Huge waves arose in Emperor Yuanwu's sea of consciousness.
His state of mind was shaken, Ding Ning's perfect sword intent had no intention of imitating at all, in his perception, it was the person from the past who cast such a sword in the battle.
The strongest emotion was pulled out from the bottom of his heart.
The strongest emotion is deep fear.
These years have maintained him and Zheng Xiu, and made him tolerant of everything Zheng Xiu did, not because of his passionate love for Zheng Xiu, but because of the reappearance of Nine Dead Silkworm and Moshi Sword Art of fear.
He knows better than anyone how terrifying that person is, especially when that person was killed in the last battle in Changling, he saw the whole process from a distance, and he was comparable to those strong men who were killed by that person back then. By the way, he may not be too good. He can even be sure that if that person hadn't killed so many top experts, perhaps he wouldn't be the first person in today's world to cross the Seventh Realm and enter the Eighth Realm.
So he was not just worried about that person and the deeds of Bashan Sword Field and burned all the history books. The bigger reason was that he was afraid of that person deep in his heart, which made him unwilling to hear his name and remember him at all. powerful.
That person's strength accompanied his growth all his life, from a coerced prince to now becoming the strongest emperor in the world, this kind of fear was also a part of his body, coming from the depths of his soul, it was beyond his control.
The vitality in his body was also shaken, and he failed to prevent Donghu Monk's stick from approaching him. However, he was the only eight-level powerhouse in the world at this time, and he knew the rules of vitality that the seven levels could not understand.
When the power of this rod was about to shatter his flesh in the air, a light appeared on his forehead.
A unique vitality in his body turned into a beam of light and shot up into the sky, arousing the sensation of vitality in the extremely high altitude without any time difference.
A majestic vitality fell in the sky.
This vitality is above the air layer. In the words of the practitioner's world, it is beyond this world and comes from the starry sky.
The power of the starry sky cannot be sensed and communicated by ordinary practitioners at all, because it is impossible for practitioners to clearly perceive the rules of vitality in such a high and distant starry sky because of the limit of their spiritual power, so ordinary practitioners regard this space between heaven and earth The vitality outside is called the cold vitality, which cannot be used. Only the unique kung fu practiced by a very small number of people like Zheng Xiu can use some means to reflect a corner of the dying starry sky like a mirror, so as to understand some of the vitality rules and use the vitality power in it.
However, it is different when it comes to the Eight Realms.
According to the records of some classics in the world of practitioners, the eight realms can break through this limitation. Although they cannot spy on a certain corner of the starry sky like those exercises, they can absorb terrifying vitality instantly from the edge where the sky and the earth meet. Use it yourself.
This kind of realm is like opening another world, so the seven realms of the practitioner's world are called moving mountains, and the eight realms are called Qitian.
When Yuan Wu fully used such power at this time, the picture that fell into everyone's eyes was like the real Qitian. A huge silver light beam fell from the high-altitude town that could not be touched by the eyes, and fell on the tree. Hit the staff on his chest.
In the majestic silver light beam, that staff was as small as a cow's hair.
The strange star vitality that is completely different from the vitality familiar to the practitioners of this world binds this staff, and the suspended staff is in the silver light, as if it is being continuously refined, wisps of purple-red rays emerge. smoke.
Seeing that the tip of the stick and Yuan Wu's body were only a few feet away, but they couldn't be touched, even the vitality of this sacred object was being wiped out, and it was gradually out of his control, but the face of Donghu monk was still like a dry tree The skin hasn't changed in any way.
This staff is only half of the power of his blow, and the other half of the power is in his hand.
The ground below him sank, and his figure turned into a faint shadow of smoke in the air. Holding the transparent long sword in his hand, he also reached Yuan Wu's side at this moment, and turned his sword sideways to Yuan Wu. The sea of air.
Ye Xiao and Sima Cuo's expressions changed at the same time, they couldn't imagine how to resolve the sword.
Sometimes the outcome of a battle depends not only on the level of the realm, but also on time.
Yuan Wu's previous mood swings were too violent, and now this sword is the time he can't take into account.
They didn't even dare to think about what the whole world would look like if Emperor Yuanwu died here.
However, at this moment, Monk Dong Hu, who was second only to Yuan Wu in cultivation, sensed something before them and raised his head slightly.
A faint white line of fire has already fallen in the sky.
This is a spark.
The star fire is filled with powerful but indifferent sword intent.
There was a soft chirp.
Monk Donghu let go of the transparent long sword, and he returned to his original position.
A pale light spot appeared on the transparent long sword, and was pierced by the spark, burning violently.
Then there was a loud bang.
There was another violent explosion in front of Yuan Wu, and the ground in a radius of more than ten feet was blown into powder.
