Monk Donghu didn't have any extra thoughts. When he comprehended this sword move, or learned this sword move, he raised the staff in his hand and used this sword.
When Emperor Yuanwu said that it was impossible for the Donghu monk to defeat him, the old monk said that he might not be able to. The most important reason was that he had learned some extremely powerful sword styles under Ding Ning's instruction.
So he thought it was possible that it was originally because of Ding Ning.
At this moment in this world, only he and his eldest grandson Qianxue know Ding Ning's true identity, so he has absolute confidence in Ding Ning.
Even so, he didn't expect Ding Ning to be able to teach swords before the battle.
This is not just familiarity with an opponent like Emperor Yuanwu. To be able to teach swords before the battle, one must also be extremely familiar with his cultivation and physical condition.
Master and apprentice Jiaojian still can't be familiar with his own hair and skin, not to mention that he just followed Ding Ning all the way here and experienced several battles.
Ding Ning was able to choose a sword move that was suitable for him, and he was sure that he could comprehend it instantly. This kind of state is the one that truly surpasses all the masters in the world.
The staff in his hand, which looks like old wood, is not only the natal object of his life practice, but also the natal object that has been handed down for many years in the hands of the ascetic monks before him. Different powerful auras are already a fetish for practitioners of his kind of method.
This sword was cast extremely smoothly, the tip of the stick in his hand pierced obliquely towards the sky, and there was a flickering flame on the tip of the stick like a flash in the pan.
At this time, the sky was covered by the chill of the Nine Nether Hades Sword, the ice and snow were like anger, and the overlapping dark clouds were drawn over like distant mountains. With the beginning of the battle just now, Changsun Qianxue's murderous intent became stronger, and the large pieces were like real goose feathers Gray-black ice and snow the size of about 100 meters has fallen, as heavy as tiles falling to the ground, making a puffing sound.
However, when Monk Dong Hu cast his sword, the overlapping dark clouds and heavy snow were pierced by countless lines of fire from the sky.
A bright golden-yellow real fire line fell from a high altitude, and the fierce friction with the cold cloud continued to detonate.
Thousands of trees sparkle in the sky.
Many pieces of golden real fire, like the runes on the talisman, crazily absorb the vitality from the heaven and the earth. When passing through these cold clouds, they have turned into pieces of extremely thin golden swords with a certain smell of bone erosion .
For the perception of any practitioner, as long as such a piece of sword pierces the body, the flesh and bones in the body will be eroded immediately and turned into nothing.
Thousands of swords shot at Emperor Yuanwu from all directions.
This scene is like a miracle.
This sword intent was no stranger to Emperor Yuanwu. It had appeared in Changling, and in the battle where the world's powerful men gathered to strangle Wang Jingmeng.
Wang Jingmeng used this sword to directly kill many practitioners. Even though he has reached the eighth realm today, he still dare not be careless.
The bright yellow natal sword in his hand slashed upwards.
Countless strands of light that are more dazzling than the golden real fire burst out from his sword with a holy and vast flavor.
These dazzling bright lights formed a huge phoenix around his body, a legendary beast.
But in the next moment, the majestic vitality belonging to the eight realms in his body burst out.
Sword Phoenix Shadow was split and shattered by his own strength, and then turned into countless finer sword threads and bright light.
These forces caused a loud shock in the sky, as if a Mount Sumeru was directly propped up.
Changsun Qianxue's eyes flickered violently, and the extremely deep blue-black natal vitality flowed out of her right hand almost uncontrollably, and the Nine Nether Hades Sword automatically condensed and slowly appeared in her hand.
Ever since the Lushan League, she had known that Yuan Wu was no longer the Yuan Wu she was familiar with, but now seeing his attack in person still made her feel unbelievable.
At this moment, Yuan Wu used his natal sword to cast out the sword phoenix, and then used his body to cast out the Osumi sword from the Bashan sword field.
In Yuan Wu's hands, these two swords directly turned into a new sword style, a sword style to defend against the world's invincible.
"Bitter sea crossing!"
Ding Ning had already uttered a quick shout when Monk Donghu performed the "Eclipse of the Sky" move he had just comprehended without hesitation.
