This sword was too random, and the killing process was too fast. All the people in the army who saw this scene didn't even have time to fear, but subconsciously understood that the opponent was too powerful, and it seemed impossible to prevent the opponent from entering the depths of the barracks. The entire barracks Then a violent cold wind blew up again.
The violent cold wind made it impossible for all the soldiers near the gate of the camp to stand still, and even the tents that were firmly fixed on the ground with iron rods were lifted up and flew away.
The woman holding the natal sword that seemed to freeze and crush the soul of a person, wrapped in wind and frost, has advanced dozens of feet in this breath!
The ordnance and talisman that fell towards her body fell behind her one after another. The sergeants on both sides who were closer to her still maintained their movements, but just like those ordnance and talisman, the surface was covered with ice crystals, and they were covered with ice crystals. Freeze on the ground.
The cold wind moved forward, and the sword intent pointed directly at the camp of the Chinese army where Mo Ying was. On this route, very few people could stand firm, but not everyone.
More than ten practitioners appeared from all corners of the camp, standing in the cold wind in front of her.
The positions of these practitioners seem to be scattered, but the power gushing out from their bodies cuts the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, forming a special formation faintly.
Some armies and sects have formations jointly cast by some practitioners, which can integrate the power of some practitioners with lower cultivation levels to fight against powerful practitioners.
The dozen or so practitioners forming the formation at this time are not weak. The most important thing is that in this kind of army, as long as they can entangle the opponent and confine the opponent to a certain area, the army will have more The ultimate move to deal with this kind of invading practitioner.
Most of these ten or so practitioners came from different sects. Looking at the sword with an unimaginably deep color, they all knew that the opponent was the legendary Miss Gongsun family, and this sword was the most beautiful sword in the world. The violent and famous sword Nine Nether Hades Sword, so they have already mobilized their true energy to the extreme.
The power of this formation made Changsun Qianxue feel strong, her footsteps paused slightly, and the road ahead became long in sight.
A practitioner was not among the dozen or so practitioners. He stood behind a talisman and sensed that he had firmly locked onto Changsun Qianxue whose footsteps had slowed down.
The talisman in front of him was as tall as two adults. On the base of the bronze cylinder engraved with many mysterious runes was a standing metal doll. The metal puppet stretched out its right index finger and pointed forward, as if pointing the way.
"Do not move."
Just when the true essence in his body was already flowing violently, and was about to arouse the power of this large talisman, he heard a very earnest voice.
The cultivator who entered the camp with the young lady of the Gongsun family had arrived not far behind him at some point.
This young practitioner wearing a black shirt is naturally Ding Ning.
Looking at the military practitioner who had already heard his voice and turned his body slightly, Ding Ning shook his head again and said softly, "Don't move."
The body of this military cultivator was slightly stiff. He knew very well that what the other party said not to move was to prevent himself from arousing this powerful Chinese military talisman. At the same time, he also really felt the strong warning meaning in the other party's words. , but he did not give up his plan to make a move because of this. After a moment of hesitation, the violently flowing true energy in his body gushed out from the sleeve of his right hand, and did not fall into the rune of the base of the talisman vessel. Instead, it was injected into a flying sword in the sleeve.
With a bang, the sleeves of this military practitioner were blown to pieces.
A gray sword shadow fell towards Ding Ning's chest like lightning among the flying rags.
Ding Ning frowned slightly, he raised his right arm, and pointed at the flying sword that struck like lightning.
Amid the deafening explosions, there was another shrill howling, and a sword qi shot out from his fingertips, piercing through the air that was instantly oppressed and turned into layers of crystal shadows, and met the flying sword accurately. hit.
It's just a sword aura, with some natal aura.
To be exact, it was just a stream of sword energy flowing from the natal sword.
The tense face of the cultivator in the army turned black for a moment, because of the unique connection with his own flying sword, the skin on his face vibrated violently, and folds rippled on his face like water waves.
His pupils contracted violently, filled with unbelievable emotions.
It was just a stream of sword energy flowing from the opponent's natal sword, but the moment that sword energy appeared, it made his body tremble instinctively. This has nothing to do with cultivation, but with the instant perception of the opponent's natal sword.
What kind of sword is so strong that the breath alone is enough to make his body tremble instinctively
In the next moment, more shock came from his inability to control his flying sword!
Although that sword energy came from a sword that was so powerful beyond his imagination, in terms of its own strength, it was impossible to completely suppress his flying sword.
However, his flying sword was hit by that sword energy and flew upwards. Amidst the violent tremors, he could no longer control it.
Ding Ning's body bowed slightly, avoiding the three arrows shot from behind his body. With many afterimages on his body, he passed through the cold wind and arrived in front of the practitioner in the army.
The practitioner in the army took a breath, and between the two fingers of his right hand brought out a flower-like sword energy, falling towards Ding Ning's eyes.
Ding Ning's brows were still slightly frowned, but his face was extremely calm. He didn't even blink his eyes. With a flick of his right hand, a streak of sword energy passed through the blooming flowers with a whoosh.
Blossoms scattered, and streams of sharp sword energy, like broken porcelain, brought out streams of white air, flying across Ding Ning's cheeks.
The sword energy ejected by Ding Ning pierced the chest of this army practitioner. It was like being hit by a wooden stake in the chest of this army practitioner, and his whole body flew backwards.
A mist of blood gushed out from the chest of the practitioner in the army.
However, when he fell hard to the ground and felt all the strength flowing out of his body, the military practitioner found that he was still alive.
He was only seriously injured, but not dead.
…
Mo Ying's eyes fell on the seriously injured but surviving army practitioner.
Compared with the battle with the dozen or so strong men who joined forces against Changsun Qianxue, this battle seemed a bit insignificant at this time, but when Ding Ning knocked away the flying sword of the practitioner in the army, his attention was not enough. Instead, it has been concentrated on this battle.
Only a practitioner of his level can accurately perceive what happened in that extremely short time.
What determines the outcome of this battle lies in breaking moves.
The young practitioner wearing Changling's most common black robe smashed the flying sword with one sword, and the flowers on the opponent's fingers with another sword.
Both swords found flaws in the opponent's sword style at seemingly flawless places.
All kinds of sword styles are hidden in the chest, and all moves can't be broken. This kind of practitioner only appeared on one person in the Bashan Sword Field many years ago.
Now, he saw the shadow of that person from the young man in black.
So now this young man in Xuanyi, who easily defeated the opponent, but only severely injured and did not kill him, should be the heir of that person.
The successor of the nine-dead silkworm finally appeared.
"It turned out to be true."
He smiled bitterly, stood up, raised the sword on the table in front of him, looked at Ding Ning in the distance, and said to himself: "What should come will come after all."