"This sword is for Miss Xue, and for myself",

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the pale and colorless face of the beautiful woman in his arms, he took a deep breath, and then muttered to himself.

Xue Ningshang is undoubtedly a respectable woman, and she did not hesitate to peel off the Qinglian that was fused in her body into Ding Xiaoyi's body for the sake of Ding Xiaoyi.

The cold light and shadow are full of frost, and a sword is shocking.

Although Xue Ningsheng's sword intent belonged to the frost type, her heart was full of enthusiasm.

Ding Xiaoyi looked down at Xue Ningsheng's delicate and pale face in his arms, and his expression became extremely warm.

"Miss Xue, I will take you out, go back to the Sword Pavilion and return to the imperial capital." Ding Xiaoyi solemnly made the second promise in his life to the comatose beauty.

He was still young at the time of the first promise, but the first promise became his obsession but also collapsed.

It's just that he didn't expect that the obsession in his heart collapsed, and that belief also collapsed.

He will never let Xue Ningsheng do any harm,

For the sake of Xue Ningsheng, for the sake of that bold and heroic beauty, he must escape from the coffin mountain

Ding Xiaoyi made a move with his right hand, and the long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

At the same time, his left hand is wrapped around the beautiful woman.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi's heart was like water, and there was an expression of neither sadness nor joy on his face.

As soon as he raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Xue Yiren and the Corpse King.

"The style of that sword," Xue Yiren muttered, and he lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Ding Xiaoyi,

At this moment, he found that Ding Xiaoyi's temperament had changed instantly, and it made him feel a little throbbing inexplicably.

The cloth-clothed young man in front of him didn't even have sword intent around him, just like an ordinary mountain village boy.

But Xue Yiren didn't have any contempt, and the more ordinary the temperament Ding Xiaoyi showed, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.

Look at the mountain is a mountain, see the mountain is not a mountain, look at the mountain is still a mountain,

These are three completely different artistic conceptions, and Ding Xiaoyi gives him an illusion of returning to the basics.

"I've always been curious, with your cultivation, it's easy to escape from this coffin mountain. Was that man really that powerful? So jealous of you?"

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes raised, and his clear gaze seemed to want to see through the fear in the hearts of Xue Yiren and the Corpse King.

"You haven't seen him, and maybe you won't have a chance to face him in the future."

The fear in the depths of Xue Yiren's eyes was well hidden, but it was still discovered by Ding Xiaoyi.

What is the origin of the real mastermind behind the legend, which actually made the Corpse King and Xue Yiren so frightened, and he knew that he would definitely face that person in the future.

"This sword is for Xue Ningsheng, which of the two of you dares to take this sword." Ding Xiaoyi raised the long sword in his hand, and he said to Xue Yiren and the Corpse King domineeringly.

Xue Yiren pointed at Ding Xiaoyi with a peerless sword in his hand.

"You and I are both sword cultivators, let me take this sword, I hope you don't disappoint me."

Xue Yiren's eyes were awe-inspiring, and at the same time, the battle intent around him was even more majestic, and he condensed towards Ding Xiaoyi.

"It should be so", Ding Xiaoyi wrapped his left hand around Xue Ningsheng, but he didn't intend to let go.

He looked at Xue Yiren, his eyes as deep as a lake.

Xue Yiren took the lead in swords,

I saw a flash of sword light, the void shook, and the supreme sword intent rose layer upon layer.

He held a long sword like a generation of sword gods.

Xue Yiren's long sword was in his hand, and his temperament changed suddenly.

He pressed his finger on the blade of the sword, and the long sword stirred with a sword groan.

As the sword roared, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

I saw that the sword shadow in the sky imprisoned the space around me, and there was only the whistling sword shadow in my eyes

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Ding Xiaoyi's face did not change at all, he held Xue Ningsheng in his left hand, and stabbed the long sword in his right hand forward.

It's that simple action,

There is no majestic sword intent, nor is there a gorgeous sword qi, just a simple action.

The long sword stabbed towards the shadow of the sword in the sky,

The sword was so unpretentious that there was no earth-shattering loud noise.

It was just a simple sword, but Xue Yiren's pupils shrank slightly.

He felt that the sword was everywhere, and that sword was even more pervasive.

What sword intent, what brilliant sword qi, they all retreated under that sword.

