At this time, the sword qi was monstrous, and the sword intent roared,

The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand let out a sword groan,

His eyes were solemn and solemn, and the qi that surged around him turned into a gust of wind and waves.

"Woo ......",

The sword roar resounded through the night sky, and he became one with the sword.

A supreme breath of destruction arose.

The power of destruction is as if it can suppress all gods, and the power of destruction has the power to kill immortals and destroy gods.

Ding Xiaoyi shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand stirred up a faint sword light.

The ghostly sword struck towards the silver blade that shrouded in the head.

"Hiss......",

When the ghostly sword light collided with the silver blade light,

The space inexplicably made a dull sound like a trembling, and I saw the large net formed by the silver blade light shattering inch by inch in the gloomy sword light.

The ghostly light of the long sword pierced the night sky, and it seemed that only the ghostly sword light was left between heaven and earth.

And Ding Xiaoyi is the super god who dominates the heavens and the earth, he is slender and majestic, and the long sword in his hand stabs straight into the night sky.

"Woo ......",

A high-pitched loud bang exploded over the night dome,

Ding Xiaoyi's figure turned into a huge long sword, and the long sword stabbed fiercely towards the silver blade light.

When the thin old man saw this, his face couldn't help but turn white.

The spell in his mouth quickened, and the movements of his hands were as fast as the wind.

The silver blade light above the night dome condensed and whistled fiercely towards the ghostly sword light.

"Hiss......",

A sound like tearing the night dome sounded, and I saw the sword light tear open the silver blade light net.

Ding Xiaoyi's body rushed out from the silver blade light,

His body is like a sword, and his body is surrounded by the power of destroying the world,

As soon as his figure turned, the glow of the long sword became even more vigorous.

"Whoa",

I saw that the light of the silver blade spread out like a pattern of water,

The sword burst through the light, and the powerful destructive force strangled the light of the silver blade.

And the silver blade light also disintegrated, turning into a sky of starlight and spilling around.

A pair of cold eyes revealed a strong killing intent,

Ding Xiaoyi shuttled out of the silver blade light with a sword.

His form froze in mid-air, and his gaze fell on the wizened old man.

"Not good",

The wizened old man's heart sank,

He felt as if he was locked by a supreme sword intent, and he didn't want to leave.

His choice was wise, but where would Ding Xiaoyi do what he wanted.

I saw Ding Xiaoyi and his sword turned into a ghostly light, shooting towards the thin old man.

"Woo ......",

Everywhere the sword passed, it was nothing,

The space cracked in front of the long sword, and Ding Xiaoyi had already transcended the limitations of space and time at this time. The left protector who was thin and shaped like a bamboo pole saw that the sword light was constantly expanding in his eyes.

He wanted to escape, but found that he had been imprisoned by a mysterious sword aura.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast,

Ding Xiaoyi even turned into a ghostly light with a sword, shuttling through the figure of the thin old man.

I saw a flash of sword light, and the thin left protector felt like a warm breeze blowing by.

Followed by

Zuo Protector felt a sharp pain in his throat.

His eyes widened and his lips squirmed several times, but he couldn't say a word.

"Gollum ......",

There was a strange sound in the throat of the left protector,

A rush of blood splattered straight up, and he seemed to see the full moon shaped like a silver plate dyed red by the soaring blood.

"Bang",

The sword qi filled with endless destructive power directly exploded the head of the thin old man shaped like a bamboo pole.

Even his primordial spirit didn't escape, so the sword qi was directly extinguished.

Ding Xiaoyi's figure staggered out,

He held the long sword and felt a sense of collapse around him,

This was a forbidden technique that he used with all his might, and this forbidden technique drained half of his cultivation.

He looked at the headless corpse, but his eyes were as cold as frost.

Could this be the real strength of the overhaul ten thousand years ago, he felt an invisible pressure enveloping him.

It only took three years for this emaciated old man to recover his cultivation.

At the time of the Qingyang Sect,

All he encountered were some super-grade overhauls that had just been taken away, and they had not yet adapted to the bodies of those who had been taken away.

