The sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand is not simply just a sword,

That sword is unremarkable, that sword is ordinary, and that sword is unpretentious.

But that sword reminded Xue Yiren of many past events, and that sword evoked memories deep in his heart.

The style of that sword reminded him of the gorgeous past.

A sword can be ruthless, a sword is like ice,

A sword is like a bloody sunset, and time seems to stand still in that sword.

Xue Yiren's face showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, it was a smile that he was relieved of, and it was a smile that he had an epiphany and no regrets.

He watched as the sword came through the void,

He didn't dodge, he was like a warrior who calmly went to death, without fear or regret.

With a "click", a sword pierced through Xue Yiren's eyebrows like a stroke of genius.

A hideous blood hole appeared in the center of Xue Yiren's eyebrows.

He stood motionless in the void, a relieved smile on his face.

It feels like I have returned to the boyhood when I was walking the world with fresh clothes, angry horses, and swords.

At last

Xue Yiren's body exploded like glass.

I saw the light splashing up in all directions, filling the entire void.

The primordial spirit of Xue Yiren also turned into starlight and scattered everywhere at that moment.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't move, he still maintained his original movements, and the long sword stabbed into the void.

In the void, there seemed to be ripples of water ripples opening up, and I saw that the glass-like light gathered together again.

The glass light that gathered together recombined, and finally a figure appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's sight.

But Ding Xiaoyi sighed in his heart, but he didn't expect that his sword would actually help Xue Yiren break through.

Xue Yiren incarnated into thousands of people, only to see the immortal aura permeating up, like a bright mist.

The glazed light converged bit by bit, and a glass-like body appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's sight.

"It's a good feeling",

Xue Yiren, who had recondensed, couldn't help but say happily.

He looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a relieved smile on his face.

Ding Xiaoyi's sword seemed to break the shackles of Xue Yiren, making his cultivation improve again.

This is a closed and independent space, there is no heavenly way,

Xue Yiren looked at his glass-like hands, the long sword in his hand had already turned into a transparent crystal sword.

Ding Xiaoyi's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't expect such a result.

With that sword, he was confident that he could kill Xue Yiren.

In fact, he did kill Xue Yiren, but he ignored Xue Yiren's talent.

Ding Xiaoyi is extremely confident in his kendo talent,

But he didn't expect Xue Yiren's talent to be so demonic.

"Crazy Xue, I can't imagine that your cultivation has actually reached a higher level." The old figure of the corpse king appeared beside Xue Yiren, and his eyes flickered. "Yes, I didn't expect this sword to break through my shackles for many years, is this what is the place of death and rebirth?"

The immortal power around Xue Yiren's body lingered, and he seemed to have integrated himself into this endless void.

"Boy, thank you very much, if it weren't for your sword, I might have been trapped in this self-containment for the rest of my life. And this sword of yours has opened my eyes, and it turns out that the way of the sword is like this."

Xue Yiren looked at Ding Xiaoyi, but there was a warm smile on his face.

Seeing Xue Yiren's smile like a warm sun, Ding Xiaoyi was inexplicably tightened in his heart.

Xue Yiren broke the shackles and reached a new realm, while

His sword could no longer do any damage to him.

Ding Xiaoyi had a bitter feeling that he couldn't smile, but his sword helped him break the shackles and break through to a new realm.

And this realm is not judged by the ordinary cultivation realm, Xue Yiren may have reached the level of the sword, and the first entry of the sword path can condense the sword seed.

Xue Yiren's sword intent had only reached the realm of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, but his own sword had broken through to the level of the Sword Dao.

"Even though you helped me break through, you still can't get out. Do you dare to take my sword?"

Xue Yiren looked at Ding Xiaoyi, but the warm smile became more and more intense.

Ding Xiaoyi knew that Xue Yiren's warm smile was just confidence in his kendo.

What is Kendo?

Ding Xiaoyi also asked the master many times, but the master said that he needed to comprehend it himself.

