The middle-aged Orion in the small courtyard had also walked into the courtyard. Seeing Ye Xinhe's sword, the Grandmaster of Yanjing was very moved.
He didn't agree with Ye Xinhe's story that Wang Jingmeng replaced him.
But the appearance of this sword completely changed his view.
Because this sword is too powerful.
And very special.
There is a feeling of being deviant and self-contained.
Such a character is likely to transcend the definition of a practitioner, and even create a practice system that is completely different from the current practitioners, which is naturally beyond the reach of those Changling sword masters at that time.
So even in the Lushan League, Ye Xinhe still hides his true strength.
His true strength has always been above the imagination of all practitioners in the world.
Ding Ning looked at Ye Xinhe's heartless sword very calmly.
This sword light repels all auras in the world and cuts off all vitality rules, so it can naturally break any vitality he summons.
However, he stood where he was, without even moving.
A small sword flew up from his waist.
This is the last flower and the remaining sword.
Countless tiny flowers flew out of the sword, and then were cut open and chopped by this merciless sword light.
However, the sword body of Mo Hua Canjian was extending, and countless sword threads flew out, each of which was thinner than a hair, pierced a piece of snowflake above, and connected with this snowflake.
Mo Hua Canjian pulled the entire snow formation, resolutely facing the ruthless sword light.
Boom.
There was an unimaginably dull loud noise between the sky and the earth, and Wan Shan responded. Countless snow fell from the mountain peaks and branches, and countless plants and trees were lightened, and suddenly bounced straight from the bent posture.
All the plants and trees among the ten thousand mountains were suddenly relaxed because of this shock, and seemed to be filled with a cheerful and jumping atmosphere everywhere as if they were alive.
A looming thunder fire floated on the thin and thin piece of Peach God Sword, which paused in the air.
A look of shock appeared in Ye Xinhe's eyes.
His ruthless sword can cut down everything in the world, but what Ding Ning involves is his own power.
He couldn't kill himself.
He couldn't explain his feelings at this moment.
He looked at Ding Ning's calm eyebrows, but felt that Ding Ning was laughing at him wantonly.
Unless you can kill yourself mercilessly, this is the real ruthlessness in the world.
He had prepared for many years, and the sword that was originally intended to be used against Wang Jingmeng was easily broken.
However, he didn't have time to think about it, because Ding Ning's counterattack had already begun.
The sky and the earth seemed to brighten up suddenly.
A cheerful and inexplicable atmosphere filled the entire world.
The power of bending over and straightening all the plants and trees, as well as the cheerful and relaxed atmosphere, came from the mountains, and became the sword intent of Ding Ning's sword.
Countless winds flowing because of the bouncing of these plants, wrapped in the vitality of heaven and earth, were all drawn by Ding Ning and converged into the sword in his hand.
An unparalleled sword light was generated in Ding Ning's hands.
This was the first time Ding Ning used the Great Punishment Sword with all his strength after breaking through the seventh realm.
The incomparably majestic vitality gathered between the mountains instantly crushed Ye Xinhe's snow formation. At the same time, Ding Ning's surge of true energy, which was different from that of ordinary practitioners, also gushed out frantically and poured into the large body in his hand. Punishment sword.
The whole mountain was shaking.
Including the lake in the distance.
It seems that this mountain and this lake will be swept away by Ding Ning's sword and sent flying.
Ye Xinhe's body resounded with crackling bones.
Unbelievable clarity surged in his heart, and in his perception, his flesh and bones seemed to be turning into pieces of fly ash and disappearing like burnt coals.
He can already be sure that Ding Ning is stronger than Wang Jingmeng back then.
When he had the opportunity to practice again, Ding Ning had already corrected all the flaws in the previous practice process, and even the true energy technique and the sword in his hand had infinitely tended to become the strongest in the world.
However, his confidence and fighting spirit have not completely disappeared.
The flimsy piece of Peach Sword in front of him burned.
This fabled famous sword brought with him the primordial energy he had cultivated for many years, and turned into blue smoke. The terrifying vitality from a huge mountain.
At the same time, he touched a ray of energy in the depths of the sea of energy.
This energy is connected to the silent starry sky and to the mistress of Changling.
Jing Liuli killed Li Si, making Jing Liuli's whereabouts invisible, and Zheng Xiu dared not use that Xinghuo sword again.
However, Ye Xinhe knew that Zheng Xiu's Spark Sword would definitely come this time.
Because Zheng Xiu knew very well that if Ye Xinhe saw Jing Liuli, Jing Liuli would definitely not even have the means to use this opportunity.
Ding Ning looked up.
A pale star had already appeared in the bright sky.
Ye Xinhe's sea of Qi was empty at this moment.
Accompanied by a shrill cry, all the true energy in his body burst out from the sea of qi, gathering the burning Peach God Sword, turning into a golden thunder fire.
He no longer thinks about his next cultivation, nor does he think about the existence of that Grandmaster Yan, he just wants to kill the enemy in front of him in this life.
Ding Ning moved.
He takes a step forward.
With this step forward, the power gathered from the mountains perfectly merged with his sword.
In this sword movement, Wan Shanxuehan was actually being drawn, with the icy power that he and his eldest grandson Qianxue had comprehended over the years.
However, what was even more shocking was that the blade of the Xinghuo sword that fell from the sky began to disintegrate.
To be more precise, the closer he was to Ding Ning, the more pale flowing fire would leave the sword body and gather in Ding Ning's sword light.
The sword light of Ding Ning's sword was extremely cold, stormy, and the power from the starry sky, it was completely like the comet tail of a comet.
This sword light swept across.
Whether it was Ye Xinhe's thunder fire or the spark sword falling from the sky, they were all wiped out by this sword!
Countless fine pieces of ice and snow surged onto Ye Xinhe's body with dots of pale sparks that could not be extinguished.
At this moment, Ye Xinhe's body became translucent, and countless silver lights gushed out from his body.
The clothes and flesh and blood on Ye Xinhe's body were turning into fine flying debris, spreading out to the surrounding world like countless fireflies.
He was speechless.
He looked at Ding Ning, his mind was full of disbelief, and he felt that all this was too absurd. Even if he was going to be killed in the end, he absolutely could not imagine that he would be killed by Ding Ning's sword without the ability to resist like a chicken but a dog.
"The continuation of the gods was also handed over to her on purpose by me."
Ding Ning came in front of him, looked at him quietly, and said softly: "You are always wrong... You think you are very close to me, but you are far away from me. Even if you arrive at Changling before me, even if you First I soared into the sky, but when I arrived at Changling, you were still just one of the sword masters I defeated, you are you, and you will never be able to replace my story."
Ye Xinhe heard this sentence clearly.
He couldn't understand what kind of mood he was in.
He couldn't think anymore.
Because at this moment, when the breath flowing in front of Ding Ning hit him, he flew away completely.
His figure completely disappeared, turning into some ashes that still glowed with fluorescence, and rushed towards the sky and the earth along with the flying snowflakes.
Ding Ning took a deep breath, and looked at a direction in the distance.
In this unprecedented battle against Qin, he waited for a long time, and finally got this chance to kill Ye Xinhe.
However, for him, this is still just the beginning.
Zheng Xiu is also in Yanjing, not far away from him.
By killing Ye Xinhe and attracting the Xinghuo Sword by Ye Xinhe, he has already sensed Zheng Xiu's specific position.