Drops of blood splashed into the floating dust under Mo Ying's feet, blooming like plum blossoms in early spring.
Mo Ying looked down at the blood and dust under her feet, holding a gun in one hand and remaining silent.
The wound between the eyebrows was not enough to affect his next battle, but it was enough to affect his state of mind.
The dozen or so practitioners who blocked Changsun Qianxue were the highest-cultivated existences in this barracks except him. Even facing an opponent like Changsun Qianxue, they were able to use fearlessness and maintain absolute silence. However, seeing the appearance of the wound between his eyebrows at this time, the dozen or so practitioners were all shocked, and some of their lips trembled unceasingly.
Just sword style.
In a situation where the cultivation base of Zhenyuan was very different from that of Mo Ying, the other party cut such a wound between Mo Ying's eyebrows with just a sword style.
The sword intent is too perfect.
Although the sword style is exquisite and profound to the extreme, but for the display and interpretation of this sword style, this young practitioner in the black shirt has reached the extreme that they can't imagine, enough to make them worship sword masters.
Many old records of Changling had been burned after Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, but at this time they couldn't help but think of Wang Jingmeng's sword fight with a Zhao sword master at Zhao Diping Lake in the records. With a sword, let the opponent take a look, and the opponent has already conceded defeat.
The king of swords is the only one worshiped by all swords in the world.
Now the nine-dead silkworm officially appears in the sun, and it also makes the extinct "that person" real again.
For the first time, the countless invisible silkworms in Ding Ning's body were truly fully released. They were indescribably joyful and restless, and their small voices were continuously and clearly transmitted to Mo Ying's ears. At this time, the dagger that bloomed with rich colors revolved around Ding Ning's body in circles, bringing out dazzling light marks in the air, showing presumptuousness and arrogance.
Feeling Ding Ning's calm breath, Mo Ying said slowly: "You want to show your prestige."
His voice spread throughout the barracks, and everyone immediately understood what he meant.
A few years ago, the news of the birth of the nine-death silkworm had already spread in Changling. Only Wang Jingmeng knew about the nine-death silkworm. It was a unique thing. The birth of the nine-death silkworm naturally represented his heir.
Over the years, Nine Dead Silkworms have been hiding in the dark, wandering between legends and reality, making it difficult to tell the truth from reality. As a successor, the way and timing of appearance will never be mediocre.
It is the best way to win against an opponent like Mo Ying across the border.
Back then, many people stood on the opposite side of the Bashan Sword Field, just because that person died, and they thought that person had no descendants.
When it is determined that that person leaves a successor, and is as powerful as that person in the past, many people may change their approach.
"Defeat me, announce the official return of the nine-dead silkworm, and start to take back the things in the Bashan Sword Field... Let the world know that this is the profound significance of this battle." Mo Ying slowly raised her head, looked at it and did not respond Ding Ning shook his head, "But you must first be able to defeat me. I don't believe that moves can surpass cultivation itself."
When his words sounded, the tip of his spear broke off the ground and flew up.
His body seemed to be pried up by the dragon gun, and he flew towards Ding Ning along with the gun.
Not much real energy was released, the surrounding sky was rumbling, and the energy of heaven and earth moving like a mountain was poured into his body and the spear in his hand.
He merged with the whole gun force, and rushed towards Ding Ning extremely domineeringly and simply.
There are no moves.
Just collide, crush.
When everything is extremely simple, it becomes more difficult to break the law.
Looking at his attack, Ding Ning naturally knew the danger, but there was not even the slightest ripple in his eyes. He even had a premonition that Mo Ying would make such a move.
Because he was not exactly who Mo Ying and those people in the barracks had expected.
He has experience that Mo Ying and these people have never imagined, and has faced many completely similar situations.
So he has already prepared for it.
chi chi chi chi...
In the air around his body, among the thick and dazzling light traces brought out by the flying sword, sword light burst out at the same time in an instant.
Sword lights as thin as sheets of paper were closely attached to each other, spinning rapidly, as if thousands of small swords were spinning at the same time.
The sword light surrounded his body, completely enveloping his figure inside.
The entire sword light rotating in one direction, at this moment, is like a big spinning top and a stone mill.
The tip of the black gun that spewed red flames slammed into the spinning sword light fiercely.
The sword light wrapped around Ding Ning's body, and he kept retreating backwards, but the spear point could not enter!
Jian Guang kept sharpening the tip of the spear, causing red flames and black smoke to scatter in all directions, and countless gold stars burst out of it!
"Grindstone Sword Art!"
Among the more than ten practitioners who formed a formation and their moods were already turbulent, some people finally couldn't control their emotions and screamed out.
Mo Ying's lips were as tight as a line, and the dragon gun in her hand began to vibrate, but this time it wasn't just because his mood was agitated again, but also because of real power friction.
The Millstone Sword Jue is the same as the Nine Dead Silkworm, and it is also the symbol of Wang Jingmeng.
The Moshi Sword Art is known as the sword scripture with the best defense in the world, and it is also the sword scripture that can grind people to death. In the past, Wang Jingmeng used this sword scripture a lot when he encountered opponents with stronger true essence than himself. kill.
In the entire Bashan sword field, he is the only one who has mastered this sword scripture, because this sword scripture is related to the fine control of the circulation of countless sword lights, like carving countless runes in an instant.
Now, the Moshi Sword Jue reappeared, and he couldn't get in with a single blow from Jian's Dragon Spear.
This sword was not only a broken move, it also broke his confidence.
In Jianguang and Feihuo, a mouthful of reversed blood gushed into Ding Ning's throat, but Ding Ning swallowed the mouthful of reversed blood forcefully. At the same time, he moved the five fingers of his left hand again, as if pulling Several invisible strings.
Several silky sword lights appeared behind Mo Ying, attacking several orifices on his back.
Mo Ying woke up suddenly, with a strange cry, the guns were still at each other, but his whole body was already flying into the sky.
After several puffs, several streams of blood gushed out from his feet, and there were several more wounds.
Ding Ning looked up.
His calm eyes burst into extreme anger at this moment.
The flying sword spinning outside him accelerated with a bang, no longer like a flying sword, but like a giant stick flying across the air, chasing Mo Ying who had turned into a black spot in the sky above.
This sword is for "Sky Fury".
This sword of his also followed the path of pure power.
All the true energy in his body spewed out, drawing the vitality of heaven and earth from the sky in all directions, and the countless small silkworms in his body also surged crazily, spitting out the inner power.
Beams of nine-dead silkworms erupted into the sky, looking like silk stretching to the sky.
"How can it be!"
The practitioners in the barracks looked up at the sky, each with their mouths open but unable to breathe, with expressions like fish about to dry up.
They couldn't understand why Ding Ning would adopt such a sword style.
Even in pursuit, there are countless methods, but Ding Ning's sword is purely forceful.
No matter how strong the power of the sixth realm is, what advantage can it gain if it fights recklessly with the power of the seventh realm
Mo Ying's mouth twitched slightly.
The sword wire cut off several tendons on his feet, and the severe pain even caused some dizziness in his mind.
Sensing the sword that was chasing from below, Mo Ying turned this pain, which she hadn't experienced for a long time, into a shout of anger.
Amidst thunderous shouts, he held the gun in both hands and threw it down.
The pitch-black gunshot bent, and then straightened, with a roar of huge force, it hit the flying sword coming from under his feet.