Yuan Wu retreated more than ten zhang. There was no wound on his body, but his face was quite pale.
The eldest grandson Qianxue took a deep breath.
That spark naturally came from Zheng Xiu.
Every time she sees Xinghuo like this, she can't control her anger.
At this moment, she vaguely hoped that the spark would fall on Yuan Wu's body, but this pair of adulterers and prostitutes in her eyes had the same fear in their hearts, and this sword blocked Donghu monk's victory.
A bitter taste appeared at the corner of Ding Ning's mouth.
The slightest difference is a thousand miles away, no matter how many steps Emperor Yuanwu takes back, no matter how many injuries he suffers, as long as Emperor Yuanwu is still alive, he will still be the most powerful existence in this world, and they will never be able to escape the shadow of death .
And he is very clear that from this moment on, their situation will be even more difficult.
Yuan Wu can still take a wrong step, but as long as they take a wrong step, only death will greet them.
Because at this time, Sima Cuo, Ye Xiao and others had already determined that Yuan Wu alone would not be able to resolve this battle.
The howling wind was accompanied by countless white snow and ice.
The master who appeared with Ye Xiao had already made the first move.
This master has no reputation in Changling, and even Ding Ning doesn't know his origin, but what he cultivates is also an extremely cold sword intent, which even made Ding Ning feel like the sword snow of Minshan Mountain.
That kind of coldness is not comparable to the deep coldness of the Nine Nether Hades Sword, but the sharpness is even worse.
When this grandmaster drew out his sword with a very dignified face, and the moment he swung the white and flawless long sword in his hand, thousands of white ice swords appeared in the world in front of him.
These ice swords, together with the powerful power released by the natal sword in his hand, formed a huge snow-white stegosaurus, which danced wildly in the air and rushed down, biting towards the eldest grandson Qianxue.
In the sky above the snow-white stegosaurus, there was a pitch-black shadow.
Ye Xiao's figure disappeared, but a black crescent moon descended from the sky with a terrifying killing intent.
Naturally, Sima Cuo would not give up on such an excellent opportunity to make a move. He let out a deep yell, but at this moment, he, who seemed to have a feminine vigor, erupted with the most fierce and violent power.
A wide and broken gray broadsword appeared in his hand. The sword had the intention of a sword, and a large amount of heaven and earth vitality was forcibly gathered to form a crystal wall of swords, which slashed down towards Changsun Qianxue.
No one in the Seventh Realm could withstand the combination of such three strong men, not even the Eastern Hu monk.
The eldest grandson Qianxue also knew that she couldn't, her body unconsciously moved towards Ding Ning, just wanting to get closer at this moment.
"Coward!"
"Kill this Minshan Jianxue first."
However, Ding Ning's cold voice had reached Monk Dong Hu and her ears.
"Coward the Devil" is a killer move practiced by Donghu Monk.
Needless to say at this time, Donghu monk felt it in his heart, and his hands stretched out to the sky in front of him.
The staff that was trembling in the silver beam of light twirled and danced crazily, bringing out a golden light in an instant, broke away from the shackles of the silver beam of light, and threw it at Emperor Yuanwu.
Ding Ning didn't know the name of the cultivator who cast the snow-white sword dragon, but at this time, when he said to Changsun Qianxue, he used the four characters "Minshan Jianxue" instead, and Changsun Qianxue stopped thinking about it at all. Wang Jian disappeared in her hand, turning into countless gray-black grains.
The eldest grandson Qianxue and Ding Ning lived in seclusion together in Changling for many years. She didn't want to think about it many times, and she had absolute trust in Ding Ning.
At this moment, she didn't care about Ye Xiao's and Sima Cuo's killing moves at all, and rushed towards the practitioner with all her strength.
Gray-black ice crystal particles traveled through the air and collided with thousands of white swords.
In an instant, countless snow-white flowers burst open.
The unknown cultivator's face changed in horror, and countless snow-white flowers formed a huge white flower tree in front of him, but those gray-black grains had already been thrown out and piled up into a sword again.
There was infinite fear gushing out from the eyes of this cultivator. He couldn't believe that it was also Xiu Jihan's sword intent. For the other two killing intents, all the power was poured into this sword.
With a puff, the Nine Nether Hades Sword pierced his chest.
At this moment, the Nine Nether Nether King Sword turned into countless gray-black ice crystal particles, which shot out from his body.
His body disintegrated in an instant, turning into countless ice shards and splashing out.
This powerful master disappeared from the world.
However, at the same time, the black crescent moon and the wall-like crystal knife had already fallen towards Changsun Qianxue.
This is also the time when she cannot counterattack and defend.
She waited quietly and looked at Ding Ning.
Ding Ning stood quietly on the spot, and drew out his sword.