"The elixir for improving cultivation... such a sword... how many secrets are hidden in your body!" Su Qin sneered wildly.
Ding Ning said calmly: "This has nothing to do with you. The key is that your sword hand is useless now. I can see that you are born left-handed, so even if you practice sword with your right hand, your natural disadvantage will make your sword very difficult." mediocre."
Su Qin's smile disappeared completely, and his face became paler than the grimace in the picture.
A teacher from the Ivy Sword Academy quickly walked out of the vine forest and rushed towards Su Qin with a medicine box.
"Do not come near me!"
However, before he really got close, Su Qin looked at the bloody left hand like a wounded beast, and let out a hysterical roar at the teacher of the Ivy Sword Academy.
The master of the Ivy Sword Academy paused and frowned.
He was closer to the battlefield than those on the viewing stand, so he could see what happened here more clearly.
"Let's not say that this is your own fault."
He looked coldly at Su Qin, who was completely out of control, and said with a sneer, "From today onwards, do you think you are still the genius who needs many people in the sect to surround you?"
After saying this, he ignored Su Qin whose hands were still dripping blood, turned around and walked towards the place where Nangong Caishu and Liu Yangguang were fighting.
Liu Yangguang had already lowered his sword.
He originally still had the strength to resist Nangong Caishu's swords, but seeing that the battle between Ding Ning and Su Qin was over, all the remaining courage in his body disappeared.
"I surrender."
He lowered his head and said to Nangong Caishu.
"Junior brother... Su Qin..."
Zhang Yi didn't expect such a situation to happen at all. He didn't want Ding Ning to suffer any damage, so he just outputted his true energy recklessly just now, and wanted to get rid of Mo Chen's entanglement as soon as possible, but because of his own generous temperament, he really couldn't help it. I would like to see such a bleak result for Su Qin.
He is very clear that falling from a genius to a waste material that is not as good as an ordinary practitioner is the most serious punishment for a practitioner.
…
The result of this battle was so unexpected that even Mo Chen paused.
In his sight, Su Qin, who used to be heroic and seemed to have everything under his control, and Su Qin, who is like a ghost now, are completely like people from two worlds.
He lowered his head and saw the sword in his hand.
The self who owns the Xuepu sword and the previous self are also two completely different people.
It's just that the person who gave him the Xuepu Sword hopes that he can prevent Ding Ning from winning.
So now that Su Qin is defeated and Liu Yangguang is defeated, it seems impossible for him to defeat Zhang Yi, which will have any impact on the final result, but he still feels that he must do something.
So he looked up.
While Zhang Yi was still worrying about what to do and whether there was anything that could heal Su Qin's arm, his body turned into a gust of wind, passing by Zhang Yi's side and rushing towards Ding Ning.
Almost everyone did not expect that Mo Chen would act like this when the outcome was already determined, so even the teacher of the Ivy Sword Academy on the side was taken aback.
"you!"
Zhang Yi was obviously taken aback, he couldn't understand why Mo Chen did this.
"It's not good for you."
But he absolutely did not allow Mo Chen to cause any harm to Ding Ning. The moment such a voice sounded, his whole body also turned into a gust of wind.
Along with the gust of wind, there was torrential rain.
The long sword in his hand was as warm as jade. At this moment, countless sword shadows turned into a rainstorm, chasing Mo Chen from behind and wrapping him inside.
Mo Chen's eyes dimmed.
He didn't draw his sword again.
Because of Zhang Yi's sword, he understood that what Zhang Yi said at the beginning was true. Zhang Yi was much faster than him, and it was impossible for him to get rid of Zhang Yi and pose any threat to Ding Ning.
Countless torrential rains of sword energy showered around him, smashing countless fallen leaves on the ground around him.
Zhang Yi retracted his sword, but the figure landed in front of him.
"It's Bashan Yeyu Sword... The rain sprinkles plantains!"
On the viewing platform, Di Qing frowned, turned to look at Xue Wangxu, and said softly: "This is the sword scripture that must be burned in the early years of Yuan Wu."
Xue Wangxu looked at him and smiled slightly, with a hint of arrogance that couldn't be concealed, "There are quite a few such sword scriptures in the scripture cave of Baiyang Cave."
