Such a team of four, even if they are practitioners of the sixth realm, is already a beheading squad that can forcibly attack and kill the seventh realm on the battlefield.
Four seven-level cultivators who can form such a perfect killing array can probably kill any enemy's seven-level practitioners on the battlefield.
However, when these four killing intents fell on Ding Ning, none of Lin Zhujiu and the others on the shore had any plans to attack.
Because the opponent of these four drug slaves is Ding Ning, and Ding Ning is an existence that cannot be compared to any of the seven realms.
In Changling City back then, such a raiding squad was nothing at all.
So at this moment, in Lin Zhujiu's eyes, there was even a long-lost feeling, a glint of hope.
No one has ever had such perfect sword intent as Wang Jingmeng. When he saw Wang Jingmeng for the first time and saw Wang Jingmeng's sword coming out, he was amazed.
In the many battles that followed, watching Wang Jingmeng's confrontation with the enemy and watching his many sword styles was an unspeakable enjoyment for a practitioner like him.
And now, he has not seen such a sword for many years.
The shadow of the shield and the tip of the spear covered Ding Ning on the white beach, firmly locking Ding Ning's aura. The two drug slaves of the seven realms sensed all the subtle changes in Ding Ning's body, and judged some of his possible movements. .
Ding Ning moved at this moment, he turned sideways without any tricks, and faced the tip of the spear that came first.
When his body moved, it was the servant who changed first. The water vapor in the surrounding world quickly gathered towards the huge horn bow in his hand, and the crystal water droplets shrank from both ends of the bow and gathered on his waist. Between the fingers, a crystal water arrow condensed.
Terrible fluctuations of vitality were rippling on this crystal water arrow, and the sound of phoenix cries kept coming out in the air.
Ding Ning was a little surprised, he raised his head and glanced at the horned bow in the hands of the drug slave, but the drug slave gave him a meal just in the blink of an eye.
He can lock Ding Ning's body, but he can't make a move.
Because Ding Ning was standing at a corner under the shield, which was a dead corner that his arrows could not reach.
Ding Ning simply turned to one side and moved forward, already blocking his attack.
Then Ding Ning drew his sword.
An extremely simple sword.
The breath of life gushed out from his hand and turned into a great punishment sword.
A few wisps of violent vitality appeared in the air, turning into strange brilliance, which quickly attached to the blade of the Great Punishment Sword.
The blade of the Great Punishment Sword seemed to become thinner and sharper in an instant.
Then his sword was cut on the point of the spear that was thrusting at him, and then it was connected to the shield.
The gun broke and the shield broke.
This sword just precisely locked the air mechanism of the gun shield, without any tricks.
The tip of the spear fell to Ding Ning's side, and Ding Ning passed through the cut shield, brushing past the two medicine slaves.
His sword passed along the trend, and the heads of the two drug slaves floated up.
There were only two of the four drug slaves left.
The medicine slave with water arrows stuck on his fingertips didn't hesitate at all. He let go of the water arrows stuck between his fingers, and then pulled out the long knife on his back with his backhand.
In his subconscious mind, the distance between Ding Ning and him was already too close. At this distance, any slight body movement of a cultivator could easily avoid the direct hit of the arrow.
However, in his opinion, such an arrow can still buy him a certain amount of time, not to mention that in front of him, there is a flying sword that brings out countless sword shadows.
There was a bang.
When the arrow was fired, there was no sharp piercing sound, but a loud noise, and the arrow instantly turned into a water dragon, rushing towards Ding Ning head-on.
That dark green flying sword fell from the sky, and countless sword shadows mixed together, like countless peacock feathers falling down.
Ding Ning raised his head slightly, he looked at the countless sword shadows, and raised the sword in his hand.
There was a crisp crackling sound amidst the dull bang when the water dragon broke through the air.
As soon as the sword shadows in the sky were drawn away, where Ding Ning's sword light fell, the dark green flying sword revealed its true body, and turned into two severed broken swords, falling desolately like severed dragonflies.
At the same time, Ding Ning's body had already brushed past the water dragon, and he slashed at the medicine slave who had just pulled out the long knife behind his back with his sword.
It is said to be cut, but it is actually more like a stroke.
Because the movement of Ding Ning's sword is too smooth and light, and this drug slave is right at the end of his sword tip.
This sword gave people the feeling that even if the sword tip slashed across the body, it would only leave a shallow wound, but Yao Nu who faced Ding Ning's sword did not feel this way at all.
He intuitively felt that the momentum of the long knife in his hand could not stop the sword at all. With the sound of shock in the depths of his body, his left hand pulled out the short knife at his waist and sealed it towards Ding Ning's sword tip.
Ding Ning's eyes fell on him.
His sword posture did not change in any way, and Jian Guang cut in between the gap between the two knives.
The drug slave's body froze.
He watched Ding Ning's sword tip across his chest helplessly.
There was only a faint red mark where the sword tip passed, but in the next instant, there was a series of hissing sounds between the red marks, and the sword energy continued to penetrate deeply into his body. His body was cut out like a thin sheet of paper.
The last drug slave was coughing up blood.
His natal sword was cut off in an instant, causing serious trauma to his sea of qi.
Ding Ning withdrew his sword, and his eyes fell on the center of the medicine slave's eyebrows.
A red dot appeared between the eyebrows of this drug slave.
A drop of blood flying in the air was driven by his sword when he retracted the sword, and shot down between the eyebrows of the medicine slave.
The power of this drop of blood is not strong, but it is deadly enough for a cultivator whose natal object has been destroyed and the true energy in his body is still shaking violently.
A soft bang sounded from the back of the medicine slave's head.
A blood mist surged from the back of his head, and then the medicine slave's body fell back limply to the ground.
Ding Jing stood quietly.
The corpses of four drug slaves were scattered around his body.
Looking at such a scene, Lin Zhujiu was filled with emotion.
Even practitioners of the seventh level, under such a perfect sword force, are extremely fragile, and seem to be no different from low-level practitioners.
The former Wang Jingmeng was so powerful.
In other words, Ding Ning is stronger now.
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Lin Zhuojiu, Zhang Shiwu, and grandson Qianxue went ashore.
They followed behind Ding Ning, walked through the white sandy beach and a mangrove forest, and walked in front of the building on the floating island.
It was hard to see clearly in the white mist in the distance, but now they saw six rooms standing in front of them, six independent huge warehouses.
These six huge warehouses are all made of gloomy wood in the sea. The sea breeze cannot corrode, but it exudes the smell of time.
Each warehouse is huge, like a giant UFO ship stranded on the island.