Chapter 286 Ten Thousand Sword Spirits, Only Take Domineering

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Yicheng sword swept through thousands of armies, and the air was torn apart under one slash!

Rao is Ding Yinglong's horizontal sword condensed sword spirit, and he was still slashed by the sword spirit with a bang, and crashed into the mountain ridge and fell down the collapsed mountain.

Tan Weiran floated on the opposite side of the river, standing on the note and undulating with the wind, and the mountains on the opposite side were never silent, as if Ding Yinglong was buried in those mountains.

It seemed that it was really buried, and for a while, it was quiet, and only Tan Weiran was left standing alone on the mountain on this side of the river.

With his ears slightly pricked up, Tan Weiran listened to every small voice, curled the corners of his mouth, and glowed with a sneer: "The ability to pretend to be garlic is not small, you want to test me?"

With a flick of his fingers, the sword trembled and unsheathed.

A beautiful wisp of purple, wrapped in a mystical aura, was released in the air, as if to render the heavens and the earth into another color.

At this moment, the collapsing mountain burst out with a bang, and Ding Yinglong's figure flew into the sky with countless gravel dust, and the sword spirit was swept in an instant, and the light in the sky turned into ripples.

Ding Yinglong flew in the sky, a knife condensed and slashed, the sound shook for ten miles, and the aura frenzy suddenly emerged: "Hahaha, talk about it, it's not so easy to kill me, take me first with a move thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

The sword spirit turned into a wave of ripples, it seemed that the clouds were light and the wind was light, but Tan Weiran was condensed, and his true qi encouraged the green shirt to make a crackling sound, stretched his five fingers and pressed the hilt of the sword, and his eyebrows were wrinkled together!

It's actually a two-percent sword!

More than two months ago, Ding Yinglong had only used one percent of his sword spirit, and this time it was two percent. Could it be that it has broken through in the last two months?

Tan Weiran slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and drew his sword at an unbelievably fast speed. The ripples brought by the two percent of the knife are another way of presenting the knife of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, crushed in an earth-shaking way.

A sword was drawn, and the moment the sword spirit was condensed and swayed, Tan Weiran had clearly felt a very strong pressure, and was secretly moved: "The Bright Dao is worthy of being a top-level avenue gate, and the subtlety of its martial arts inheritance is really powerful. ”

"Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword!"

Lei Yin was shocked, Tan Weiran slowly took half a step back, and simply raised his hand, which was a simple but domineering sword slash out.

The same swordsmanship must be different if different people practice it. I don't know, and I never thought about how others practiced and what they practiced, but he knew that this was his!

This is my Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword, my sword spirit!

Ten thousand ways of sword spirits, I only take the domineering, take the way of thunder and lightning destruction!

No matter how powerful and gorgeous the opponent's spirit is. My sword back and forth is the simplest and most simple sword, and it will be destroyed with one sword!

"Extinguish!"

As soon as he spoke, the dark clouds rolled across the sky, and hundreds of millions of thunderbolts were intertwined, forming a thunder grid that was heartbreaking. In an instant, all the thunder and lightning gathered like a tide and turned into a terrifying sword qi.

Ding Yinglong was solemn, no one understood better than him that the knife he could use today was already a matter of discussion. Watching the fierce battle with Liang Zeng and others, watching their sword spirit, and gradually understanding, they practiced two sword spirits!

At this time, his sword move can be called the limit of what he can use. He had always believed that he was a genius and would definitely achieve something, but he knew that this was indeed his strongest sword in a short period of time.

This knife has poured all of its might, and has poured the weight of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains into it. With one slash, the world has been turned upside down.

However, at this moment, a brilliant purple color that is difficult to describe instantly robbed all light, showing off an outrageous simplicity, directness, and brutality...... and the absolute power of domineering!

Even Ding Yinglong couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart, this is really a sword worth boasting about, fifty percent sword spirit.

It's a simple sword, but it has an extreme purity.

A knife, instantly broken!

The aftermath of the vigorous sword swept over the mountain, and immediately a sensational sound erupted, collapsing and falling apart as if it had been impacted.

And Ding Yinglong's eyes widened, and he dared to meet the roaring sword spirit! He turned countless thoughts, and at this moment, the only thought left in Sihai was: defeated, but he couldn't lose.

Defeat is not the same as losing.

He was defeated personally, and as a monk, he admitted that he had failed. But this is not a competition, but a life-and-death struggle, he can lose, but he can't lose, losing, it means death, it means losing everything.

Lose...... He is having all the vanity of genius, the love of elders, the status of the same family. Losing the bright future he could have had, the path of immortal martial arts that he could have stood tall.

Fifty percent of the sword spirit has come!

Ding Yinglong's body couldn't help himself, as if he had been struck by lightning. No, it wasn't a hit, it was crushed with a huge amount of force, and the robes on his body suddenly lit up, glowing with a dizzying light.

A mouthful of blood sprayed wildly all over the sky, and Ding Yinglong was already like a stone that had been struck out, roaring and hitting the mountain hundreds of feet away, shaking the rumbling mountain soil and collapsing him, burying him in it.

Fifty percent of the sword spirit, Tan Weiran can only use it once if he tries his best.