Everyone's kendo is different, some people take ruthless kendo, some people take ruthless kendo, and kendo is also a type of way.

"Why don't you dare", Ding Xiaoyi replied domineeringly.

He looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms,

But he sighed in his heart, and it looked like he was about to break his promise again.

He wanted to take Xue Ningshang back to the Sword Pavilion and return to the imperial capital, and his sword killed Xue Yiren once, but unexpectedly made Xue Yiren break through.

"Corpse King, look at it, I only need to use one sword, and that kid will be handed over to you." Xue Yiren seemed to be very confident in his sword, and he commanded the corpse king on the side.

The corpse king nodded slightly, refining Ding Xiaoyi into a corpse leader, this is their final task.

"This sword is called Instant Fanghua, because I had an epiphany in an instant. And I want to leave that moment of splendor forever, as if it was to remember you."

Xue Yiren said to Ding Xiaoyi in a deep voice.

As soon as Xue Yiren's words fell, his temperament suddenly changed, and he became like that ethereal sword immortal.

He is sacrosanct, and his dignity is not to be blasphemed.

He is the sword fairy who looks down on the ants in the world.

His gaze also became indifferent, that is, indifference to the living beings and the world.

then

The transparent long sword in Xue Yiren's hand slashed towards the void, and the weak eyes of the void could see that a crack had been cut.

The rift is getting bigger and bigger.

And the long sword in Xue Yiren's hand slashed directly at Ding Xiaoyi, and the sword was like a bright firework, dazzling but fleeting.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes shrank slightly, he naturally knew the power of this sword.

The power of this sword was beyond his knowledge, but the brilliance of this sword was eternally imprinted in his mind.

Momentary, short and brilliant,

It is precisely because of that short time that it is unforgettable.

Watching the sword slowly cut down, Ding Xiaoyi didn't know how to resist this sword, because this sword didn't have any flaws.

The splendor of the world is everywhere,

In his eyes, it was like a drop of blood from the sun, brilliant and deadly.

The hand holding the sword shook slightly, and Ding Xiaoyi knew that he would not be able to catch the sword no matter what.

The power of this sword is too strong,

If it weren't for this Coffin Mountain World, he believed that the power of this sword would have split the Cangxuan Realm in half.

After Xue Yiren slashed out the sword,

His face was not sad or happy, like a spectator, he watched his sword fall towards Ding Xiaoyi.

This sword has no power of law,

There is no sword qi in the sky, let alone a monstrous sword intent.

This sword gives people the illusion of dazzling and gorgeous.

In an instant, the fleeting brilliance is the deadliest.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't know how to resist this sword,

He had thought of countless countermeasures in his mind, but each one of them was rejected by him.

Ding Xiaoyi was not the kind of person who waited to be killed, he knew that there was only one way to resist Xue Yiren's sword.

That's the paper sword in his bag.

He had already used this paper sword once, and Bai Yi had told him that the paper sword could only be used three times, and after three times, the paper sword would be scrapped.

But now he has no way out.

He didn't want to be refined into a corpse by the corpse king, he wanted to take Xue Ningsheng back to the Sword Pavilion, and he also had to escort Princess Dayong back to the imperial capital.

He can't break his promise, he has to go back to the imperial capital to find his life experience, which is his identity in this life.

"Woo ......",

Just when the "Instant Fanghua" was about to reach Ding Xiaoyi's head, a high-pitched sword chant sounded.

And that high-pitched sword roar was the dazzling sword light that became trembling, and a white sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand rushed to the sky.

Seeing the white sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand rushing to the sky, Xue Yiren's face became extremely ugly, as if he had seen the light of death.

The Corpse King's face also became terrified, and the white sword light made him feel palpitations.

A dense layer of fine sweat oozed from the back of his back, and he found that his back spine was wet.

"Xue Yiren, this sword is for Xue Ningsheng, and it is also for me, let's die",

Ding Xiaoyi finally sacrificed the paper sword.

Without him urging the paper sword, the paper sword burst into a white sword light and soared into the sky.