Zhang Yi didn't make a move, he just watched the battle between Ding Ning and Su Qin with great worry, but at this time, seeing the true yuan in Su Qin's body pouring out, his face couldn't help but change suddenly.

His feet paused slightly, and he wanted to fly past.

However, at this moment, Mo Chen, who had not moved, also took a deep breath, and poured all the true qi accumulated in his arm into the Xue Pu Sword in his hand.

The air between him and Zhang Yi was clearly filled with transparent textures.

In the next moment, the Xue Pu Sword in his hand seemed to be completely burning, blooming with countless divine radiance.

His figure seemed to be picked up by the power of this Xue Pu sword, flew straight forward, and stabbed at Zhang Yi with a sword.

Zhang Yi has a gentle temperament, and his sword is also as bright as green jade, and it is extremely warm and moist.

It's just that at this moment, he felt the real killing intent in Su Qin's sword, and he didn't return to his usual gentleness.

A low snort erupted from his lips, and countless white sword qi suddenly surged from the jade-like warm sword body.

These sword qi converged on the tip of the sword at an astonishing speed, and in an instant, it seemed to turn into a white mountain.

With all his might, he lifted the hill and smashed it towards the ink dust.

This is the Aries Lifting Mountain Sword.

The Aries Sword Sutra is one of the most difficult to master, and at the same time, one of the most powerful.

There was a bang.

Mo Chen only felt that he had been hit by a real hill, and several traces of pure true yuan, and even with the convercing sword body, it directly invaded his sea of qi.

A stream of blood poured out of his mouth, and he took more than ten steps back in an instant.

Zhang Yi turned around, but there was no joy on her face.

Because at this time, Su Qin had already taken out his sword.

With the constant slight movement of his wrist, the entire purple long sword curled strangely, forming a hollow auger.

This hollow auger, like a scabbard, accurately captured Ding Ning's sword momentum, enveloping Ding Ning's remnant sword and half of his arms.

When Su Qin's sword stabbed out, Li Daoji on the viewing platform subconsciously took a step forward, and his hand also fell on the hilt of the sword on his chest.

A strong chill welled up in the hearts of almost all the students on the viewing platform.

"This bastard!"

Di Qingmei's face also changed drastically, and he was so angry that a green qi in his sleeve almost flew out of the air uncontrollably.

Originally, he didn't have any good intentions towards Ding Ning, but Xue Wangxu's words not only made him gain a lot of insights in his cultivation, but also made him truly reflect on his own way of standing.

His opinion of all the Aries Cave disciples such as Ding Ning and Zhang Yi had fundamentally changed.

At this moment, Su Qin's sword is so ruthless, the curled sword body, every part of the sword blade has powerful lethality, and now his sword momentum envelops half of Ding Ning's arm, it is no longer just as simple as twisting Ding Ning's sword, if this sword is implemented, the meridians and bones of half of Ding Ning's arm will inevitably be shattered.

And this sword was issued by Su Qin when he exhausted all his true yuan, in terms of speed and strength, Ding Ning couldn't compare with it at all, and now the sword momentum was like a cage enclosing Ding Ning's sword and half of his arms in it... This sword, even he couldn't think of how to break it.

"Su Qin is too vicious, where is this same sect trial!"

When Su Qin's sword momentum was first displayed, Xie Changsheng was already extremely angry and scolded.

Xie Rou's body couldn't help but feel cold, she had always been a stronger woman than many men, but at this moment, there was a strong sense of helplessness in her body.

The corners of Gu Xichun's mouth showed a smile of disdain and mockery, and a terrible scene of Ding Ning's arm blurring and bone chips splashing had already appeared in his eyes, but in his opinion, this was Ding Ning's own fault.

Everyone could see Su Qin's intentions, but everyone had no time to stop Su Qin's sword.

The rotating blade enveloped Ding Ning's remnant sword and half of his arm, and began to tighten and curl like a willow leaf that had rapidly lost its moisture.

This kind of curl even makes all parts of the sword body have different rhythms, just like many swords use different speeds to attack Ding Ning's arm with their blades and blades.

There was not much room for maneuver in the extremely small space, and in such a space, Ding Ning's arms could not swing, and it was impossible to perform any delicate sword postures.

Even the strength of the peak of the Qi Refining Realm was not enough to compete with the power of the Su Qin True Yuan Realm at this moment.

It seems that no one can change the ending of Ding Ning's sword fall.

However, in the cold air at this time, something unusual seemed to be happening.

Su Qin looked at Ding Ning coldly, and a strong uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

Because Ding Ning's expression at the moment is still very calm, and even looks a little calm.

His grip on the hilt of the sword grew tighter and tighter, and his knuckles grew whiter and whiter with the force.

......

Ding Ning was more calm than Su Qin imagined.

Because in the eyes of everyone, this unbreakable and dangerous sword is nothing to him.

Compared with those real exquisite sword moves in the world, Su Qin's sword at the moment was just a child's thing.

Of course, with his true cultivation and realm at the moment, there was only one way to deal with Su Qin's sword.

