His demeanor is very peaceful, a little focused, but more people feel that he is skilled.
The moment the sword is drawn, the natal sword is condensed in the hand, and the posture of raising the sword has already given people a feeling that they have practiced countless times, and finally grasped the true meaning, which has become an instinctive feeling in life.
In fact, any sword move does not have a trajectory that must be followed, just like some painters can copy any fine line of a masterpiece, even if they are exactly the same, but they still cannot copy the charm of a famous master. The sword moves are the same, But people are different, each person's true energy is different, and even the swords in their hands are different, the ultimate pursuit is the perfect fit.
Therefore, the strongest and most perfect sword intent is that the sword moves and the cultivator himself, the sword in his hand, and his spiritual will are completely in harmony with the whole world at this time.
Every sword has this kind of state, but even some of the simplest sword styles, most sword masters in the world can't do it perfectly.
But Ding Ning's sword at this time made everyone feel that it was perfect to the extreme, and it was impossible even to imagine a more perfect state.
The natal sword in his hand released a palpitating aura to his heart's content.
Jian Guang whirled around his body like a millstone.
All the nine-dead silkworms in his body were revived, and his figure disappeared in countless pale streams at this moment.
Except for Changsun Qianxue and Donghu old monk, everyone was terrified.
In addition to the nine dead silkworms, there is also this millstone sword formula.
This is Wang Jingmeng's unique millstone sword art.
The most important thing is that besides Wang Jingmeng in the past, someone else perfectly performed the Grinding Stone Sword Art in front of them.
Even this kind of sword formula can be used perfectly, so what about Wang Jingmeng's other sword styles
Emperor Yuanwu suddenly felt cold, even a bit chilly.
Hei Yue and Jingdao hadn't met Moshi Jianyi yet, but with just this one strike from Ding Ning, he already knew the result of the meeting.
However, he couldn't intervene at this time.
The staff emitting golden light arrived in front of him like the legendary magic pestle, and the bones of his body cracked slightly under the pressure of the huge force.
He could only back away again.
There were some traces of two feet stepping on the ground, and then the ground exploded one after another, like huge mud lotuses blooming.
The sky opened up again, and a huge silver light beam fell on the magic staff. Time seemed to stand still, but there was a sudden dimming within a radius of one hundred meters, and the light seemed to be swallowed up.
The old monk Donghu and the Emperor Yuanwu groaned at the same time, and the bodies of both of them did not seem to be slumping until this time.
At this time, Hei Yue and Jing Dao met Jian Guang outside Ding Ning.
Countless sparks erupted from the rotating sword light, like countless stars constantly disillusioned.
There was a strange sound like bubbles bursting in Ding Ning's body. This was the collision of the true essence and qi and blood in his body. It was like countless fine flowers blooming in his body, and at the same time, it was tearing his flesh and meridians.
His sword light shredded the black moon and the crystal knife, but countless tiny forces still cut through his body, causing many tiny bloody holes to appear on his body in an instant.
Yet he is alive after all.
With one against two, he blocked Ye Xiao and Sima Cuo's blows with such a sword.
"Sima is wrong."
Ding Ning said to his grandson Qianxue.
Of course, this is not a sword move but indicates the direction of the attack.
Even though Changsun Qianxue had killed a powerful practitioner who might be related to the Minshan Sword Sect just now, Ding Ning knew that she had such ability.
The Nine Nether Nether King Sword was still not fully formed in the sky above the powerful practitioner who was killed, but a trail of gray snow had already broken through the wind, following the gaze of Changsun Qianxue, it fell towards Sima Cuo as if alive. binocular.
Sima Cuo yelled sharply, and made a very simple cut and slap. Such a simple saber gesture is not beautiful, but it is very practical.
The gray snow trail was cut into two sections, and the power was not continuous, and then it was scattered.
There was a bang.
The gray snow trail was just a faint one, but when it was scattered, it was like a snow mountain collapsing, and the world in front of him was completely covered by flying snow.
The wide dagger in Sima Cuo's hand shook unceasingly, and his complexion was already extremely ugly. He couldn't imagine that the old lady of the Gongsun family had possessed such power.
However, at this moment, the hair on his entire body exploded, and a strong threat of death made him scream like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and jumped up.
A thin golden light flew out from the shadow behind him and landed on his back.
It was a tiny golden lotus flower, flawless throughout, like the purest sunlight condensed.
At the same time, the tip of Changsun Qianxue's eyebrows also lit up with a little golden flame, just like the pure golden flower yellow that many rich girls put on their makeup.