When they have adapted to the body of the dispossessed,

The cultivation and combat effectiveness they exerted should not be underestimated, which made Ding Xiaoyi feel some pressure.

If this is the real strength of the Xiazhou Martial Alliance's snatchers,

Then the other snatchers will also be so difficult, which makes him see the true master style of that brilliant era 10,000 years ago.

What kind of brilliant era was that brilliant era 10,000 years ago?

He longed for it if he was in that bright era.

So with his strength and cultivation, how high can he stand.

Ding Xiaoyi shook his head,

He let go of the distractions in his mind and looked around.

I found that the masters who were hiding in the shadows around me had disappeared.

And the moonlight poured down like a ghost, and the street was silent.

A sword shattered the blade of silver,

The two goose-egg-sized iron balls in the hands of the thin old man also turned into a pile of powder, and Ding Xiaoyi said in his heart that it was a pity.

He wrapped the blood-stained sword again, and saddled it on his back.

The long street is deserted and secluded, and the moon is shining like silver,

Only the sound footsteps echoed in the vast night.

Back at the inn,

Ding Xiaoyi soon fell asleep, he was too tired. Following

Ding Xiaoyi got up early, as if there was a regular alarm clock in his body, and he got up early.

And Princess Dayong is going to visit King Xia,

In the nineteen states of Dayong, each state city has a prince who is in Tibet.

In Xiazhou, there is also a prince who is called the King of Xia.

King Xia is a kind old man,

He does not have the graceful and luxurious temperament of royal blood, but he has a market atmosphere on his body.

He doesn't have that kind of lofty shelf, and he doesn't have the air of domineering.

Ding Xiaoyi took Princess Dayong and the little maid to the Xia Palace,

However, the Xia Wang's Mansion is very large, there are dozens of courtyards in it, and each courtyard has a peerless beauty.

In the words of King Xia, he enjoyed endless glory and wealth in this life, and his only hobbies were fishing and beauty.

King Xia is the uncle of Emperor Yong, but his age has always been a mystery.

He seems to have reached the age of antiquity,

But his face was flushed, and there was not even a wrinkle on his forehead.

His posture is a little bloated, maybe this is what ordinary people call a wide heart and a fat body.

And Ding Xiaoyi also learned that King Xia once helped this niece, and this kindness has always been remembered by Princess Dayong Xiahou Xiying.

Seeing this patchwork but different style courtyard, Ding Xiaoyi was also secretly speechless.

This Xia King is really alive and well,

A lot of people are old enough to hide in the golden house, and they are not just a beautiful person.

As soon as he saw Princess Dayong, King Xia's face showed an amiable smile.

And Princess Dayong bowed to each other, and the salute was thoughtful and warm.

"I didn't expect Princess Xiying to grow so big, and this king didn't expect you to come to Xiazhou to see this king."

King Xia hurriedly helped Princess Dayong up, then looked at it a lot, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Grandpa Xia Wang's health has been doing recently?"

Princess Dayong rose up, but her beautiful eyes were shining with light, and her Xia King asked softly.

But King Xia smiled heartily, and his laughter was full of energy, which can be called like a dragon and a tiger.

An old man and a young man sit in the elegant pavilion of the water pavilion,

And Ding Xiaoyi didn't want to disturb the warmth of Dayong and King Xia's family affection, so he stood not far from the Water Pavilion Pavilion.

His sword intent was spreading to the surroundings, but there were masters in the Xia Wang's Mansion.

There is a master hiding in the shadows, and there are several teams of guards shuttling through this huge courtyard.

In more than ten courtyards, there are dozens of guards, and they do not have any neglect in their duties.

The patrolling guards and the hidden masters turned into a big net, shrouding the Xia Wang's Mansion in an impenetrable manner.

In an attic deep in the Xia Palace,

A pair of eyes looked at Ding Xiaoyi, the attic was the tallest building in the Xia Palace, and standing on that pavilion could overlook the entire palace.

And Ding Xiaoyi also felt that his eyes that had not shifted, but his sword intent could not penetrate so far, because it was the deepest pavilion in the Xia Wang's Mansion.

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