Years of dust blew out from the cracks in the cobblestone road, and in the eyes of many people, it looked like a large and long sword lined up in front of the maid named Rong.
Among the countless cultivators who rushed here today, many of them are hermit powerhouses who seldom leave the sect. At this time, their expressions changed slightly and their eyes narrowed.
They used to underestimate this maid surnamed Rong, but now, they know that they are wrong.
After all, this palace lady surnamed Rong belonged to an old man to Changling. She had experienced the most glorious and bloodiest era.
And the practitioners she met were all top practitioners at that time.
She witnessed the heyday of the group of people in Bashan Sword Field, and also witnessed the demise of Bashan Sword Field.
Perhaps in her hands, she has also experienced many top-notch sword scriptures.
Her shot at this time reminded all these practitioners that those who have these experiences are destined to be extraordinary.
Just like any doorman under those people back then, even the coachman, was very powerful to the outside world.
This court lady is also very powerful.
Strong beyond the boundaries of their imagination.
The hazy big swords formed by these dust exuded real killing intent, overlapping like a wall in front of the maid Rong surnamed, forming a complete sword formation with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
With such a sword array, even the vitality that rushed towards the maid of honor surnamed Rong would be split into countless layers, let alone a flying sword
Even Huang Zhenwei on the turret felt unbreakable.
In his opinion, if Ding Ning wants to deal with this maid, he can only rely on Feijian, but the distance between Ding Ning and the maid named Rong is not enough, only less than ten feet away.
Such a distance is not a distance at all for a six-level practitioner.
In the perception of the maid named Rong, there is no distance between her and Ding Ning.
A pair of big swords spanned and filled all the space between her and Ding Ning, and these swords would press on Ding Ning in her next intention.
Compared with her sword formation, Ding Ning is like a small boat facing a storm in the vast ocean.
Everyone felt that he couldn't compete at all.
Except for Jing Liuli and Ye Jiannan who followed him all the way.
The eyes of the two fell on the iron box standing behind Ding Ning.
At this moment, Ding Ning opened the iron box.
A sword shadow flew out of the iron box in good time.
This sword shadow is very small, with a light green color, like a small piece of moss, which looks soft and weak.
This sword shadow met the moving sword array, facing the first big sword, it was like a thin and soft dagger gently smacking against the wall.
A thin, soft dagger slashes against a moving wall, and with a light swipe, it can only cut off some wall dust at most, so how can it stop the entire wall from advancing
However, with just one swipe like this, the entire wall was broken.
This light blue sword shadow quietly sliced open the first big sword that came oncoming.
An unbelievable sound of inhalation sounded.
The pupils of all practitioners who had time to react shrank violently, unable to believe that this indifferent sword shadow had such power.
They also didn't have time to react for a while, and they didn't know why Ding Ning's sword shadow was born.
Just as their inhalation sounded and the unbelievable emotions spread rapidly, Ding Ning had already given them the answer.
A sword light flew out from the iron box.
This remnant sword with countless fine white flowers scattered on it was familiar to most of the people present.
But in the perception of many powerful practitioners, today's broken sword is very different from usual.
The color of this sword obviously hasn't changed in any way, but it gives them a particularly mottled feeling.
There are countless straight cracks on the Mo Hua residual sword.
These cracks were formed when the sword was broken, like countless runes that went deep into the sword, running through the whole sword and spreading to the hilt.
These cracks were originally very straight.
If the sword wires are not scattered, if there are no fine white flowers blooming in the cracks, it will hardly be seen.
However, in the perception of these powerful practitioners today, the cracks of this sword are not straight.
Those sword wires seemed to be tied with different knots, and then formed this sword.
The cracks are no longer completely straight, and there are various shadows on the sword body, so in the perception of these people, it turns into mottled.
Just as the first moss-like sword shadow fell silently on the moving sword wall, the moment the Mohua residual sword flew up from the iron box, a piece of Mohua residual sword on the body of the sword The knot disappeared.
Then a sword shadow flew out from the last flower remnant sword, like a piece of off-white wall ash.
This sword shadow like gray wall ash also fell into the sword formation, stuck to a large sword that was pressing down, and then crushed the large sword.
The sword formation that the palace lady used was huge, and she had accumulated many years of resentment, as well as the courage to fight without caring about her life after everything had been lost.
Compared with this sword array, these sword shadows are still too small and weak.
But the sword intentions contained in these sword shadows are all powerful, and the artistic conception in them is so strong that people start to tremble a little.
Some sword intents seemed to have the power to change the rules of vitality in front of them, and directly shattered the moving sword.
And there are many sword shadows...
One after another, mottled sword shadows were released from Mo Hua's remnant sword, and stabbed towards the sword array pressing ahead.
There was a loud bang.
A huge fat man seemed to appear in the shadow of the sword, falling like a mountain, forcibly crushing the entire sword array into a mess.
The sword of the maid of honor was broken in this way.
"Borrowing sword intent?"
Someone reacted and called out.
But more practitioners who reacted knew that the voice he shouted was wrong.
"Borrowing Sword Intent" can only use true energy to stimulate some residual sword intent that was just cast, which is equivalent to simulating some breath.
So this is "Royal Sword Intent".
In the entire Fanghou Mansion, it is said that only Fang Xiumu could comprehend the secret sword.
Use the sword talisman to obtain the true sword intent and use it as a means to fight against the enemy.
The knots on Ding Ning's Mo Huajian sword are Dao talismans formed with sword silk.
So at this moment, he seemed to have borrowed the swords of many strong men.
Just like the sword intent that completely crushed the sword array just now, people naturally thought of the sword that Hengshan Xuhou used against Ye Celeng on the long street.
"Ding Ning...is he really the direct descendant of Fang Xiumu?"
Someone couldn't help but screamed.
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The heart of the maid surnamed Rong contracted violently.
When the first sword intent flew out from the iron box behind Ding Ning, a layer of pimples naturally arose on her body.
The intense shock caused her heart to pump out more blood, and her lips were tender and tender.
There was a bang.
Her sword array was broken in an instant.
At this moment, two powerful sword intents rushed through the shattered sword array and fell towards her body.
A furnace of heaven and earth.
A huge wave surged into the sky.
This is the sword intent from Zhao Zhan and Ye Celeng respectively.
This is a real life-and-death struggle between the two, and it is the final sword that divides life and death.
These two sword intents appeared at the same time at this time, they did not collide, but attacked an enemy at the same time.
There was no sound in the blending of water and fire, but inspired by Ding Ning's true energy, it brought out some power that did not belong to his realm at all.
The maid Rong has no time to think.
Her hands are pushed forward.
A breath unique to the natal sword gushed out from her palm.
Still no sound.
But an unusually beautiful flame bloomed in front of her.
It was a crystal water ball that was exploding outwards, but inside the water ball, there were countless dazzling red fire lines.
A muffled groan burst out from between the bright red lips of the palace maid surnamed Rong Rong, her body was shaken and thrown back high, like a kite being let loose.
A circle of black umbrellas quickly moved back, triggering exclamations caused by squeezing.
The fighting area has been expanded, and the previously vacated space is no longer enough.
Fortunately, almost all the people in the front were practitioners, and this kind of squeezing did not lead to falling to the ground and trampling, causing more chaos.
The water mass exploded completely, turning into countless water droplets.
The water droplets were burned by the fire wire and began to turn into clouds of steam.
The eyes of the maid surnamed Rong narrowed into a slit, and a sword light flew in the pure white Qi, shooting in front of her.
That was Ding Ning's Floating Sword, his Flying Sword.
However, at this time Ding Ning's figure disappeared into the mist in front of her.