Meng Fangying couldn't imagine it.
He swung his sword again.
The natal sword in his hand was first bathed in a light blue brilliance, and then the blade of the natal sword disappeared in a bright and hot halo, but the sword intent was scattered in the space.
The name of this sword is "Chun Xia", and it is also one of the seven swords of the Meng family. It means the mysterious and elusive transformation at the handover of spring and summer, and the way of the sword is even more mysterious and difficult to find.
He can be sure that among all the masters in Changling, most of them are absolutely unable to judge the real movement of this sword.
This sword seemed to have left his body and completely melted into the warm wind at the turn of spring and summer.
However, Li Daoji remained unchanged.
The long sword in his left hand trembled slightly, but the right sword was still picking out the horns of a white sheep, just like a white sheep on a cliff, facing any beast with one horn.
The thousand dust mountains echoed again.
Accompanied by Meng Fangying's uncontrollable screams.
The mysterious and hard-to-find sword energy overflowed and dissipated, only the horn-like sword light remained in the air forever.
His sword was still blocked by Li Daoji with exactly the same sword move.
It seems that Li Daoji only knows this sword at all.
But this sword seems to be able to cope with all his sword moves!
"It turned out to be like this."
Tantai Guanjian relaxed.
He knew where Li Daoji went after leaving Changling.
No matter how weird and bizarre the sword light is, the ultimate destination is still the enemy's side, falling into the enemy's flesh and blood.
In the Daliang Mountains on the border of the Great Qin Dynasty, there is a master named Zhu Sanchi, who can judge the opponent's sword with his self-created "seeing the truth" sword intent.
It's just that passive coping is not as flexible as one's own. Although Tantai Guanjian knew the master, he never thought that the person's "seeing the truth" sword intent combined with the white sheep's horns in the white sheep cave could form such a perfect defensive sword potential.
There was laughter in the dull air.
Ding Ning laughed.
"You should have heard that there was a swordsman named Zhong Panshi in the Korean Dynasty."
He smiled and looked at Meng Fangying, whose face was extremely ugly, and said: "His real name is Zhong Xiaolou, but at that time all the sword masters in the world liked to call him Zhong Panshi, because his sword guard stood like a rock in the waves. move."
"His guarding sword can defend against the turbulent attacks of many famous sword masters without revealing his flaws, but in terms of a single sword defending the strong with the weak, the guarding should not be as good as my uncle's sword now. After all, although Zhong Panshi back then could He can defend against the attacks of many sword masters who are almost at the same level of cultivation, but he absolutely cannot defend against the attack of a sword master whose true energy is far above him."
Ding Ning turned his head to look at Master Li Huo again, and then smiled more happily, "From this point of view, my uncle is somewhat similar to Master Li Huo now. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you have to kill me first." It’s a good waste of my true essence and my uncle.”
…
Ding Ning's laughter lingered in everyone's ears.
No one doubted what he said.
Meng Fangying also knew that what he said was true. "Chun Xia" was already the most mysterious sword move among the seven swords of the Meng family. If this move could not break Li Daoji's guarding sword, then he would use the seven swords again. The rest of the sword moves in the sword are also useless.
So he looked up.
His eyes passed through the dust and cloudy sky and fell to the endless high sky, as if he was about to project directly into the cold starry sky outside.
At the same time, his body exuded an aura of frank acceptance of some kind of external force.
Ding Ning was no stranger to this kind of breath.
Since Meng Fangying alone could not defeat Li Daoji at this time, he had to rely on the strength of the mistress in the imperial city.
Changsun Qianxue looked at Meng Fangying with contempt in her eyes.
In her opinion, these practitioners who have a unique connection with Zheng Xiu are actually no different from Zheng Xiu's puppets.
However, what surprised her and everyone present was that.
When the aura of Meng Fangying's body quickly radiated into the sky above, there was no such cold spark falling.
Meng Fangying's body was a little stiff.
But everyone on Ding Ning's side was full of emotions and surprises.
This means that Changling has undergone great changes.
Zheng Xiu may have been killed by Baili Suxue, even if she hadn't, she didn't have the power to summon Xinghuo at this time.
What if even she can't protect herself
Then how should I deal with myself
This is the question Meng Fangying is thinking about at this time.
He lowered his head slowly.
The silver-white natal sword reappeared in his hand like flowing water.
He made a decision in one breath.
If the hostess in the imperial city is gone, there is still Yuan Wu in this wilderness, which still cannot change the empire itself.
And he just wants to fight for this empire, the strength of this empire.
If there is only one way to exhaust Li Daoji's true energy, then he has no choice.
His fingers clenched the hilt of the sword slightly, and the true essence in his body would spurt out again.
"Wait for me."
However, at this moment, an old and spiteful voice sounded in his ears.
His brows frowned naturally, and at the same time that the natal sword disappeared from his hand, the figure who was about to move forward receded into the shadow of the dusty mountain behind him, and disappeared in an instant.
He could hear that the voice came from the old monster from Jiaodong County whose body was cut off by Ding Ning.
The old monster was obviously doomed to die, but from the voice coming into his ears at this moment, he knew that the old monster was suppressing the injury, and then prepared to arouse the final strength.
This time should not be too long.
…
A dusty practitioner walks among the mountains.
He is Su Xiumu.
When he sent out the sword light of Fanghou Mansion's messenger, he saw many sword lights responding.
Some are warnings, some are threats, and some point out the direction for him.
He was in a hurry.
The true essence and heaven and earth vitality in his body flowed out of his body like a worthless river, so that there was no time to replenish the heaven and earth vitality, making his body seem to become empty, sucking up the dust on the road.
He never sleeps, but his pupils are exceptionally bright, with a sharp luster, which is completely different from when he was practicing in Changling Jingyuan.
In other words, he was completely different from Su Xiumu at that time.
He could already vaguely see the outlines of thousands of dust mountains in the distance.
At this moment, an army appeared in the wilderness in front of him.
Headed by a general wearing a copper-colored battle armor.
Chi Ying, one of the three great masters under Meng Fangying's seat.
"go!"
It's just that when this general appeared in his perception, as if the distance in space was shortened instantly, Su Xiumu let out a low shout freely.
All the fine dust that was absorbed on his body and even infiltrated into his body was forced out.
There was a crackling sound.
A dust sword with a length of several tens of feet appeared in front of him, piercing through the air.
"die!"
When the second word came out, the dust sword was already in front of Chi Ying.
In front of Chi Ying's body, a blood-like startled rainbow lit up.
However, at the same time, countless tiny sounds resounded from the red armor on his body.
Countless blood-stained dust flew from behind him.
His eyes widened to the limit, and then the pupils were filled with blood overflowing from the tiny holes.
His consciousness disappeared in an instant, and he died.