Without thinking about it, a drop of essence blood in the Golden Mansion has been catalyzed, and it quickly turned into a full amount of true qi, and it was filled with dantian at once, and this thought was extremely unswerving, without the slightest wavering: "Even if it is a waste of essence and blood, you must get the Silence Chapter." ”

At the end of the day, it's all worth it.

Stepping on the waves, Tan Weiran stepped on the waves on the river, rolled up his sleeves, and the whole person seemed to be carried away by the current. Condensing true qi, back and forth is a sword, a simple and incomparably simple sword!

A purple sword qi had already erupted in an instant, sweeping the mountain peaks with the attitude of sweeping thousands of troops.

Bang!

Where the mountain peak was buried in the soil, Ding Yinglong had already turned into a ray of light and rushed out with a low roar, bringing out the dirt in the sky.

He took a step back and landed on a slippery stone at the top of the waterfall.

Ding Yinglong opened his mouth and vomited hot blood, and he had already recovered a more natural expression. Tan Weiran couldn't help frowning when he saw it, this was clearly the appearance of the injury was not serious. Could it be that this Ding Yinglong has trained his golden body in just two months?

Of course it couldn't be, with the previous situation, if you want to basically parry the previous move and fifty percent of the sword spirit, you need a seventh-order golden body. If it is a law exercise like the tenfold golden body, the sixth order can also withstand a single move and not die.

After a careful glance, Tan Weiran frowned and patted: "It's actually ...... Seventh-Order Vestment!"

"Hehe, hehe, that's right, it's the seventh-order magic robe. Ding Yinglong coughed and laughed, laughing extremely miserably, and pulled the dull robe: "In order to deal with you, I specially asked the elders to borrow it temporarily, but I didn't think of it...... With the seventh-order magic robe, he can only defend to this step. ”

Ding Yinglong shook his head and said in a low voice: "Fortunately, it's only fifty percent of the sword spirit, if it's sixty percent or seventy percent, I'm just afraid of it...... It's a powerful sword, it's a simple sword, and at the same time, it's a pure sword......"

"It is said that the sword is like its person, and I used to hear this in my ears, and I felt that I understood. Now I understand what a sword is like a person. ”

Ding Yinglong muttered to himself, and Tan Weiran flicked his fingers, resisting the urge to shoot with all his might.

Once fifty percent of the sword spirit is shot, it must be effective, otherwise it will be unlucky. And just like Ding Yinglong's remembers the fifty percent sword spirit of Tan Weiran, and talks about Weiran, he remembers Ding Yinglong's secret technique "Doppelganger Golden Bridge" and the supernatural power "Immovable as a Mountain".

Fifty percent of the sword spirit failed to make a contribution, and Tan Weiran was slightly disappointed. However, he has not spent these days in vain, and Ding Yinglong is certainly not idle, and must be prepared for this battle.

From the discovery of each other and the first time they fought each other, it has been more than two months now, which is a period of time that is not long or short. Just like Tan Weiran has deduced this decisive battle countless times in his thoughts, Ding Yinglong may not have done this, but he must have other preparations.

Tan Weiran sighed lightly in his belly, but it's a pity.

If you can't get a quick solution in the first place, it's hard to get it. Of the two opponents who are closer in strength, a quick break is always a dangerous double-edged sword, giving your opponent an equal chance while giving you a quick chance.

Tan Weiran has self-confidence, no matter whether this decisive battle smells of gambling or not, he comes with confidence.

Tan Weiran is determined and prepared, he knows better than Ding Yinglong what he wants and what he wants. What will be paid and what may be lost if you want to get this. These are part of his self-confidence, and the other part is from strength.

Ding Yinglong suddenly asked, "What is the name of your swordsmanship?"

"Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword. The tip of the sword was pointed on the stone, and Tan Weiran pressed the hilt of the sword, with a majestic momentum.

"Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship. On Ding Yinglong's face, a complicated look appeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Your swordsmanship is pure to the extreme. It's a pity that sometimes the heavens can't accommodate two people, and the law exercises can't accommodate the second person. ”

Tan Weiran nodded slightly: "There will always be some people and things that are unique and destined not to be shared with others, even if it costs a lot." ”

Just like Pei Donglai and Emperor Qing, for some reason, these two amazing geniuses have always been like yin and yang, and they can't get along with each other, like natural enemies, they always have to distinguish between life and death.

Ding Yinglong's expression changed, and after a long time, he sighed: "If it weren't for the law exercises, I would be happy to make friends with you." Unfortunately, if I had a choice, I wouldn't be willing to kill you with my own hands. ”

Tan Weiran stared at Ding Yinglong, who was a hundred feet away, pressed the sword slowly, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a wisp of infectious confidence: "I have a sword in my hand, how many dangers there are, I will kill them with a sword!"

It was as if the whole air was filled with his confidence.

Ding Yinglong's expression gradually became colder, and he suddenly laughed, gradually turning into a big smile: "There is a unique instrument, there are not many trustworthy ones, and the only advantage is that its small enchantment can suppress the aura." ”

Ding Yinglong smiled brightly, full of the same confidence as before talking about Weiran, it was absolute confidence: "Once the enchantment is released, it can block the external aura. ”

Talk about Weiran's heart is shocked!

Oh no, forbidden magic weapons!(To be continued.)

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