A jet of dark vitality bloomed like a real dragon, and the intersection of the vitality bursting out from the spear and the flying sword formed a dazzling halo, which expanded rapidly.
Ding Ning suddenly fell down and let out a muffled groan. As the ground sank downward, a cloud of blood sprayed from the surface of his body. The bones in his body almost exploded, and the whole body almost disintegrated. However, the countless small silkworms roaming wantonly in his body were extremely tenacious and devoured most of the vitality pouring into his body, and even withstood most of the vibrations and shocks, supporting his body.
In the sky above his head, under the rapidly expanding halo, the bright and strong flying sword had just been repelled a few meters away, but in his muffled groan at this moment, it was injected with a new energy instantly. On the contrary, it began to accelerate!
The acceleration of this sword smacked of madness, because the acceleration was so violent that the tail of the sword body began to swing naturally, disturbing the air and making a terrible sound.
Mo Ying's gun was still going down, and the corner of his mouth just showed a hint of mockery. From his point of view, this reckless shot naturally ended in Ding Ning's serious injury.
However, when the movement of the sword at this moment clearly appeared in his perception, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
With this sword, Ding Ning was faster than him!
The true energy in his body was still shaking at this moment, and the spear was still going on, but Ding Ning's second sword had arrived, so fast that he didn't even have time to think clearly about how to deal with it, and didn't have time to be angry and surprised.
He had no choice but to close his gun.
Only by retracting the gun can Ding Ning's sword be blocked.
The Dragon Spear suddenly disintegrated, turning into a mass of thick black vitality, which was forcibly restrained, and then turned into a solid form again, and struck forward!
A chirp sounded in the sky.
Ding Ning's flying sword didn't really fly towards him, but just stabbed at the space above him, bringing out a straight sword path, which was faster than the sound, and the bursting sound of hissing was the beginning of the flying sword's speed. After exhaustion, it sounded in the sky and passed down.
Mo Ying shot empty, but her body seemed to be hollowed out, she bent forward, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth.
Ding Ning's sword was just a false move, forcing him to forcibly draw back his gun and release his gun. The powerful force recovered and collided with the force gushing out of his body, just like two practitioners with the same level of cultivation as him fighting recklessly in his body Take a note.
The sonic boom sounded in the air at this time, accompanied by shock waves that were visible to the naked eye, like clusters of giant dandelions.
Mo Ying's body fell, and she coughed several mouthfuls of blood.
The dozen or so cultivators in the barracks had stopped breathing at this moment. They knew that Ding Ning had already suffered serious injuries from that forceful fight just now, but it was obvious that Mo Ying's injuries were more serious, so that he At this moment, it was impossible to launch a rush attack while Ding Ning's flying sword was still high in the sky!
This is injury for injury.
But it was still Ding Ningsheng.
…
Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.
Even with many similar experiences, fighting across the border is always like walking on a cliff, with many unpredictable dangers.
It wasn't until this moment that this battle really entered his time.
As he breathed in, his eyes instantly turned crimson.
The reverse blood and some disorderly wandering blood in his body were pulled by his many true essence threads, and instantly burned up!
boom!
His body sank again like a heavy hammer, and all the power of the nine-dead silkworms deep inside his body was forced out, merging with the heaven and earth vitality aroused by the burning blood.
The black clothes on his body instantly turned pale, as if a layer of pale waves were turbulent outside his body.
A huge sword intent appeared above the sky.
The Nuanchun sword, which was already extremely colorful, instantly turned into a round of scorching sun.
The entire camp was illuminated by bright and blazing light, so white that it was so white that human eyes could not see any light or shadow.
Mo Ying snarled and closed her eyes.
His hand didn't tremble, but the tip of the spear moved countless times in an instant. The black shadow of the spear tip was like a torrential rain, facing the scorching sun-like sword above him.
This is one of the secret swords of Bashan Sword Field, "Sunburn".
The sword qi forms many mirror surfaces, attracting the heat of countless real sunlight, the dazzling brightness brought by it is only the appearance, and the real terrifying power comes from the terrifying heat contained in the beam of light pointed by the sword intent.
However, when he used this spear move, the sword in his perception disappeared instantly.
There was darkness in his perception.
After the extreme light, it is often the deepest darkness caused by the momentary contrast.
Ding Ning's powerful "Sunburn" sword was actually just a false move.
Mo Ying's heart was beating violently, and with the rush of blood, the real meaning of death that came to his body for the first time forced out the potential in his body. In this fleeting moment, he finally sensed a faint shadow.
His hands glowed, and an extremely pure true energy gushed out from the depths of Qihai Jade Palace. He turned the end of the handle of the gun horizontally, and smashed it towards the faint shadow like a spoon. .
At this moment, he heard a voice that should not have appeared.
That was the sound of giant mountains moving in the sky.
This sound is the symbol of the seven realms moving mountains, and it is the echo produced by the massive energy of heaven and earth walking and converging in the void, colliding and falling.
However, at this time, except for him and Ding Ning, no other practitioners in the barracks made a move.
This is the amount of vitality that can only be induced by the seventh realm, if it is not induced by him, then who else
This moment is too fast.
Just when such a puzzled thought floated in his mind, the end of his gun handle had already hit the faint shadow hidden behind the light.
The faint shadows shattered like thin cicada wings.
"free oneself!"
The name of One Sword Style clearly washed away all the thoughts in Mo Ying's mind at this moment.
At the next moment, he felt his body sinking suddenly, and then subconsciously looked towards the sea of qi.
A cloud of air waves was rushing out of his abdomen, layer upon layer, shining with scarlet brilliance.
Then he heard a soft pop on his back.
A cold intent pierced his flesh and flew out from his back.
The Dragon Spear in his hand suddenly became heavier than a mountain.
With a bang, the long gun fell to the ground in front of him, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.
Mo Ying stood there in a daze, feeling his body was empty.
It turned out that the sword that followed the "sunburn" was not a real killing move, but a "cicada sloughing" move!
But it's obviously not the Seventh Realm, so why does the last sword carry the power of the Seventh Realm
The last sword... When such words clearly appeared in his mind, he began to feel pain and cold.
He let out a scream.
The cry sounded so weird that even he didn't think it was him who shouted it.
Ding Ning stood with his hands behind his back and stopped.
Because of the rapid blood loss and the loss of the fullness of true energy, Mo Ying's flesh and blood were sunken at this time. Not only did his face look old instantly, but even his cheeks were sunken, like two shadows.
Ding Ning felt happy.
His gaze fell on the smoke-colored sword that was flying freely backwards.
"I took back the things in the Bashan Sword Field."
he said slowly.