"Your skin and hair is from your parents."
Fusu no longer thought about any reasoning that Ding Ning said, but lowered his head and said: "If my death can also bury an enemy like you who makes them worry, then I would rather die."
Ding Ning didn't say anything else, his mood was very peaceful, and in a sense, he was even a little relieved, because he didn't misread Fusu.
The darkness of this night seemed to be extraordinarily long. The dark shadows of the Night Demon Ape were restless in the sky not far away, and the red eyes were like wisps of will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.
As time went by, the old monk Donghu still didn't open his eyes, but the night demon apes in the sky felt a strange aura first, from pure waiting and suppressed restlessness of bloodthirsty to a kind of Facing the restlessness of the fear of the unknown.
In the face of crisis and some subtle changes in the vitality of the world, the instinctive perception of most monsters even exceeds that of powerful practitioners.
The abnormality of these monsters naturally awakened the waiting grandmasters.
These masters couldn't figure out exactly where this change of heaven and earth vitality came from, but in the next few breaths, they determined that this incomprehensible change of qi mechanism came from the old monk Donghu who still closed his eyes.
A loud voice suddenly sounded in the sky.
It was an astonishing vitality flowing, and it oscillated with their violently fluctuating state of mind.
These masters finally understood what Ding Ning was waiting for when he stayed here.
Even the eldest grandson Qianxue didn't really react until this time. Amidst the loud voice from the sky, she looked at the old monk Donghu beside her in shock and asked Ding Ning, "He is not healing, but breaking the situation." ?”
"Breakthrough is the best means of healing."
Ding Ning looked at her and said, "At this point, we finally have a chance to survive."
For the Grandmaster of the Seventh Realm, the Eighth Realm itself is a kind of mysterious and mysterious unknown realm that cannot be speculated. Changsun Qianxue believes that even Ding Ning was just a guess before, and it was not certain until now, because the previous relationship with Emperor Yuanwu Fighting, this old monk who has reached the edge of the eight realms finally grasped the opportunity to break through the realm.
In battle, it is not without precedent to break through the realm when life and death are at stake. However, in the entire history of the practice world, there is really no precedent for entering the seventh realm into the eighth realm in battle.
The old monk of Donghu has shown signs of stepping into the eighth realm, and there have been changes in Qi mechanism that are incomprehensible to the seven realms.
There may be a second practitioner in the world who has entered the eighth realm, and this eighth realm practitioner is the attendant who guards Ding Ning.
However, neither Ding Ning nor Changsun Qianxue showed a warm and relaxed expression at this time.
Because no one can predict how long it will take for him to break through, and the waiting masters will not allow him to break through.
The mountain-like grand sound resounding in the sky, purely caused by the movement of the vitality of the heaven and the earth, instantly turned into various sharp cutting and piercing sounds, and then turned into a violent killing intent.
Between Fusu's life and whether to sit back and create an Eighth Realm enemy of the Great Qin Empire, these several masters made the same choice at the same time.
Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue looked at each other deeply, then looked up at the sky.
They know that this may also be their last time.
Changsun Qianxue waved her hand, cutting out a cold sword light.
The sword intent contained in this cold sword light makes people think of the pool of cold water that never moves in the lonely courtyard, or wintersweet flowers that are always calm by the pool, with flowers fading and blooming. But no one has ever stopped in front of this wintersweet.
This sword intent is waiting.
A person's loneliness and waiting.
During the many years in Changling, Changsun Qianxue didn't know Ding Ning's true identity. She cherished the deepest love and also the deepest hatred.
She was waiting for a chance of revenge, and she also buried herself, waiting for someone who would never return.
This is the sword intent that she has transformed in more than ten years, and it is the strongest sword that she has comprehended during these years in Changling.
At such a moment, she cut out the sword without hesitation.
Several unbelievable exclamations and a horrified howl sounded at the same time.
This cold sword light easily cut through a sword barrier like a huge Shenzhou boat, and directly chopped off a grandmaster.
But at the same time, two sword intents like heaven's punishment also fell down at the same time.
A ray like a brilliant sunset fell towards the old monk Donghu.
A cloud of mist fell towards Changsun Qianxue.
Ding Ning's throat was rippling with bloody smell, and a layer of bitterness appeared on his face.
His right hand moved slightly, and countless sword silks carried the real essence that gushed out from his body, like a canopy of fireworks blooming in his hand.
The dancing sword silk stretched out like dancing strings, and delicate white flowers bloomed in the air.
These flowers penetrated the mist, directly destroying the vitality rules of this sword.
Countless chi chi chi chi sounds of air leakage sounded, and this violent sword had not much power left when it approached Changsun Qianxue.
Ding Ning's lips began to bleed, but no blood flowed from the wound on his body, but the flesh and blood were torn a few minutes deeper.
The world in front of his eyes became a little hazy, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.
He was already close to the limit, and among the two sword lights attacking Dong Huseng and Changsun Qianxue, he chose to block the sword that attacked Changsun Qianxue.
This was not because of closeness, but because he knew that his eldest grandson, Qianxue, could not block this strike at all, while the old monk who was in the breaking point had a glimmer of hope that he could block such a blow.
The air outside the old monk Donghu's body suddenly folded layer by layer, as if a crystal was about to burst.
This is obviously in the world of perception, and the old monk has already sensed the coming of the killing intent and has already started to react.
However, this kind of reaction was almost instinctive, and the old monk Donghu seemed to have no time to get away from the moment of breaking through quickly, and then blocked the sword.
Ding Ning's heart instantly fell to the bottom.
Within a radius of more than ten feet, even the old monk himself had no time to block this sword, so who else in the world, who could possibly block this sword
The death of the old monk Donghu was equal to the death of him and his eldest grandson Qianxue.
Ding Ning didn't have time to say anything or do anything else, he just subconsciously wanted to hold Changsun Qianxue's hand.
At this moment, a sword light rose from the darkness in the distance, from the plains of the wilderness, with a trace of Ding Ning's familiar aura, and fell towards Monk Donghu.
The voice of panic and anger resounded in the sky again.
When the exclamation sounded, the two sword lights had already met.
There was a crackling sound, and the two sword lights collided with each other, as if the crisp ice edge was broken.
The place where the sword light started was at least a hundred feet away from here, but the sword light within ten feet was actually intercepted by the sword light that was nearly a hundred feet away.
It wasn't until this moment that Ding Ning resumed breathing.
He knew who it was, there was only one person in the world with such quick means.