"I don't think what you are doing is right, but I have to admit that even as an opponent, you are an opponent worthy of respect." Di Qingmei turned her head and sighed softly.
Su Qin's crazy eyes fell on the countless pores on the ground.
Feeling the speed and power of Zhang Yi's sword just now, he finally understood that Zhang Yi's usual modesty was real modesty.
Thinking that in a fair fight, he would not even be able to defeat Zhang Yi, he laughed again, his laughter was extremely sad, and his expression was extremely weird.
…
Zhang Yi frowned, and originally wanted to say something, but seeing the ink dust who lowered his head and untied the order talisman, he closed his mouth, his face returned to gentleness, and he didn't say anything else.
However, Ding Ning is not as kind as he is.
The Xuepu sword in Mo Chen's hand and his last move made him understand a lot in an instant.
"Mr. Liling bought you with this Xuepu sword?"
He looked at Mo Chen mockingly, "So you die for your confidant, even at this time, you want to fight hard to see if you can kick me out of the top three?"
Mo Chen remained silent.
"The Xuepu sword may be as important as your life to you, but for a character like Li Lingjun, it can only be regarded as a relatively exquisite decoration. Use this method to deal with a young boy from a wine shop who is not a threat to him at all. ... Don't imagine him too beautifully, he is not that lofty at all." Ding Ning looked at him, sneered softly and said, "Please tell him, if you mess with an opponent like me, in the future I will definitely let him He regrets it."
Zhang Yi, who was between him and Mo Chen, heard Ding Ning's words clearly. His brows that had just been loosened were frowned again, and he turned around to persuade him sadly, "Little Junior Brother, Mr. Li Ling is naturally wrong, but you can't do it if you try to speak quickly." What's the meaning."
Ding Ning said calmly: "There is a word "quick" in the quickness of the tongue. When you say something, you will feel comfortable and happy. This is the meaning."
"Junior Brother, there seems to be something wrong with this reasoning." Zhang Yi said in a depressed voice, "But I can't convince you."
"My life doesn't make any sense."
Ding Ning raised his head, looked at the warm but not glaring morning sun in late autumn, whispered in his heart, with a satisfied smile on his face.
The trial of sacrificial sword is an important step for him now after being exposed to the sunlight of Changling.
This step can finally be completed as he expected, and the many traces on the wall of his home in Wutongluo can be erased faster.
The viewing platform also became calm again.
Behind Ding Ning, there were countless hissing sounds from the vines stretching like a city wall.
Many thick vines swam away like water snakes, and countless vines withered.
Fallen leaves flutter and vine walls disappear.
A flat passage appeared in front of Ding Ning, Zhang Yi, and Nangong Caishu.
At the exit of the Sword Sacrifice Canyon at the end of the passage, there is a high platform, on which are three pieces of green fat jade amber on the three withered vine pillars.
"Let's go."
Looking at Nangong Caishu who had finished treating his wounds and Zhang Yi who still looked worried, Ding Ning started to walk towards the high platform.
It wasn't until this time that all the people on the viewing platform who were shocked by his sword fully realized that this boy from the wine shop who had mastered the mystery for half a day and refined Qi for a month had truly become the final winner.
The golden sunlight sprinkled on his back, and his back, walking on the flat avenue covered with countless yellow leaves, looked extremely brilliant at this moment.
However, for some reason, looking at the broken sword on his waist and his overly calm figure at this time, Xie Rou's eyes couldn't help but moisten.
Inexplicably, she felt that every step his thin body took seemed extremely difficult.
Xie Changsheng next to her didn't have so many emotions.
Thinking that the "brother-in-law" whom he had yelled so many times was so upbeat and unbelievable, his face was also filled with brilliant brilliance.
He turned around and bowed to Gu Xichun, who had an unknown expression on his face, and couldn't hide his complacency: "In the end, I still have to thank you."
"I hope you will talk more about what he can't do when you are at the Minshan Sword Club."
Then, he said this to Gu Xichun who turned into a statue in the sunlight.
Li Daoji's face didn't change, but he was extremely satisfied in his heart.
Volume Two: Struggle for Life