Many teachers in the practice places were too shocked to speak.
Ding Ning's sword is natural, his footwork and body position, and the timing of his sword are extremely exquisite. Not to mention a practitioner who has only learned swords for a year, even practitioners who have been immersed in the way of swords for decades, like them, can It is difficult to achieve such perfection, and even the vast majority of practitioners in the world cannot achieve such perfection in their lifetime.
The vast majority of practitioners can't do it in their lifetime, but such a young man can do it, in the eyes of these practitioners, this has nothing to do with acquired practice, has nothing to do with family background, but only with talent.
This is the real peerless talent.
The sword marks were very shallow, and after He Zhaoxi landed, there were only some tiny drops of blood oozing from his skin, but this sword mark seemed to reach He Zhaoxi's heart.
He stopped, looked at Ding Ning with an unusually pale face, and asked, "How could this be?"
Ding Ning didn't continue to attack, he paused and looked at him, and said: "Your strongest thing should be stamina, your stamina is enough to wear down many people, but it's useless to me. Because of your true energy and what you know The sword scriptures are too ordinary, no matter how much effort you put in, I don't need to put in much effort to deal with it."
All the selected students and teachers in the practice area were listening carefully to Ding Ning's words.
Most of them think that Ding Ning is right.
He Zhaoxi's biggest weakness is that the sword style he mastered is too ordinary compared to other top talents.
However, all of them thought that what Ding Ning said was simply unreasonable.
Because no matter how ordinary... Judging from He Zhaoxi's performance just now, he is already a practitioner who has entered the four realms, and he is already using the exquisite sword moves of the Ivy Sword Academy.
A four-level practitioner cannot force a three-level practitioner to use his full strength, and a three-level practitioner said that the four-level practitioner's true energy and sword style are too ordinary, which is simply absurd.
At this moment, Ding Ning looked at the extremely pale He Zhaoxi, and said, "Can your true energy be stronger? Have you comprehended the more subtle sword scriptures?"
It was quiet again in the valley.
Ding Ning's words were very peaceful, but most of the selected students couldn't tell how uncomfortable they were.
What Ding Ning said before when he was fighting Duanmu Jingzong was "Can you go faster?"
Duanmu Jingzong couldn't do it faster, so he lost.
So now Ding Ning's meaning is very clear: if your true energy can't be stronger, if you can't surpass the Ivy Sword Scripture by one level of exquisite sword scriptures, then you can admit defeat.
In such a peaceful tone, what is revealed at this time is arrogance and wanton burning arrogance that does not take opponents seriously.
"I already knew you were strong, but I didn't expect you to be this strong."
Dugu Bai turned his head to look at Zhang Yi who was stunned, couldn't help but smiled, and said, "You still underestimated your junior brother."
Zhang Yi was stunned as if in a dream and couldn't wake up. He saw Ding Ning's calm posture a lot, but he didn't see the little junior brother who was burning like wildfire.
"Next, I will challenge you. I will let you know that although Xie Changsheng is not here, what you say will still become a joke."
Only at this moment, Ding Ning turned his head slightly, looked at Gu Xichun and said.
Gu Xichun's face turned cold, and he sneered, "Really?"
"You will have no other ending."
Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned his head, and slowly raised his sword towards He Zhaoxi.
Either admit defeat, or draw the sword.
He forced He Zhaoxi to make a choice with his actions.
He Zhaoxi's mind was a little blank.
He subconsciously remembered a sword move, a sword move he had comprehended on the previous sword embryo.
It was a sword move that was far more subtle than his other sword moves.
Of course he didn't want to admit defeat, so he naturally used this sword move.
A "chi" sounded from the blue sword in his hand.
The small sword, which is the spine of the sword, broke away from the sword body again and turned into a cyan meteor with an astonishing speed, shooting directly at Ding Ning's figure. The wind blades on the magic weapon spun crazily, turning into whirling gusts of wind.
The mist in the night sky above suddenly thickened, and the strong wind gathered the mist, forming a tornado mixed with many water droplets, rushing towards Ding Ning from all directions like a dragon.
The true energy in He Zhaoxi's body had already flowed to the limit, and even nearly triggered the toxins in his body, and his body seemed to start to emit light.
