ning's body deftly flew backwards.
Zhou Xinyi narrowed his eyes slightly, he took a deep breath, his chest swelled up, but the real energy in his body was oppressed by this breath, it was about to pour into the long sword in his hand faster, and he was about to launch a counterattack immediately .
However, at this moment, his breathing paused slightly.
Ding Ning, who was flying in mid-air, already drew his sword again.
His sword posture has inexplicable beauty and rhythm, and a white sword symbol has already formed at this time.
The white sword symbol disappeared and suddenly turned into countless burning rays of light.
Even though it was early morning, a round of sunset appeared in the midair in front of him.
Extremely smooth, almost subconsciously, Zhou Xieyi swung his sword upwards.
The true energy poured into the straight sword in his hand immediately turned into a yellow cloud flying upwards, the sword's intent was chic, as if it was about to fly to the sky.
There was a bang.
The sunset transformed by the meaning could not bear the power of this sword, and burst completely in an instant.
The shattered red flames and yellow clouds mixed together, forming a brilliant glow of tens of feet long above the stone platform in an instant.
Brilliant sunbeams illuminate the dark ice on both sides and in the middle, splashing more colors, which is the most beautiful scenery.
However, the gazes of almost all practitioners did not stay on that ray of light, but all fell in front of Zhou Xinyi's body.
There, Ding Ning had already fallen.
Ding Ning's body was only a few steps away from the edge of the stone platform behind him, but his face was still extremely peaceful, and at this moment, he had already drawn his sword forward.
At this time Zhou Xinyi felt extremely hearty, his sword just now was called "Huang Yun Slashes Chixia", and Ding Ning's sword talisman seemed to come together to match his sword.
In the past few years, he has never performed such a vivid, comfortable and memorable sword.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
His sword power was exhausted, and it was still raised high.
However, Ding Ning's sword has already been released.
A simple sword symbol was formed in front of Ding Ning.
His pupils contracted violently, and he realized that Ding Ning had deliberately used that sword just now to induce him to use Huang Yun's sword to chop Chixia!
An extremely violent howling sound gushed out of his mouth.
The long sword in his hand cut down at a speed beyond the usual limit!
"Still slow."
Someone on the bank sighed.
"At this time, I'm working too hard, but I can't achieve it." Yi Xin also shook her head, looking at Ding Ning with admiration in her eyes.
"Teacher...teacher...teacher..." Zhang Yi was so surprised that she couldn't say a complete sentence.
In the carriage compartment, Gu Xichun's expression suddenly turned ugly.
A lot of people don't have the same emotions as they do at this moment.
But in their eyes, the outcome has already been decided.
"Crack..."
Zhou Xieyi's sword slashed at an ice tree that hit him head-on.
Countless ice chips flew out from the sword.
He yelled angrily, and was hit by many shattered ice cubes on his chest. He couldn't control his figure at all, and stepped back.
It wasn't until this moment that all the rest of the spectators came to their senses, and they all let out an exclamation.
Ding Ning already made another strike.
Another big river poured down towards Zhou Xiyi with the momentum of rolling thousands of miles.
"So fast!"
"How could it be so fast!"
Purely criticizing Shi Jian, Zhang Yi was able to speak out completely.
This is the fastest castration sword in the Aries Sword Talisman, Ding Ning is now pursuing the victory, so naturally he used it very appropriately, but this sword is one of the most complicated three sword talismans in the Aries Sword Talisman, At this moment, Ding Ning's sword is like this, but Zhang Yi is a little unbelievable.
Hearing Zhang Yi's exclamation, Xue Wangxu smiled slightly, and tapped his head with his knuckles, "You idiot, you are fast with a broken sword, can't you be faster with a good sword?"
Just like enlightenment, Zhang Yi suddenly woke up.
The rune of Mohua Canjian was incomplete, making it more difficult to grasp the direction of the sword's energy, and this frontless iron sword was at least intact even if it was unfamiliar to Ding Ning.
"Before I was able to be so fast with that broken sword, Junior Brother Ding Ning is really a genius among geniuses." After thinking about this, he fell into an even stronger shock.
Unable to control the figure, the body suffered heavy blows, even if the sword was thrown out hastily, the sword's momentum was naturally scattered.
Ding Ning's sword was purely for speed, even Lu Duofeng's face was completely pale, and he felt that Zhou Xinyi was bound to lose.
"How could I lose in your hands!"
However, at this moment, Zhou Xieyi shouted angrily.
The five fingers of his left hand stroked the black sword.
Just like playing a musical instrument, five strands of true energy crazily rushed into the rune from the middle of the sword body.
In front of him, a black light swayed.
It's like an ink landscape.
Nangong Caishu's face suddenly became extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Freehand sword gesture!"
"The mountains and rivers are picturesque! The first style of freehand fragments!"
Among the spectators, those with better vision directly exclaimed the name of the sword of this style.
The rushing river crashed into the ink light, as if it was fixed in the picture scroll, and could not enter at all.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Xiyi's feet slumped suddenly, and the cracks in the rocks under her body were forced, and countless dust burst out suddenly.
He yelled again, but his body rushed forward, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed forward.
The sword was filled with yellow clouds, and white light shot out again, which was exactly the sword intent of Huang Yun and White Crane.
Although this sword was done hastily, it was not fully exerted, but it cut straight to the center line, with momentum like a rainbow, but it was more powerful than any sword Ding Ning had used before.
There was no sound on either side of the river bank.
Ding Ning was already only a few steps away from the edge behind him. At this time, he was pressed by absolute force without fancy tricks. What else could he do to deal with it