"Except for a duel where the weak defeat the strong, any other battle is bullying and shameless."
After Ding Ning said this, there was blood dripping on his body, but he didn't notice anything, and just looked at the night sky calmly.
Looking at his expression, no one would have thought that just now a Grandmaster of the Seven Realms died under such a simple surprise attack by him.
Fusu was very sad, but he couldn't speak.
Because what Ding Ning said made a lot of sense.
There are too many night demon apes, filling the sky, and there is an unknown number of them, and there is a master of the seventh realm hiding among them. This kind of battle is inherently unfair, let alone the master of the seventh realm who attacked first.
The night demon ape circled angrily and kept falling.
They gathered more and more in a space with a radius of tens of feet, and the density became higher and higher, forming a black tornado around Ding Ning, Changsun Qianxue and others, and the black hurricane was full of red eyes. and white tusks.
Changsun Qianxue's movements are extremely stable and concise, without any excess, making the best use of her true essence. Every time she swings her sword, she will bring up dozens of transparent and pure sword qi, piercing through the air, and pounce on it immediately after cutting open. Falling Night Demon Ape.
These black hurricanes hovered around her, Ding Ning and the others, but there was no way to pose a real threat at all. Only blood waves formed by broken flesh and blood continued to form, flowing in the whirling air like red ribbons.
In the center of the hurricane, there was a foul smell, and the air was sucked upwards, making it difficult for Ding Ning and others to breathe.
But at this moment, there was a breeze, and the black hurricane swayed outwards, expanding a little, and a practitioner in a green shirt floated down.
"Yan Jing of the Chongtian Sword Academy, I want to ask you to fight, if I win, please let the prince go."
This is obviously a Grandmaster of the Seven Realms, with disheveled hair and slovenly clothes, but his eyes are extremely bright, he bows and salutes seriously, and there are countless night demon apes circling around his humble figure It seemed strange but respectful, when he said such words, a lot of vitality gushed out of him, not turning into killing intent, but pure release.
The powerful aura on his body descended steadily.
This is not a real fall, but it is actually by releasing the true energy and the vitality of heaven and earth in one's body, so that the power of one's true energy can be reduced to only the level of the six realms.
The Grandmaster's tone was also extremely humble, he used the word "begging", but the fact is exactly that, Ruo Dingning is the rebirth of that person back then, no one in the world can be proud in front of him.
With the strength of the same six realms, even if Ding Ning has been seriously injured, but only with the perfect sword intent shown before, the chance of winning for this practitioner from Chongtian Sword Academy is very slim.
However, for this practitioner, this is an opportunity for Fusu to leave safely.
Looking at this humble master, Ding Ning bowed his head as a salute and didn't say anything superfluous, just said one word, "No!"
In a simple word, there is a kind of tolerance that even the seven realms cannot match, and the practitioner of the Chongtian Sword Academy suddenly became excited.
He took a deep breath, and a natal sword energy came out from his chest.
A natal sword like a yellow bamboo slice appeared in his hand, across his chest, he said: "Please."
There was a crackling sound of "嗤".
His natal sword disappeared from his hand, but in the space between him and Ding Ning, dozens of withered yellow thunder lights suddenly shot out, and the ends of the thunder lights even exploded, making it even more difficult to guard against.
Although his attitude was extremely respectful and humble, his actions were merciless, even surpassing his usual limit.
Ding Ning is short.
The rough blade of the Great Punishment Sword appeared in his hand, piercing from bottom to top.
There was a muffled bang, as if a bamboo pole had hit a stone heavily at the bottom of the water.
The withered yellow thunder light disintegrated, and the yellow bamboo-like natal sword also flew out obliquely, piercing the chest of a night demon ape who couldn't dodge it, and then flew out into the night behind.
The body of the master of the Chongtian Sword Academy turned into a stream of light and retreated, his eyes were full of shocking and unbelievable light, and his left hand was tightly holding his right wrist.
His right wrist has been broken, and the force that hit his right arm is still going deep into his body, hurting his internal organs.
He recognized the sword that Ding Ning had just cast.
This is basically the wind-raising sword of his Chongtian Sword Academy!
This is his master's sword move, and its subtlety cannot be compared with the secret sword he used just now, but the opponent just used his master's simple sword style to break his sword style at a glance, A sword hit his wrist holding the sword.
Ding Ning withdrew his sword, and gently swallowed the reverse blood rushing to his throat.
Fusu's lips trembled slightly, and his face was snow-white. He was not disappointed because he couldn't get out of trouble, but he could also feel what kind of state Ding Ning's sword represented.
In the sky, there are still a few masters who can come here with the help of these night devil apes without causing these night devil apes to attack.
They are all deployed by Queen Zheng Xiu, and some of them are directly from Jiaodong County, and they are the emissaries of these night demon apes. He remained silent and did not immediately join the battle.
Donghu ascetic monk's eyes have not yet been opened, and these people together may not be the opponents of Changsun Qianxue, Ding Ning and Donghu ascetic monk at this time.
They need to use these night demon apes to consume more power of the ascetic monk of Donghu and the eldest lady of the Gongsun family.
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In the night, Sima Cuo was lying in a warm carriage with soft brocade mattresses piled up around his body.
A medical officer is taking care of him carefully.
The chariot he was on was already retreating to Yinshan Mountain.
The vast majority of the Great Qin Dynasty's army also began to retreat in an orderly manner. Under the frantic pursuit of the Great Chu Dynasty's army, naturally some troops left behind will stay on this land forever.
At the place where the battle that lured Ding Ning and the others took place, the night owl dressed in black still stayed at the top of the hill.
He looked at the direction where the night demon ape was flying, and the deep flames of hatred were burning in the depths of his eyes. This flame seemed to be burning his own soul, and if he didn't go there, his body would be burnt to ashes.
But he is still waiting.
"My lord."
In the darkness, one practitioner after another rushed up behind him, saluted and waited with him.
These practitioners all carried heavy sword boxes on their backs.
This kind of sword box is specially used to store a lot of swords. In order to avoid damage caused by the collision of the blades, the inside is separated by a unique wooden grid, and the sword body is fixed so that it cannot be moved.
A large number of swords have to be transported, and these swords are often just ordinary long swords used in the army, and these sword boxes are usually used in the army.
However, in the sword boxes on the backs of these cultivators who came at this time, there were all kinds of sounds, and there were sword qi inside, screaming, praising, or cheering.