Where the strong wind blew, the stones on the ground were blown apart, and He Zhaoxi's body was advancing at the same time, and the green long sword flashed many shining sword shadows in the strong wind, like thunder.
This sword is the "Thunderstorm of Ten Directions" from the Wei Palace in the past. Although it is not coordinated with the "Thunder Dragon Sword" of the court sword master back then, it is already amazingly powerful when it is unleashed by He Zhaoxi.
Looking at Ding Ning whose figure had already disappeared in countless gusts of wind, many students thought that they could not withstand such a sword.
However, it was only at this moment that everyone's ears heard a clear and crisp sound.
Then everyone was shocked to see that a fine white flower suddenly appeared on a wind roll facing He Zhaoxi.
He Zhaoxi's pupils contracted violently, his breathing stopped completely, the gust of wind dissipated suddenly, and Ding Ning's figure broke through the wind, stabbing towards his throat with a sword!
Seeing that his thunderstorm in ten directions didn't seem to have any effect at all, the chill in He Zhaoxi's heart could no longer be described in words, but at this moment, he still responded at a speed exceeding his usual limit.
The cyan long sword in his hand deflected abruptly, like a pole, it ruthlessly swept towards Ding Ning's arm holding the sword!
Ding Ning withdrew his sword suddenly, and the horizontal sword countered.
There was another loud bang.
Ding Ning fell backward like a bird with broken wings, and fell into the countless gusts of wind behind him.
The blue long sword in He Zhaoxi's hand vibrated extremely fast, making a strange buzzing sound.
This sword forced Ding Ning back into the turbulent wind and rain in all directions, no matter how you look at it, it was his victory, but he somehow felt that something was wrong.
At this moment, his breathing stopped suddenly again.
A cyan streamer shot out from the scattered wind, and sank into his belly with a puff.
A cloud of blood sprayed out from his abdomen.
Shocked and somewhat dazed, He Zhaoxi uttered a sharp scream, and unconsciously stepped back.
Countless gasps sounded.
A small blue handleless sword sank deeply into He Zhaoxi's belly, and the tip of the sword protruded from his broad back.
Blood, like many earthworms, flowed rapidly along the tip of the sword.
He Zhaoxi bowed her head.
It wasn't until this moment that he was sure that what pierced his belly was the sword shot from his own sword.
Obviously, before a few breaths, there was still a lot of energy in his body, but as the severe pain continued to flow into his mind from the middle sword, he felt that the energy in his body seemed to be emptied during these few steps back.
"How could this be?"
He looked ahead and hissed.
The same voice sounded in the hearts of many masters who practiced. They took a deep breath and looked at the thunderstorm that was still rolling in disorder. Some awe even appeared in their eyes, as if they were the seniors of Jing Liuli, But there is always some awe in the eyes looking at Jing Liuli.
They can figure out why this is the case.
Ding Ning broke through the thunderstorm in all directions, and hit the small sword, slightly changing the trajectory of the small sword. Finally, when the horizontal sword blocked it, he violently shook the body of the mother sword, causing the mother sword to tremble. Chaotic, unable to catch the small sword that was shot back.
It's just that they couldn't understand how Ding Ning could do this.
…
Lin Suixin, who hadn't shown much special expression until now, laughed again.
At this moment, Ding Ning's voice sounded again, following the sound of the wind, it reached everyone's ears.
"This is the sword move recorded on the sword embryo. I have seen it all. Do you still dare to use it?"
"What's more, you are so unfamiliar with it."
"What's more, when I said those words before, I knew you would use the sword move on the sword embryo."
Following these words, Ding Ning's figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the wind, and reappeared in the sight of the person who used it.
Everyone's eyes were a little frozen.
"Did it just take such a short time to understand all the sword styles above?"
A selected student suddenly couldn't help but let out a cry.
"It's nothing to understand."
Jing Liuli also took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said to herself: "The key is that if you understand it, you can catch some mistakes and omissions of the opponent and easily crack them. This is the real sword."
Ding Ning turned around and looked at Gu Xichun.
Behind him, He Zhaoxi slumped to the ground.