A pitch-black vitality bloomed like a real demon dragon, and the intersection of the vitality bursting out from the spear and the flying sword formed a dazzling aura, expanding sharply.

Ding Ning fell down suddenly, with a muffled snort, and as the ground sank downward, a canopy of blood mist splattered from the surface of his body. The bones in his body made a sound that almost cracked, and his entire body nearly disintegrated. However, the countless silkworms that roamed in his body were extremely tenacious and devoured most of the vitality that poured into his body, and even withstood most of the vibrations and impacts, supporting his body.

In the sky above him, under the aura that expanded sharply outward, the brilliant and intense flying sword had just been knocked back a few feet away, but in his muffled snort at this time, it was instantly injected with a new power, and it began to accelerate instead!

The acceleration of this sword smelled of madness, because the acceleration was too violent, and the tail of the sword body began to sway naturally, disturbing the air and making terrible sounds.

Mo Ying's gun momentum was still falling, and the corners of his mouth just flashed with mockery, in his opinion, the hard fight of this gun naturally ended in Ding Ning's heavy blow.

However, when the movement of this sword at the moment clearly appeared in his perception, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

This sword, Ding Ning is faster than him!

The true yuan in his body was still shaking at this time, and the spear momentum was still continuing, but Ding Ning's second sword had arrived, so fast that he didn't even have time to think clearly about how to deal with it, and he didn't have time to be angry and surprised.

He had no choice but to collect his gun.

Only by collecting the gun can Ding Ning's sword be blocked.

The Demon Dragon Spear suddenly disintegrated, turned into a thick mass of black vitality, forcibly retracted the castration, and then turned into a solid form again, striking forward!

A snort rang out in the air.

Ding Ning's flying sword didn't really fly towards him, but just stabbed into the air above him, bringing out a straight sword path, faster than the sound, this snort, it was after the speed of the flying sword began to exhaust, it sounded in the air and passed down.

Mo Ying shot the air, but his body seemed to have been hollowed out, and he bent forward, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Ding Ning's sword was just a false move, forcing him to forcibly put away the gun, and the powerful power was recovered, and it collided with the power gushing out of his body, just like two cultivators who were equal to him, fighting hard in his body.

The sound of a sonic boom rang out in the air, accompanied by a shockwave visible to the naked eye like a giant dandelion.

Mo Ying's body fell down, and she coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

The more than ten cultivators in the barracks who formed a formation had even stopped breathing at this time, and they knew that Ding Ning had already suffered a lot of injuries from that strong fight, but it was obvious that Mo Ying's injuries were even more serious, so that he couldn't even launch a rush attack at this time with Ding Ning's flying sword still in the air!

It's an injury for an injury.

It's just that it's still Ding Ningsheng.

......

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

Even though there are many similar experiences, fighting across borders is always like walking on a cliff, with many unpredictable dangers.

It was only at this point that the battle really entered his time.

With this breath of air, his eyes instantly turned crimson.

Those reverse blood and some disorderly wandering qi and blood in his body were pulled by his many true yuan silks, and they burned in an instant!

Rumble!

His body sank down like a heavy hammer, and the power of some of the Nine Dead Silkworms in the depths of his body was also forced out, merging with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi triggered by the burning of qi and blood.

The dark clothes on his body instantly turned pale, as if there was a pale wave turbulent outside of him.

A grand sword intent appeared above the sky.

The Warm Spring Sword, which was already extremely bright, instantly turned into a round of scorching sun.

The whole camp was turned snow-white by the bright and blazing light, so white that it was impossible for human eyes to see any light and shadow.

Mo Ying shouted and closed her eyes.

His hand did not tremble, but the tip of the spear moved for an unknown number of times in an instant, and the shadow of the black tip of the spear was like a torrential rain, facing the sun-like sword above him.

This is one of the secret swords of the Bashan Sword Field, "Sunburn".

The sword qi forms many mirrors, attracting the heat of countless real sunlight, and the dazzling light brought by it is only an external expression, and the real terrifying power comes from the terrifying heat contained in the beam of light referred to by the sword intent.

However, when he used this move, the sword in his perception disappeared in an instant.

There was darkness in his perception.

After the extreme light, it is often the deepest darkness caused by the instantaneous contrast.

Ding Ning's mighty sword "Sunburn" turned out to be just a false move.

Mo Ying's heart was beating violently, and with the expansion of the blood, the true death intention that really befell his body for the first time forced out the potential in his body. In this moment of lightning, he finally sensed a faint shadow.

His hands glowed, and an extremely pure True Yuan gushed out from his palm from the depths of the Qi Sea Jade Palace, and he turned the end of the handle of the spear sideways, smashing towards this faint shadow like holding a spoon.

At this moment, he heard a voice that should not have been.

It was the sound of a giant mountain moving in the sky.

This sound is the symbol of the Seven Realms moving mountains, and it is the echo produced by the massive Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi walking and converging in the void, impacting and falling.

However, at this time, except for him and Ding Ning in the military camp, no one from the rest of the cultivators made a move.

This is obviously the amount of vitality that can only be triggered by the Seven Realms, and if it is not triggered by him, then who else is it?

This moment was too fast.

Such a puzzled thought had just crossed his mind, and the end of the hilt of his gun had already struck the faint shadow hidden behind the light.

A faint shadow shattered like a thin cicada's wings.

"Cicada molt!"

The name of the sword move clearly washed away all the thoughts in Mo Ying's mind at this time.

In the next moment, he felt his body sink suddenly, and then subconsciously looked towards the sea of qi.

A canopy of qi was rushing out of his abdomen, cascading on top of each other, shining with a scarlet brilliance.

Then he heard a soft thud in his back.

An icy intent pierced his flesh and flew out of his back.

The dragon spear in his hand suddenly became heavier than a mountain.

With a thud, the spear fell to the ground in front of him, sending up a cloud of smoke.

Mo Ying stood in a trance, and he felt that his body was empty.

It turned out that the sword that followed after the "Sunburn" was not a real killing move, and it was even followed by a move "Cicada Molt"!

But it's obviously not the Seven Realms, why can this last sword carry the power of the Seven Realms?

The Last Sword... When such words appeared clearly in his mind, he began to feel pain, feel cold.

He let out a scream.

The scream sounded so strange that even he didn't think it was coming out of his own hands.

Ding Ning stood with his hands in his hands and stopped.

Because of the rapid blood loss and the loss of the fullness of the true element, Mo Ying's flesh and blood at this time were sunken, and his face not only looked old in an instant, but even his cheeks were sunken, like two shadows.

Ding Ning felt happy.

His gaze fell on the smoky sword that was flying freely backwards.

"The things in the Bashan Sword Field, I took it back. ”

He said slowly.