In the scream, the power stored in Sima Cuo's body poured out crazily. The true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth filled every inch of space in the meridians and flesh and blood in his body, making his whole body swell outward, as if there was a The more real Sima Cuo wanted to rush out of his body, avoiding that little golden light.
The power pouring out from his body condensed the vitality of heaven and earth falling like a mountain, forming countless criss-crossing gray sword energy, exuding a strong sense of corruption, like a cage formed by countless dead bones.
In the next moment, like two invisible giant ships colliding in front of Sima Cuo, the terrifying air wave instantly threw his body to a higher altitude.
Puff puff puff!
Several fountains of blood gushed out from his body, the blood flew in the strong wind, and his body shrank rapidly like a leaky rubber ball.
Even his left face had a horrific wound with deep bone visible, and even a small half of his ear was missing, but Sima Cuo felt only lucky at this time.
He's glad he's still alive.
It's not just that the opponent's strength is far beyond his imagination, but more than ten years have passed, and he himself has forgotten some facts that should not be forgotten, ignoring that the other party is not only the master of the Nine Nether Hades Sword, but also the grandson The sole heir of the family.
The Gongsun family, the number one among the old powerful families in the past, possessed not only power, but also some powerful cultivation methods and secret techniques, such as this flower, so far no one knows whether it should be described as a talisman or a sword or other enemies. Means to describe the "heart lotus".
Ye Xiao's figure also appeared in the sky.
He stepped down from the top of the mountain, and the natal sword appeared in his hand.
His person is as mysterious as his natal sword. Until now, many practitioners present saw that his natal sword was also deep black, like an eternal night. However, the black sword body is made of nine scaled swords intertwined.
These nine black scale swords are like nine black poisonous snakes.
The natal sword landed faster than his body, flew in front of him, and divided into nine pieces in the air. These nine flying swords flew in the air with different trajectories, falling strangely towards Changsun Qianxue from all directions. .
The mind has no other purpose, and it is impossible for a practitioner to distract and control two flying swords at the same time. However, the leader of the old dignitaries does not know how to use and secret techniques, and he can turn nine with one sword.
Along with these nine swords came several other strong killing intents.
Sima Cuo is not the only Qijing in the chariot.
Changsun Qianxue was already unable to stop such Nine Swords, let alone stop the killing intent of those masters.
But she and the old monk beside Ding Ning can do it.
He has half a minute of leisure at this time.
Several stick shadows appeared in the air.
With several bangs, like a drum beating, Ye Xiao's nine swords and the sword intents of those masters were all repelled and blocked back and forth.
At this moment, the old monk's shot was almost perfect.
At least in the few feet around him, his speed is absolutely perfect.
In the past, no practitioner in the world could believe that a practitioner of the same seventh realm could block the attacks of practitioners of the seventh realm from many directions like three heads and six arms.
But at this time Yuan Wu also had leisure.
How can Yuan Wu's shot be broken
"Walk."
It is impossible for Ding Ning not to know this, his body is covered with blood, but there is no blood, but his face is extremely pale. It's just that there is still no panic in his eyes at this time, but there is a kind of ruthlessness that he doesn't usually have.
With a stern shout, he just clenched the hand of the eldest grandson Qianxue beside him, and rushed towards the queue of chariots.
He was seriously injured at this time, his strength was too weak for the surrounding seven realms, and his speed seemed to be very slow, but the most important thing was that Changsun Qianxue knew his intentions.
Her strength and speed far surpassed all the seven realms in the chariot formation, including the night owl falling from the sky.
Her and Ding Ning's bodies faded instantly, and then they sped up terrifyingly in the air, bringing out a long hazy shadow.
With a bang, the chariot that Sima Cuo was standing on was shattered by the force of her and Ding Ning's arrival.
There are two practitioners in the broken chariot.
One of the young men was already sitting slumped on the ground when the chariot was shattered, spurting blood from his mouth, while the other practitioner was dancing wildly with his sleeves, and a sword light pierced Changsun Qianxue's heart.
There was a soft pop.
What was pierced was not the heart of Changsun Qianxue, but the heart of this practitioner.
The figure of Donghu monk appeared beside Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue, his hand was stretched straight, and the staff was also stretched straight, piercing the practitioner's heart.
Emperor Yuanwu had already stood firm, but at this time Donghu monk had already killed a strong man, but he still hadn't made a move.
A cry of exclamation resounded in the chariot, but no killing intent fell on Changsun Qianxue and Ding Ning either.
This reason naturally comes from the young man in the chariot.