However, there is only one way to do it.

At this moment when Su Qin's sword body was rapidly tightened like a dehydrated willow leaf, the true qi in his body poured into many runes that were not usually seen in the last flower remnant sword in his hand, and at the same time poured into those incomparably small, straight like the crack of the hilt of the sword.

The dark green remnant sword in his hand flew out of the air in front of him with a poignant aura of no return, and then disappeared.

Then the dark green blade of the sword really cracked and spread out.

The dark green sword body spread out like a big flower, scattered into countless sword wires, and as the true qi swam, these sword wires also stretched rapidly in the air, becoming longer.

All breathing on the podium came to a complete pause.

Everyone, including Di Qingmei, was shocked and stunned, and some even lost their souls, wondering how could such a thing happen?

Ding Ning's arm remained straight and motionless in the shrinking purple long sword, but these scattered sword wires had already landed on Su Qin's palm, on Su Qin's wrist, and on Su Qin's arm.

Many of the blades of Su Qin's purple long sword were already only a short distance away from Ding Ning's arm, but Ding Ning's face was still calm and calm, and there was not even a trace of disorder in his breathing.

He just maintained the output of true qi, allowing those sword wires to pierce into Su Qin's flesh and blood in a disorderly manner, smash the muscles and flesh in Su Qin's flesh and blood, and even pierce his bones.

It's just that at this moment, countless tiny blood flowers poured out of Su Qin's sword-holding hand!

His arrogant countenance instantly turned white and distorted.

He let out an extremely terrible roar, and flew backwards like a big wounded bird.

The purple long sword was only one line away from cutting Ding Ning's arm, but all the muscles and flesh were pierced, and even the bones were pierced with holes, and he couldn't use half of his strength at all.

There was a bang.

The curly purple sword swirled uncontrollably in the air, and for a while it collided with many sword filaments in the air, bursting into many small sparks.

However, to the shock and speechlessness of many people on the viewing platform, the sharp blade of this perilla long sword cut on those seemingly small sword wires, but none of them could be cut.

After a moment of dispersion and softness, those sword wires suddenly regained their hardness and straightness, quickly retracted, and turned into a dark green remnant sword again.

Su Qin fell back miserably, his sharp backward sweep causing the sword wire to bring out more broken flesh and bone chips as it was withdrawn from his arm.

His left hand was twisted like a boneless phoenix claw, and in the midst of the miserable howl, he called out the question that many people wanted to ask at this moment: "What kind of sword is this!"

Ding Ning's gaze also fell on the dark green remnant sword in his hand, he didn't answer Su Qin's question, he was just silent.

He didn't even think about the problem of Su Qin's hand at the moment, but was thinking about many stories about this sword and its owner.

On the dead viewing platform, Duanmu Lian looked at the dark green remnant sword, and the picture of the extension of the sword body just now remained in his mind, and he finally overlapped the sword that was mostly broken with a famous sword from a long time ago.

He said in disbelief: "Just looking at the present, ignoring the behind, every sword is like the last sword of the last sword, this is the last sword of Bashan Yan Xinlan!"

Some of the students on the viewing platform had never heard of the name of this sword, and some had heard of it, but because they had not experienced the era before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, and they were all still young in the era when many amazing Great Qin cultivators disappeared, so at this moment, there was not much more shock in their bodies because of the story of the sword itself.

However, for Di Qingmei and many of the older teachers of the Qingteng Sword Academy, they were completely different.

This sword is also a legend in itself, representing a kind of rather bending... In the eyes of many people, they don't know the attitude of current affairs.

It's just that they didn't expect that the inconspicuous broken sword in Ding Ning's hand was the remnant of that sword, and it could have such power.

"Could it be that at that time, Li Daoji had already seen that Ding Ning had such an understanding of the Wildfire Sword Sutra?"

"That's just Ding Ning just comprehending the Wildfire Sword Sutra... Could it be that at that time, Ding Ning had already comprehended the true meaning of the Wildfire Sword Sutra?"

The emotion of shock expanded infinitely in Di Qingmei's pupils.

He is also a rare great cultivator in Changling, so he knows very well that the true meaning of the Wildfire Sword Sutra is not that the wildfire burns the plain, but that the wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Although Ding Ning's sword relied on the characteristics of the sword itself, the sword intent of the Wildfire Sword Sutra was enough to move every great sword master.

At this time, he really understood why Li Daoji, who had not been out of the Aries Cave for a long time, wanted to go out of the mountain, and he did not hesitate to risk a battle to find this remnant sword for Ding Ning.

"This sword can be extended like this..."

"You've always been so confident, it's because there's something like this hidden!"

Pain and fear finally began to occupy Su Qin's heart, he looked at his blood, and he was sure to scrap his unrecoverable left hand, and laughed like crazy: "You actually abolished my hand!"

"You wanted to abolish my hand, so that's why I abolished yours. Hearing his wild laughter, Ding Ning raised his head and said in a cold and sneering softvoice: "This is your own choice." ”