Li Xixing is calmer than any Changling talent of the same age, but the shock in his eyes is stronger than that of Hu Jingjing.
Because he knows more than Hu Jingjing.
Mo Shoucheng has passed away, but in order to compensate Li Xixing or the Li family, Mo Shoucheng passed his Shoucheng Sword to Li Xixing.
This siege sword involves the meaning of space.
The meaning of space is not difficult for practitioners to understand. The straight line seen by ordinary people is naturally considered to be the shortest distance between two things. However, for practitioners, there are countless heaven and earth vitality flowing between these straight lines. There are countless possibilities for objects to walk in these channels.
Or faster, or very slow, or like traveling through space, or like stretching space.
Although these principles are easy to understand, it is as difficult as building a unique self-world if you really want to use them with the means of a practitioner.
And the bottom of the sarcophagus above their heads was not very far away from them, and the light ash after the shattered sarcophagus fell fell, but it happened to fall as if it was in the extremely high sky.
This space has been turned into a special world by these powerful people who used to be cool in the past by unimaginable means.
Those two figures were of course Zhan Maha and Wu Lianzi. They had fallen in the air for a long time at this time, but there was still a long distance between them and the living spring.
"This prohibition even completely changed our perception?"
Li Xixing turned his head with difficulty and looked at Ding Ning, "So that living spring itself is not the fountain of youth."
Ding Ning nodded.
Hu Jingjing came to her senses, she thought that it was difficult for her to control the desire to enter this spring... I have seen people who have seen the magic of the fountain of youth outside, and I am afraid that after I have worked so hard to get here, I am afraid that I will not be able to control such a spring of youth after seeing such a spring of youth One's own desire, will definitely not be able to resist going in.
A practitioner's perception is often more reliable than his own eyes and nose, but the restriction here is that even perception can be deceived, which is too scary for any practitioner.
Perception is deceived, and any flying sword that really flies close will easily kill them.
"We will not be spared."
Shen Xuan suddenly spoke at this time, his indifferent voice was slightly trembling.
"Yes, we are not immune."
Before Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing could understand the meaning of Shen Xuan's words, Ding Ning nodded calmly, looked at Shen Xuan and said seriously: "But you still can't make a move. You are still hurt more than him, and his His cultivation is higher than yours, as long as his next injury is lighter than yours, then we will not be able to win. We must take a gamble."
Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing still couldn't understand Ding Ning's words, but when Ding Ning finished speaking, they already understood.
The figures of Zhan Mahe and Wu Lianzi were still falling, and they still hadn't really touched the living spring at this time, but every word that emerged on the stone tablet began to spin rapidly, and every word began to roar.
These black words brought up strips of black light, which turned into a black vortex around the stone tablet, and the water in the active spring also began to swirl sharply, turning into the same black vortex.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the entire space here is driven by these two vortexes, and the air condenses in bundles, turning into countless black light bands.
Each of these light bands began to rotate, forming a saw blade.
Countless saw blades rotate in this space, and no one in this space can avoid it.
At this time, the vitality of heaven and earth in this space has just begun to condense, but Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing already feel the pain of being split from many places on their bodies.
Their bodies will be cut into countless pieces.
Zhan Maha is in this space.
If Zhan Maha's attack cannot cause fundamental changes in this space, then all of them will die together.
This is Ding Ning's bet.
A black band of light was completely formed, and the entire space was strangely filled and divided by countless bands of light.
Straight lines of blood appeared on the bodies of Ding Ning, Li Xixing, Hu Jingjing, and Shen Xuan, and drops of blood began to ooze from the lines.
Shen Xuan's lips trembled slightly, his left hand clenched tighter and tighter, but looking at the bloodline on Ding Ning's face and his still calm gaze, he finally didn't make any more movements.
Many gray frosts suddenly appeared in the black light band.
The gray frost seemed to change again in an instant, to turn into raindrops.
However, there was a bang, a loud bang like an explosion in the clouds in the distance.
All the black light bands disappeared suddenly, and the patches of thick black were like the deepest dark clouds. In the gaps of these dark clouds, there were light threads surging, like countless lightning bolts about to shoot out.
In Ding Ning's calm eyes, a trace of real joy finally appeared.
He knew he had won his bet.
At this moment, the Remnant Sword of Mo Hua, which was clinging to his back like a spine, flew up.
With his yelling in a low voice, all the true essence in the sea of energy in his body was forced out of his arms almost at this moment.
More than a dozen streams of bloody true essence poured into the sharply flying short sword, and in an instant, the sword threads of the broken flower sword spread above his head, like a blooming flower. red flower.
Ding Ning's hair was driven by the sword energy and flew upwards.
Because the true essence flowed so violently, even the tiny blood vessels in his pupils burst, making his pupils turn blood red.
Li Xixing's breathing stopped completely, he had never seen Ding Ning have such a fighting intent, such a murderous intent...and such a terrifying!
That red sword flower seemed to come from hell.
Every sword thread exudes a terrifying and indescribable aura.
"Nie Haihua!"
Blood dripped from Shen Xuan's clenched fist. Because he was too hard, his nails had pierced his own flesh and blood, but he himself didn't notice it at all.
Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing had no way of knowing, but he had seen such a sword style and felt such a sword intent!
Three years before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, in the battle where that man died in battle, there was such a sword intent on the top of the tower where countless bones were accumulated!
Many real blood-colored lightning appeared between the black world.
Every bolt of lightning is a sword intent spilled from a sword thread.
A dark cloud that was as thick as the deepest part was pierced with countless holes like corrosion by these blood-colored lightning, and countless vigor sneered out crazily.
"Defend the city!"
"Yuanguang!"
A mouthful of blood gushed out of Ding Ning's mouth, but at the same time, he still looked ahead and spit out the name of the two sword styles.
Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing unleashed their swords!
The two swords collided in front of each other, and then merged together almost perfectly.
boom!
However, in the next instant, the bodies of Ding Ning, Li Xixing, and Hu Jingjing flew upside down and slammed into the stone steps not far behind them.
rattling rattling…
There was a cloud of smoke and dust, and there was a crackling sound, and it was unknown whether it was the cracking of bones or the cracking of stone steps.
Shen Xuan didn't look back.
He just ignored the smoke and took a deep breath.
Then he let go of his fist, and a blood-colored sword hilt first appeared in his palm, and then accompanied by a stronger natal aura, a blood-colored and gray natal sword appeared in his hand.
The dark clouds ahead of him began to fly away like torn pieces of cloth.
…
A shrill roar sounded.
Then there was a loud bang of "Dang", as if someone rang a big bell.
Ding Ning coughed continuously, as if he wanted to cough up all his lungs.
There was blood all over his body, not just the blood he coughed up, but his whole body seemed to be oozing blood.
However, he still supported his body with difficulty, sat up forward, and looked at the source of the voice.
When the dark clouds dissipated, there were two figures on the golden pagoda, like flies being swat up, sliding down against the golden pagoda.
The golden tower body has been soft from the beginning, but now it is dazzling.
The active spring before the golden pagoda has completely disappeared, leaving only a dry spring pool bottom, which is full of white sand.
Above the white sand, there is a huge scimitar like a black moon floating.
That was Zhan Maha's natal black blade.
However, just as Ding Ning glanced, the Xuanyue-like scimitar shook, as if a piece of tile itself had been broken, but the tiles that had been carefully stacked were shaken and collapsed again, instantly turning into countless fragments and falling down .
"Ding Ning!"
An incomparably shrill cry sounded from the lower part of the golden pagoda.