Then his right hand pointed together as a sword, and cast another sword out of thin air.
"Bitter Haidu" is a secret sword of Donghu's master's sect, which is like a seal engraved in his life.
Hearing Ding Ning's low shout at this moment, Monk Dong Hu let his body intuition and cast the sword casually.
A gray stick shadow, like the sail shadow of a sailing giant ship, cut through the wind and waves at this time, passed through the invisible Mount Sumeru, and cut towards Yuan Wu head-on.
Then Monk Donghu used the third sword, which was the sword that Ding Ning pointed at just now.
This is a new sword move, and with the flow of the surrounding air, this sword move seems to flow naturally in Donghu monk's mind.
The magic staff in Monk Donghu's hand shook again.
The three swords are formed in one go like flowing clouds and flowing water.
There was an extremely weird explosion.
Above Emperor Yuanwu's head, a white shock wave exploded outward, as if a hole appeared in the void. The tip of the staff held by Monk Donghu became hazy at this time, but the center of the white shock wave, But there was a clear tip of the staff piercing towards the top of his head.
Except for Ding Ning and Monk Donghu at this time, everyone changed their colors.
Emperor Yuanwu's body transformed into several heads and several pairs of arms.
Such a picture is only because Emperor Yuanwu's movements are too fast at this time, beyond the limit that the eyes and senses of the practitioners present can capture.
There was a bang.
A group of golden flames shattered the picture that appeared in everyone's eyes.
A low muffled hum sounded.
The figure of Emperor Yuanwu retreated from the golden flame group.
There was a faint bloodstain on his forehead.
A horrified exclamation sounded.
Those master-level figures present could confirm that Emperor Yuanwu had not suffered any serious injuries. However, under Donghu monk's three swords, he did not have the upper hand after all, but was injured and bled.
"No birth and death."
Before these horrified exclamations sounded, Ding Ning's voice had already sounded in Dong Hu's ears again.
Ding Ning's face was extremely dignified, as if there were stars flickering in his eyes, each flickering represented a thought flashing in his sea of consciousness. At this time, he is equivalent to using the sword by the hand of Donghu monk. Donghu monk is approaching the breakthrough of the eighth realm. heavier.
However, these still do not constitute the possibility of defeating or escaping today's kill.
In fact, what had the deepest influence on Yuan Wu at this time was Yuan Wu's own state of mind.
It was the shock of seeing him perform these sword moves.
The more he showed these sword moves unreservedly, the more shock he could bring to Yuan Wu, and the more Yuan Wu could not concentrate his mind.
So while drinking the name of the "No Birth and Death" sword move of Donghu Ascetic Monk, Ding Ning cast another sword.
His hands really revealed the sword light of the natal sword.
An extremely simple, straight sword intent pierced forward, but this sword intent was perfect to the extreme, so perfect that all the sword masters present felt that it was unattainable.
Monk Donghu was also a little puzzled.
This is just a "Pojun" sword without fancy tricks in the Bashan sword field.
Anyone can learn this kind of sword move, and the simpler the sword intent, the more perfect it needs talent, and it has nothing to do with the hard work of the day after tomorrow.
The power of this sword is not great, could it be able to have an unexpected effect.
He was puzzled, but at this moment, he felt the shock of Emperor Yuanwu's state of mind.
Between him and a cultivator of Emperor Yuanwu's level, it was like telepathy, and he could intuit that there was a flaw in Emperor Yuanwu's aura at this time.
Monk Donghu suddenly realized something.
Only the former Wang Jingmeng could display such perfect sword intent.
However, this kind of sword intent is reappearing now, how can it not be shocking
This sword is not for him to use, but to bring him an opportunity.
The staff in his hand disappeared.
His way of "no birth and death" means "nothing arises and dies". There is nothing in the world that can be added without a reason, and there is no substance that will disappear.
There is no birth and no death, neither increase nor decrease.
The staff that disappeared in his hand appeared directly in front of Emperor Yuanwu's chest, but the vitality of heaven and earth in the area in front of Emperor Yuanwu's chest had already entered his hands, turning into a transparent long sword.