The camp is full of silence.
All the practitioners in this barracks can be sure that Ding Ning is not in the seventh realm, especially those practitioners who joined forces to fight against Changsun Qianxue. The life of the six realms is also not long.
The gap between the sixth realm and the seventh realm is even more terrifying than the gap between the lower realms.
Because the seven realms are moving mountains, they are masters, and they are enemies of ten thousand people.
There are still differences between the masters of the seventh realm. For example, Liang Lian lost Xue Wangxu with a sword, Zhao Zhan died in the hands of Ye Celeng, Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si and his like can defeat most of the seven realms in the world. , and some of the great masters of the Seven Realms who participated in the Lushan League even had the strength to kill several Seven Realms.
Mo Ying is in the Seven Realms.
Moreover, he has obtained the seventh realm inherited from the Bashan Sword Field, and his strength is by no means the seventh realm from an ordinary sect.
To put it simply, true essence is different cultivation methods to quench and gather the vitality of heaven and earth, and sword scriptures are different methods of using true essence to kill enemies. There are high and low methods of true essence cultivation, and high and low methods of killing people. Within the seven realms, there are high and low levels, and Mo Ying is the upper level among them.
It is a lie in itself that the six realms want to beat the seven realms, let alone those who win the upper class of the seven realms.
However, when Ding Ning said these words at this time, no one in the entire military camp thought it was ridiculous.
Because he is a nine-dead silkworm.
He represents the legend of Wang Jingmeng. The former Wang Jingmeng had countless battles that he won across borders.
Mo Ying used reason and righteousness to suppress, Ding Ning also used reason and righteousness to return, so Ding Ning's response at this time, together with the coercion that the nine-dead silkworm has changed from legend to vivid appearance in the eyes of everyone for many years, is even more powerful. .
Mo Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Ding Ning with some appreciation, "You will take it?"
Ding Ning did not repeat what he said before, but calmly looked at the sword in Mo Ying's hand, and said, "This sword belongs to the Bashan Sword Field. Since you are expelled from the school on behalf of the Bashan Sword Field today, this sword will You have to return the sword to me first."
Mo Ying lowered her head slightly, looked at the short sword in her hand, and said for a moment of silence, "The army is attacking, the middle army is empty, and Miss Gongsun is here again. You are sure to kill me, but now you will collect the bill." , you want to get back the sword from the Bashan Sword Field first, which is fair."
After saying this, he raised his head, and a soft breath gushed out from his hand, wrapped the dagger and flew up, falling in front of Ding Ning.
Ding Ning stretched out his hand to catch the dagger.
"Since you told Zheng Xiu some secrets of the sword scriptures, you should also be afraid of being restrained, so you don't have the confidence to use this sword, let alone refine this sword into a natal sword, so this sword is so bleak. It is useless to keep this sword in your hand."
Ding Ning looked at the sword in his hand with complicated eyes, and when his voice sounded, there was a sound like ten thousand silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves in his body, spreading out. Countless heavy breathing sounds also sounded in the barracks at the same time, forming a tidal wave!
There was no strong fluctuation of heaven and earth vitality, but a pale flame seeped from Ding Ning's right arm holding the sword.
The pale flames were like faint water light at first, and then turned into substance in an instant. Countless tiny streams seeped from the skin of Ding Ning's robe, leaked out of his clothes, and flowed into the dim dagger in his hand.
The sound of thousands of silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves became clearer and clearer. Everyone looked at the stream of true essence, and it was impossible to see the subtleties of it clearly due to their limited eyesight. With such a sound, one can feel that these streams of flowing water are formed by the gathering of countless extremely small silkworms.
The depths of the pupils of the dozen or so cultivators who formed a formation were involuntarily full of fear, and their emotions were turbulent.
In Changling in the past, everyone said that the nine-death silkworm fell into the hands of Wang Jingmeng, but Wang Jingmeng never revealed the nine-death silkworm, so that no one ever knew the secret of the nine-death silkworm technique, and there were even many people close to it. It can be deduced with certainty that Wang Jingmeng did not practice Nine Dead Silkworms either.
This was the first time that the nine-dead silkworm had appeared in the sun openly, and even just seeing it was enough to cause unimaginable waves in the hearts of practitioners like them.
Nine dead silkworms appeared, and the pale beams obviously had characteristics different from ordinary true essence, pouring into the runes of the dim light green dagger.
The blade seemed to be trembling with excitement, but it was extremely stable in Ding Ning's hands.
When all the white runes on the sword body were filled with pale streams, the dim color quickly faded away like thin ice and snow, and the pale green short sword burst into an astonishing brilliance instantly, but the vitality flowing from the sword body turned into rich and colorful The yellow color turned into blossoming yellow flowers, extremely intense.
The bright and warm colors illuminated everyone's pupils, and even the figure of Ding Ning, who was wearing a dark black robe, was reflected dazzlingly, which was breathtaking.
"This sword is called Nuanchun."
Ding Ning looked at this colorful and warm sword, and slowly crossed the sword across his chest.
There are also countless colors in his eyes.
This sword is also a reunion for him, so his mood is definitely not calm.
When Ding Ning took the sword, the sound of thousands of silkworms gnawing began to flow from his body, and Mo Ying's face became abnormally cold and solemn.
With the sword in the chest, it represents an invitation to fight, which means that the battle can already begin.
The other party was only in the sixth realm, but that person's successor cultivated Nine Dead Silkworms. The mood swings at this time were an excellent opportunity for him to make a move, so he made the move without any hesitation.
With a bang, a strong natal aura gushed out from his hand, and a long shadow appeared.
Mo Yingxiu's weapon was naturally a sword, but the natal object that appeared in his hand was a gun.
A black spear spouted black smoke all over its body, and red flames floated in the smoke, like flowers blooming in hell.
"Dragon Gun."
Changsun Qianxue's eyes flashed violently, and her brows frowned.
This is the weapon of the noble family of the old clan in the past. It originated from the ruins of a certain sect in Youchao. Regardless of its meaning, in terms of the strength and power of the weapon itself, it will definitely not be inferior to many famous swords in the old Bashan sword field.
Mo Ying held the gun in both hands, and some tiny blood droplets flew from the fingers of both hands. The powerful eruption of true essence that had not been seen in many years made it difficult for the skin of his hands to adapt, and they burst.
His face looked extremely stern, and just as the long spear showed its shadow in his hand, a berserk aura blasted towards Ding Ning.
The sound of mountains moving naturally resounded in the surrounding sky.
This is the natural sound caused by the massive energy of heaven and earth when the master who moved the mountain made a move. At the same time, the violent breath formed a real mountain and smashed down.
A large amount of invisible energy from heaven and earth, black smoke gushing from the gun, and blossoming red flames condensed into a phantom of a mountain, locking Ding Ning in any direction to dodge. The power of this mountain far exceeds the limit of Mo Ying's cultivation. , because Mo Ying's shot was a crowbar.
A pry bar can naturally pry up a weight that would otherwise be impossible to move.
Ding Ning's clothes rattled.
The huge shadow was about to tear his clothes and body together and crush them into powder.
At this time, his mood fluctuated extremely violently, but he didn't panic because of it. He just followed his heart and transmitted the extremely fluctuating mood to the sword.
The sword style of his sword is reunion.
The reunion many years later, grievances and hatred, especially with the weight of life and death, the emotions are extremely complicated.
The beams flowing on the blade vibrated violently.
The strong and colorful sword in his hand began to vibrate violently.