Blood droplets splashed in the dust at Mo Ying's feet, blooming like plum blossoms in early spring.

Mo Ying lowered his head and watched the blood and dust under his feet blend together, and was silent with a gun in one hand.

The wound on the center of the eyebrow was not enough to affect his next battle, but it was enough to affect his state of mind.

The more than ten cultivators who blocked in front of Eldest Sun Qianxue were the highest cultivation in this military camp besides him, even in the face of an opponent like Eldest Sun Qianxue, they could be fearless and maintain absolute calm, but at this time, seeing the appearance of this wound in the center of his eyebrows, these more than ten cultivators were shocked and couldn't help themselves, and some of their lips were constantly trembling.

Just sword pose.

In the realm where Zhenyuan Xiuwei and Mo Ying were very different, the other party just used the sword style to cut such a wound in Mo Ying's eyebrows.

The sword intent is too perfect.

Although the sword style is exquisite and mysterious, but for the performance and interpretation of this sword style, this young cultivator in Xuan shirt has reached the extreme that they can't imagine, which is enough for them to worship as sword masters.

Many of the old records of Changling had been burned after Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, but at this time, they couldn't help but think of the sword competition between Wang Jingmeng and a Zhao Jianshi in Zhao Dipinghu in the record.

The emperor of the sword, so that all swords in the world can only worship.

Now the Nine Dead Silkworms have officially appeared in the sun, and it has also made the "person" who has died real again.

For the first time, the countless invisible silkworms in Ding Ning's body were truly released, and the indescribable joy and restlessness and the small voices continued to reach Mo Ying's ears clearly. The short sword that bloomed with bright colors rotated around Ding Ning's body in circles at this time, bringing out dazzling light marks in the air, showing presumptuousness and arrogance.

Feeling Ding Ning's calm breath, Mo Ying said slowly: "You want to be powerful." ”

His voice rang out through the barracks, and everyone immediately understood what he meant.

A few years ago, Changling had already spread the news of the birth of the Nine Dead Silkworms, the Nine Dead Silkworms only Wang Jingmeng knew, it was a unique thing, and the birth of the Nine Dead Silkworms naturally represented his heirs.

Over the years, the Nine Dead Silkworms have been hidden in the shadows, wandering in legends and reality, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false, but since it is going to appear, whether it is an invincible technique like the Nine Dead Silkworms, or the heir of the once invincible legend of the Bashan Sword Field, the way and timing of the appearance will definitely not be mediocre.

Crossing the border and defeating an opponent like Mo Ying is the best appearance.

At that time, many people stood on the opposite side of the Bashan Sword Field, just because that person was dead, and they thought that there was no successor to that person.

When it is certain that that person has left a successor and is as strong as the man he once was, many people may change their ways.

"Defeat me, announce the official return of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and start to take back the things of the Bashan Sword Field... Let the world know that this is the far-reaching significance of this war. Mo Ying slowly raised her head, looked at Ding Ning, who did not respond, and shook her head, "But if you want to be able to defeat me first, I don't believe that the move can surpass the cultivation itself." ”

When he said this, the tip of his spear lifted off the ground and flew into the air.

His body also seemed to be pried up by this magic dragon spear, and flew towards Ding Ning with this spear.

There wasn't much True Yuan released, and the surrounding sky rumbled, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that moved like a mountain all rolled into his body and the spear in his hand.

He merged with the entire spear momentum, and rushed towards Ding Ning in an extremely domineering and simple manner.

There are no moves.

Just collide and run over.

When everything is extremely simple, the more difficult it is to break the law.

Looking at his move, Ding Ning naturally knew the danger, but there was not even the slightest ripple in his eyes, and he even had a premonition that Mo Ying would make such a move.

Because he was not exactly the identity that Mo Ying and those people in the barracks expected at this time.

He had experience that Mo Ying and these people had not imagined, and he had faced many completely similar scenes.

So he was already ready to deal with it.

Sneer...

In the air around his body, among the thick and dazzling light marks brought out by the flying sword, sword light burst out at the same time in an instant.

The sword lights, which were as thin as pieces of paper, were tightly attached and rotated rapidly, as if there were thousands of small swords rotating at the same time.

The sword light surrounded his body, completely enveloping his figure inside.

The sword light that rotated in one direction as a whole looked like a very large spinning top and a stone mill at this moment.

The tip of the black, red-spewing spear slammed into the swirling sword light.

The sword light wrapped around Ding Ning's body, and he kept retreating backwards, but the tip of the spear couldn't enter!

The sword light continued to grind the tip of the spear, and the red flame and black smoke scattered from the tip of the spear, and countless Venus stars burst out of it!

"Grinding Stone Sword Technique!"

Among the more than ten cultivators who formed a formation and were already in a state of turmoil, some of them finally couldn't control their emotions and screamed in surprise.

Mo Ying's lips were pursed like threads, and the Demon Dragon Spear in his hand began to vibrate, but this time it was not just because his mood was agitated again, but also from the real power friction.

The grinding stone sword technique is the same as the Nine Dead Silkworms, and it is also the symbol of Wang Jingmeng.

The grinding stone sword technique is known as the best sword scripture in the world, and it is also the sword scripture that can sharpen the dead.

In the entire Bashan Sword Field, he was the only one who mastered this sword scripture, because this sword scripture was related to the subtle control of the flow of countless sword lights, just like carving countless runes in an instant.

Now, the grinding stone sword technique has reappeared, and his simplest magic dragon spear cannot enter with a single blow.

This sword was not only a broken move, but also broke his confidence.

In the sword light and flying fire, a mouthful of reverse blood poured into Ding Ning's throat, but Ding Ning swallowed this mouthful of reverse blood extremely ruthlessly, and at the same time, the five fingers of his left hand moved again, as if pulling several invisible strings.

Several silky sword lights appeared behind Mo Ying, striking several points on his back.

Mo Ying Huoran woke up, with a strange scream, the guns were still holding each other, but his whole person had already flown up into the air.

There were a few pops, and several streaks of blood poured out of his feet, and a few more wounds.

Ding Ning looked up.

His calm eyes bloomed with extreme anger at this moment.

The flying sword spinning outside him accelerated like an explosion, no longer like a flying sword, but like a giant stick flying sideways in the air, chasing towards Mo Ying, who had turned into a black spot in the air above.

This sword is for "Heavenly Wrath".

His sword is also a path of pure strength.

The true essence in his body gushed out, pulling the heaven and earth vitality surging in the sky in all directions, and the countless silkworms in his body also surged wildly, spitting out the power contained in it.

Streams of nine dead silkworms erupted into the air, looking like silk stretching out into the sky.

"How is that possible!"

The cultivators in the barracks looked up at the sky, their mouths open but unable to breathe, like fish about to die.

They couldn't understand why Ding Ning would adopt such a sword style.

Even there are countless ways to pursue, but Ding Ning's sword is pure and fierce strength.

No matter how strong the power of the Six Realms is, what advantage can you take advantage of the power of the Seven Realms?

The corners of Mo Ying's mouth twitched slightly.

The sword wire severed several tendons from his feet, and the intense pain made him even feel a little dizzy in his mind.

Sensing the sword chasing below, Mo Ying turned this pain that he hadn't experienced for a long time into an angry shout.

With thunderous shouts, he held his gun in both hands and smashed it down.

The pitch-black gunfire bent, then straightened, and with a roar, the huge force hit the flying sword coming from under his feet.