It seems to be a simple sword, but it contains the supreme charm of the Great Dao.

The sword shadow in the sky dissipated under that sword, and Xue Yiren watched all this with stunned eyes.

He had overestimated the power of that sword, but he said that he still underestimated the power of that sword.

The sword shadow in the sky disappeared in an instant, but that sword was unabated, stabbing straight towards Xue Yiren.

Ding Xiaoyi's face was pale, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight towards Xue Yiren.

Seeing this, Xue Yiren was even more frightened, and the sword intent and the fierce sword qi around him turned into a shield to protect the body.

He wanted to use all his cultivation to block Ding Xiaoyi's unpretentious sword.

The long sword stabbed slowly like this, and the speed was not fast.

There was no spatial collapse, and there was no spatial distortion, so he stabbed towards Xue Yiren in an ordinary way.

However, Xue Yiren still underestimated the power of this sword.

I saw that the long sword was like a stroke of genius, directly piercing the sword intent and sword qi shield around him, and then stabbed directly into Xue Yiren's throat with a devastating momentum.

That sword move had already begun to have a prototype in Ding Xiaoyi's mind, and he just stabbed straight away with the sword move in the depths of his memory.

He didn't know that that sword contained a lot of power in the laws of heaven and earth, and that sword seemed to be ordinary, but in fact, that sword was just a symbol of the simplicity of the Great Dao.

"Poof",

Xue Yiren's throat was pierced by that sword, and he saw Xue Yiren explode open like a broken glass bottle.

"Whoa",

Xue Yiren exploded in that instant, turning into countless starlights and scattering them around.

Ding Xiaoyi hugged Xue Ningsheng, and he still had a sad and unhappy expression on his face.

That sword shattered Xue Yiren,

He knew that Xue Yiren would not be killed by him so easily, this was just a clone formed by the condensation of sword qi and sword intent.

The void shook several times, and Xue Yiren staggered out of the void.

His eyes were filled with horror, and his expression was full of disbelief.

He looked at Ding Xiaoyi, and Ding Xiaoyi also looked at him coldly.

"Woo ......",

The killing intent in Xue Yiren's eyes turned into a substantial sword aura.

"Senior Xue, this sword is just a sword intent clone that destroyed you, and then let your blood atone for Miss Xue's sins."

Ding Xiaoyi was still not sad or happy, he raised his head and said indifferently to Xue Yiren.

"Boy, you also think too highly of yourself, although this sword has the charm of simplicity, but this sword alone is still not enough."

Xue Yiren's eyes flashed like a glow, a hideous look appeared on his face, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi faintly.

"Isn't it enough, then this is the real style of that sword",

Ding Xiaoyi's deep eyes condensed a decisive aura, and he pulled the long sword in his hand.

With Ding Xiaoyi's movements, the surrounding void environment suddenly changed.

Xue Yiren only felt the twilight of the hero, and the feeling came spontaneously.

Once upon a time, he was also that high-spirited teenager.

He also had the dream of going to the end of the world with a sword, and the fresh clothes and angry horses were the original dream of every teenager.

At this moment, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of melancholy.

I don't know when my original intention has been eroded by the years.

He has been immersed in the way of the sword for thousands of years,

He thought he had come a long way in the way of the sword, but a blood-colored twilight scene appeared before his eyes.

The sight gave him an endless sense of melancholy and his rant of the injustice of fate.

What was the original intention, he remembered his original intention of learning swords.

But he couldn't remember,

What was his original intention to practice swords, he thought desperately, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"Senior Xue, this sword is called the style of that sword, when you swing a sword to kill someone for the first time, it should be like this."

Ding Xiaoyi's voice lingered in Xue Yiren's ears like a magic barrier.

However, that sword ignored the limitations of space and time, and stabbed at Xue Yiren's eyebrows again.

"Grab" sound,

It was the sound like a bird pecking at a tree that hooked the deeply hidden forgetting in Xue Yiren's heart.

yes, what does it feel like to kill someone for the first time?

Memories poured out like a flood from an open dam.

Xue Yiren's mind came to mind the situation when he killed someone for the first time.

At that time, my hands were still trembling,

The first time I killed someone, I was almost stupid, and a fresh life died under my own sword.

With that sword, he only had cowardice and self-blame.

With that sword, he forgot why he had killed the man,

The style of that sword eternally appeared in Xue Yiren's mind.