A trace of blood oozed from between Jing Liuli's lips.
Joruri bit her lip, but she didn't notice.
Because she is nervous.
When presiding over the Minshan Sword Club, those selected students including Ding Ning had very dangerous moments, but she hardly felt the feeling of being nervous.
But now is different.
This is a real life-and-death battle. Both sides have the sole purpose of killing each other, and no one will intervene to stop it.
And corresponding to the cultivation realm of Ding Ning and the maid surnamed Rong, as long as Ding Ning is really exposed to the sight and perception of the maid surnamed Rong, it means death.
"Hide and seek with me?"
The maid surnamed Rong's real energy was exhausted very violently, and some wounds on her body even spilled blood, but some crazy smiles began to appear on her face, "I can't hide it now, can I?"
She is an old man in Changling, especially one of the people closest to those Bashan sword fields back then.
Only when you see it will you think about it, and only when you think about it will you be able to learn.
Many of the strongest practitioners in Changling later were often the closest to those top experts in the Bashan Sword Field.
Therefore, the sword scriptures cultivated by the maid surnamed Rong are also of extraordinary quality, and it is also a secret sword that is unimaginable in ordinary places of practice.
It's just that when the crazy smile spread on her face, a series of crazy sword intents gushed out from her mouth with a powerful natal aura.
Ding Ning began to cough up blood.
The smoke and dust around him are still lingering, and the sword intent spewed from the mouth of the maid surnamed Rong has not really fallen, but the squeeze of vitality brought by it has already made him a little unbearable.
His feet were on the ground, and he slid backward involuntarily, the soles of his feet seemed to be on fire.
The killing intent in the air was so strong that even some of the seven-level powerhouses among the crowd watching the battle were shocked.
It turns out that a person's killing intent can be so intense and powerful.
This is the sword intent in the "Hen Tian Jian Jing", the emotion accumulated for many years with the strongest hatred has created an unimaginable killing intent.
Sword Qi shining with porcelain-like sword light fell towards Ding Ning's body.
The air in front of these sword auras turned black, and the rubble around Ding Ning's body exploded continuously, turning into countless fine powders, and then gathered together by the powerful impact force, forming some terrifying black strips .
This is the gap in absolute power.
It is absolutely impossible for Ding Ning to block such a sword.
Even Jing Liuli felt that it was impossible for Ding Ning to block such a sword.
Everyone thought that it was impossible for Ding Ning to block the sword of Rong Gongnuo, just like from the beginning of this battle, everyone felt that it was absolutely impossible to defeat the sixth level after entering the fifth level.
But everyone wants to see a miracle.
Then Ding Ning made people see a miracle.
He had already started to cough up blood, but his face was still calm.
Squeezed by powerful force, the breath in his body seeped into the iron box behind him with difficulty but accurately.
The surface of the iron box was already covered with many scorched marks under the burning of the fiery smoke and hot sand just now, but at this moment, these scorched marks suddenly turned black, as black as if there was ink inside. flowing out.
A faint and lofty breath emanated from the iron box, but the moment this breath gushed out, Ding Ning stopped coughing up blood and his breath became smoother.
Because the strong squeezing force brought by those sword qi has all disappeared.
Many pure white rays of light shot out from the cracks in the iron box, without a trace of impurities.
Even those sword qi have stagnated.
In the world around Ding Ning, a white picture scroll seemed to suddenly unfold, imprisoning everything in it.
Everyone was shocked beyond words.
Even Huang Zhenwei, who was on the turret recently, opened his eyes wide in shock, not understanding what is the iron box behind Ding Ning that has such a powerful aura.
The maid surnamed Rong stopped breathing.
Not because of shock, but because the air in front of her was almost frozen.
Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, the ink stains in the scorched marks on the surface of the iron box faded away, and a long scroll of ink and ink flew out of the iron box behind him.
There was a bang.
There was a muffled thunder in the sky.
The entire sky completely turned into the color of ink painting, black and white.
The maid surnamed Rong's body shook violently, and blood came out of her ears.
A sword light appeared in the black and white sky, like a bolt of lightning.
It was the flying sword that Ding Ning had hidden somewhere.
A heavy rain fell.
Countless rain rays with sharp sword intent fell, and countless water splashes exploded a few feet away from the maid surnamed Rong, which could not cause real damage to the maid surnamed Rong, but made her sword energy almost stop in the air.
