Ye Haoran's right hand hanging outside his sleeve kept flicking, plucking a murderous string from time to time.
He quietly looked at Ding Ning whose robe was gradually soaked in blood, and found that Ding Ning's will was firmer than he expected, and he felt a little more appreciation in his heart, but his slender five fingers suddenly trembled. With this movement, the handleless white sword behind Ding Ning lit up a few more minutes, and a strange white mist appeared around him.
As the small white sword danced around Ding Ning's body, the white mist around Ding Ning became thicker and thicker.
Seeing the formation of these white mist, the brows of almost all the masters who practiced are deeply frowned.
This is the most orthodox Wushan Yunyu Jue, inherited from the Great Chu Palace. This kind of flying sword technique, the white mist formed can make every time Ding Ning draws his sword muddy, it needs to consume more power.
Before, they all had their own ideas, and many people didn't necessarily want Ding Ning to win, but at this moment, all of them wanted Ding Ning to win.
Because Ding Ning is from Qin after all.
Jing Liuli's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Naturally, she didn't think that Ding Ning was certain to be defeated, because Ding Ning carried those wooden swords on his back for his own purpose, and Ding Ning hadn't used those wooden swords yet, which meant that he hadn't used all his strength.
It's just that she couldn't understand what Ding Ning was waiting for.
Although the wounds were small, blood flowed from countless wounds, and the blood in the body would soon be gone.
A playful smile appeared on the corner of Ye Haoran's mouth.
He also didn't understand what Ding Ning was waiting for, but in his opinion, no matter what Ding Ning was waiting for, it was just adding unnecessary pain in vain before he died.
He looked up at the black sky.
The sound of the small white sword flying in the white mist was even more shrill. When it passed Ding Ning's body, it not only brought up drops of blood, but even began to bring up flesh and blood.
Geng Ren narrowed his eyes.
He has experienced cruel escapes that many practitioners can't imagine, coupled with some unique research on the body of practitioners, so he knows better than any practitioner present at the moment how much blood is flowing in a practitioner's body. , how the body reacts.
He knew that although Ding Ning seemed to be awake at this moment, if it were an ordinary practitioner, his consciousness should have been blurred at this time.
This has to do with strong willpower.
Sometimes the strong willpower that is firm enough to forget oneself can make the body produce extraordinary power, but Geng Ren is very aware of the consequences of going against common sense... that is, after the body exceeds the limit for a long time, it will suddenly and completely lose weight. out of control.
At that time, the consciousness will not be gradually blurred, but will be suddenly interrupted.
"It should be almost there."
Lin Suixin has seen many more miserable injuries on practitioners, so even though Ding Ning was cut with countless small wounds like Ling Chi, there was still no special expression on his face. However, after Geng Ren narrowed his eyes, After counting breaths, he also frowned and said something softly.
At this moment, Ding Ning began to feel really dizzy.
His consciousness seemed to leave his body and fly to the sky above.
It's just that his mood is still very calm, because he has an experience that even Geng Ren can't imagine.
He knew he still had a dozen breaths left.
His left hand began to reach back, grasping the rough hilt of a wooden sword.
An uncontrollable exclamation sounded.
There was no change at this time, and the image that fell into everyone's eyes was Ding Ning's hand falling on the hilt of a wooden sword behind him. However, everyone knew that something amazing would definitely happen in the next moment.
This premonition caused many people to burst into shock in advance.
Ding Ning swung his sword steadily.
With a bang, the wooden sword came out, and a strange green sword light appeared in a rune line in the center of the sword.
What's even more strange is that Ding Ning let go of this sword slash, and followed the momentum of the slash, and chopped the wooden sword out.
After one sword comes many swords.
All the exclamations disappeared, because everyone fell into a more intense shock that was almost numb.
Ding Ning usually uses his right hand to use the sword, but at this moment, his left hand seems to be faster than his right.
His left hand seemed to disappear in the air, but it kept a certain perfect frequency, slashing non-stop.
All the wooden swords on his back were all chopped off by him in an instant.
The most important thing is that the Mo Hua residual sword in his right hand accurately hit the flying sword that struck again.
Everyone has an illusion.
At this time, the person who completed such a sword is not a young man who has not learned swords for many years, but a great swordsman who has practiced swords for hundreds of years, and it seems that he has been practicing this kind of sword posture all his life. The momentum directly becomes the direct response of the flesh.
Dugu Bai's breathing stopped completely.
Because he had such a sword move and sword path in his mind, he saw this sword clearly earlier than anyone else.
He saw many green lights flying out from Ding Ning's back, forming a screen full of green.
This is an extremely gorgeous green light screen that is indescribable in words, but the moment it expands outward, this light screen disappears instantly.
All the wooden swords split from the rune on the sword body, and were completely torn apart by the powerful force, turning into countless flying wooden threads.
However, the green light in the rune did not disappear, but connected together, turning into a real sword light.
This sword light seems to be parallel to the whole ground, with absolute straightness, it seems to completely separate the upper space from the lower space, and silently slices towards Ye Haoran's body.
Dugu Bai knew that this was the real malachite green.
Ye Haoran frowned deeply, and he realized that he didn't even have time to recall the flying sword to block such a mysterious and powerful sword.
His eyes instantly became crystal clear, and his body continued to roar, as if many beautiful new worlds were formed in his body.
A new channel appeared in many of his meridians, and all the vitality of heaven and earth that had been sucked in his body before poured out of his body along this channel.
Fortunately, he still has a sword.
The long sword at his waist vibrated.
It was about six feet long, and the width of the sword was no more than two and a half fingers. The spine of the sword was pure and rare sky blue, and the blades on both sides were transparent. The sword jumped out of the scabbard and landed in his hand.
The subtle sound of air blowing resounded from the blade.
Countless crystal dust sprayed out from the transparent blade, forming a crystal disc in front of him.
There was a loud bang!
There was a lot of dust around him, and the crystal disc was directly chopped into pieces by the absolutely straight and cross-cutting green sword light, and the shattered crystal dust scatter in all directions, and it recoiled and crackled on his body.
Ye Haoran's body also splashed countless drops of blood, and the powerful impact caused his body to leave the ground and fly backwards.
Ding Ning saw such a scene, but he didn't feel the slightest joy, because he knew that this sword was not enough to defeat Ye Haoran, and there was not much time left for him.
He took a deep breath.
A mysterious and cold aura appeared around his body.
A cold breath appeared in his body, and then quickly disappeared, and the real cold radiated from his body.
White flaky cold mist visible to the naked eye formed around his body and splashed out, like a lake surface that had just formed ice, but the lake water hadn't completely solidified and was still rippling.
Traces of red vitality clearly appeared in these ice flakes like lines of blood.
"Blood Fiend Demon Art!"
"How could he!"
Although they were numb from shock, at this moment, many people still couldn't control their emotions and shouted loudly.
Tantai Guanjian's eyes also started to widen, but his pupils shrank unconsciously.
He felt that he saw things that he could not understand at all.
"Is that so?"
Jing Liuli was talking to herself, since she thought that Ding Ning was stronger than herself, she felt that everything was possible.
Ye Haoran's face was slightly stiff.
The mocking look on his face had completely disappeared.
At this moment, he also took a deep breath, and then raised his hand.
He didn't recall his flying sword.
The small white handleless sword had already fallen close to the ground, but at this moment, it was injected with new power, it let out a howling sound, and fell towards Ding Ning's back.