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Tear Tingzen's face became more and more pale, white like mutton fat white jade without the slightest variegation, and his slender and beautiful brows were furrowed, obviously struggling to support.

This actually left his strength, and he gradually transferred the pressure to the tearful listening to Zen. "Others may not be able to see anything, but Ding Hao's divine sense and seventh sense of the fifth layer realm are so perverted, I am afraid that they do not belong to some Martial King Realm powerhouses, so after listening to it a little, I understand the secret.

Why did he do it?

If you want to see tears and listen to Zen to make a fool of yourself, as long as you don't help at the beginning, why do you go to such great lengths?

Could it be a gang? This is even more impossible, the Yuansheng Sect has strict rules, and it is absolutely impossible to be in the same stream with demons.

In Ding Hao's mind, there were countless big question marks in an instant.

That's when --

"Ding Hao, why don't you make a move?" The voice of the Falling Star Holy Son came out from the battle group, with a malicious and provocative meaning: "Could it be that there is something unsavory between you and these two demons?"

Ding Hao frowned and did not speak.

This piece was taught to him by Ding Hao. Bi Xia's voice also came out of the battle circle.

At this time, there were no people who made a move, only Ding Hao, Jiang Disheng and the three remained.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ding Hao's body.

Jiang Disheng, on behalf of Qingping Academy, and the sects on the surface of the earth, are all in the camp of Qingping Academy, they naturally can't say anything to mock Jiang Disheng, and they have already made a move on behalf of Yuansheng Sect, even if they have been sitting there, no one will say anything.

Among the top young masters, Ding Hao, who represented the Sword Sect, had no intention of making a move from beginning to end, and what Bi Xia said was the truth, it was indeed passed on by Ding Hao, everyone saw this matter, and the attitude of the two demon kings towards Ding Hao was slightly ambiguous, which couldn't help but make people think about it.

"Ding Hao, I heard that you have mastered the supernatural powers, so naturally you don't need the essence blood of the cow, you come to drag this bull demon, we will take care of the side and kill it, which can be regarded as an attack on the human race and clear your suspicion. The voice of the Falling Star Son, the smirk laughed and came out of the battle circle.

Ding Hao was expressionless and did not make any response.

"Ding Hao, you won't be deliberately releasing water, you want to let go of these two big demons, it is rumored that you have been secretly colluding with the demon clan and raising a cat demon pet, it seems to be true, I really don't know how the Sword Sect can accommodate people like you, it is really a dirt and dirt!" The voice of the Falling Star Holy Son, flickering left and right, fluctuating, fanning the flames and mocking Ding Hao.

Boom!

The long sword was sonorous, Ding Hao's eyes burst into a divine light, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Ah, Ding Hao, you ......" There was an exclamation from the Falling Star Holy Son in the battle circle, followed by an angry roar.

In the next moment, Ding Hao's figure returned to the chair, and the tip of the rusty sword, with a drop of red blood, slowly slipped down, and he sneered: "Say it again, next time I pierce your dog's head." ”

There was an angry snort from the Falling Star Holy Son in the battle circle, but he didn't say anything more.

Obviously, he was jealous of Ding Hao.

This sword shows Ding Hao's force field, he is definitely not a person who swallows his voice, he is crazy, it is terrifying.

No one thought that at this time, Ding Hao would really dare to make a move on the Falling Star Saint Son, which was really crazy, but everyone could see that Ding Hao was just teaching the Falling Star Saint Son a lesson, otherwise he would have suddenly attacked just now, and the silent assassination move, the Falling Star Saint Son would not just be cut through the skin.

A sword warned the Falling Star Son who fanned the flames, and Ding Hao finally made a move.

He was deep in his index finger, and the orange flames danced in his fingertips, and he slowly wrote a few lines in the void, one by one.

The body is a linden tree.

The heart is like a mirror.

Wipe diligently.

Don't let it get dusty.

With each stroke, the orange flame will condense in the void, waiting for the last stroke of the word 'Ai' to fall, and there will be twenty flaming Chinese inscriptions in the air, a solemn and solemn, holy and immaculate atmosphere, which permeates in these twenty characters.

Jiang Disheng and Yuansheng Saintess did not participate in the battle, they observed the most carefully, and their faces showed surprise, rumored that Ding Hao in addition to the sword and sword, also had a certain amount of dabbling in the art of inscriptions, but now it seems that it is not just so simple, counting the previous ice crystal wall and the flame inscription in front of him, with the knife as the pen and the finger as the pen, this amazing means can only be displayed by those inscription masters who have cultivated extremely profoundly, right?

"Go!"

Ding Hao drank softly, and with a gentle push of his palm, twenty Chinese characters were inscribed as flying fire meteors, and instantly fell on the side of Tearful Listening to Zen.

The yellow flame and the one produced a strange resonance in an instant, the Sanskrit sound that was originally in absolute disadvantage, like a small flame falling from the oil pot, burned uncontrollably, and the Sanskrit sound was a masterpiece in an instant, and the chanting sound from the mouth was like the Yellow Bell Dalu vibrated like a lot, leisurely, and the breath of compassion and compassion, holiness and solemnity became more and more intense, faintly, as if there was a Buddha singing in the air.

Such a change is obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

It's a miracle.

Tear Tingzen, who had been closing his eyes, trembled slightly, as if he had encountered something incredible, and his pretty face was full of surprise, but in the end he didn't open his eyes, just nodded slightly in the direction of Ding Hao.

On the other side, a trace of gloom flashed on the handsome face shrouded in brilliance.

He stopped his and sat quietly back next to his slightly playful face.

I couldn't help but 'huh', I couldn't help but look at Ding Hao again, although there were no eyeballs in his eyes, but it gave people the feeling of being able to perceive a qiē, a song has surprised this old demon, and now this Chinese character inscription with different water and fire can actually resonate with the Sanskrit chant of the Wunian School of Buddhism, which can only show one thing-

Ding Hao also has a deep understanding of Buddhism's supernatural powers.

In the endless continent, the magic power of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, self-contained, is very different from the martial arts of ordinary sects and families, among which the subtlety is closer to the technique, especially the Buddhist magic skills, behind which there is a broad and profound Buddhist scripture source support, many powerful Buddhist combat skills, all need to have a certain degree of Buddhist classic knowledge and attainments in order to perform, Ding Hao was born in the Sword Sect, is a pure sword cultivation sect, and the inscriptions mastered can actually be compared with Sanskrit. Blending is, in the eyes of many, simply incredible.