The scorching sun in the sky was covered by dark clouds.
A white crescent moon is formed.
All the rain lines began to freeze, and the white rain lines turned into blue-black ice lines.
All the people watching the game outside the field felt cold.
The ice thread began to shatter, and then a lot of cold and evil sword energy appeared in it, flying wantonly, cutting on the sword energy of the maid named Rong.
The body of the maid surnamed Rong began to tremble violently.
The porcelain vitality outside her body began to shake, and then she also began to cough lightly, coughing up blood.
"It's a fragment of the Zhou family ink garden!"
Many people finally fully reacted and exclaimed.
Jing Liuli finally resumed her breathing, and felt some pain in the broken part of her lips.
The fragments of the Zhou family ink garden are famous throughout Changling, but no one has ever thought that a practitioner could use this thing to fight like this.
However, the miracles shown by Ding Ning have not stopped.
He looked up.
The flying sword flying in the sky was suddenly covered with blue-black black ice, drawing a long arc in the air.
That arc is like all the missing parts of a crescent moon, filling the crescent moon completely.
There was a bang.
All the vitality pervading around the body of the maid named Rong began to explode.
The fragments flying out of the iron box behind Ding Ning began to shatter and disintegrate along each ink line. There was no flame, but countless debris flew out along the symbol, but it seemed to be burning.
The palace maid surnamed Rong at the center of the explosion let out a shrill and terrifying whistling sound.
A cloud of blood also exploded from her mouth, and her whole body was blasted off the ground by an irresistible force, and fell heavily to the ground without a trace.
There was another bang.
A deep pit appeared on the ground, like a meteorite smashed out.
Terrible dust flames shot out from the center of the deep pit, mixed with scarlet blood.
The surrounding streets and alleys were dead silent.
The maid surnamed Rong slowly stood up from the center of the pit.
The porcelain luster on her body has disappeared, and her skin is covered with many shocking wounds.
Her face was already swollen, and blood was continuously oozing from the corner of her lips.
After stopping for a breath, she let out another shrill and angry howl.
Not only because of the pain and injuries, but also because of the fact that Ding Ning had disappeared in front of her.
The ashes of the remnants of the ink garden are still floating in the sky.
The black ashes are like a black snow covering the entire sky, but the reflected luster is like white paper, and the space is divided into layers, making it impossible for sight to penetrate.
Ding Ning is no longer there.
Even the iron box behind him was no longer in the gravel.
He didn't continue to take the opportunity to attack, but chose to continue to disappear and play hide-and-seek with her.
…
Just when the palace maid surnamed Rong suffered a real serious injury and let out a shrill and angry scream again, an old man with white beard and hair like a ginseng beard was walking slowly towards the tea garden.
He is Mo Shoucheng that Huang Zhenwei is worried about.
Changling has no city walls, but he is one of Changling's invisible walls.
Today, there are thousands of people in the streets, and all the attention is diverted to the place where Ding Ning and the maid surnamed Rong are fighting. Then naturally, precautions will be neglected elsewhere, and unusual things will easily breed.
He is a real wise man, so he naturally has to prepare in advance.
At this time, he had already felt the killing intent of the woman in Yunshui Palace. He was no longer on the high place on the turret, but chose to be very close to Baishanshui, because he didn't want any more accidents, and he didn't want to let this woman The woman walks away.
The black sword light was still spinning like a top, easily flying away all the heaven and earth vitality that fell on it.
Just like striking a real spinning top, no matter how powerful the force is, it will only make the spinning top spin faster.
This is an impeccable defensive sword, and the power of the same seven realms cannot be broken at all.
However, looking at Xu Fenqin's sword power, Bai Shanshui, who knew that his battle with Xu Fenqin must have been noticed by some top powerhouses in Changling, smiled sweetly instead.
In the sky, a crystal drop of water fell from an endless height.
When approaching the ground, this drop of crystal clear water has turned into a long river, a long horizontal river.
This long river is like a huge palm patting down.
The manufacturing point of the black top power is originally at the bottom.
As the power of the slap from above subdued, the power of Xu Fenqin's sword gesture pressed down, and the two huge forces instantly tore the ground below, and drilled a huge hole in an instant.
There was the sound of surging water deep below.
Bai Shanshui and Xu Fenqin went down.
Xu Fenqin uttered an angry shout, accompanied by Bai Shanshui's wild and unrestrained laughter like silver bells.