Li Xixing was calmer than any Changling talent of the same age, but the shocked look in his eyes at this time was even stronger than Hu Jingjing.

Because he knows more than Hu Jingjing.

Sticking to the city has passed away, but in order to compensate Li Xixing or the Li family, Sticking City passed his sword to Li Xixing.

This sword of defending the city involves the meaning of space.

The meaning of space is not difficult to understand for practice, and the straight line that ordinary people see with their eyes is naturally considered to be the shortest distance between two objects, but for practitioners, between these straight lines, there are countless channels for the circulation of heaven and earth's vitality, and there are countless possibilities for objects to walk in these channels.

It's faster, it's slow, it's like traveling through space, or it's like it's stretching it.

Although these teachings are easy to understand, it is as difficult to apply them as hard as constructing a unique world of oneself by the means of a practitioner.

And the bottom of the sarcophagus above their heads was not very far from them, and the light ash of those sarcophagi after shattering fell as if they were falling from the sky.

This space has been turned into a special world by unimaginable means by these strong people who used to be cold.

Those two figures are naturally Zhan Maha and Wu Purple, at this time, they have obviously fallen in the air for a long time, but there is still a long distance from the ** spring.

"This ban has even completely changed our perception?"

Li Xixing turned his head with difficulty and looked at Ding Ning, "So the ** spring itself is not an immortal spring." ”

Ding Ning nodded.

Hu Jingjing reacted, and she thought that she could not control her desire to enter this spring... People who have seen the wonderful Fountain of Youth, I am afraid that after going through all the hard work to get here, when they see such a fountain of Youth, I am afraid that they will not be able to control their desires at all, and they will definitely not be able to help but enter it.

A practitioner's perception is often more reliable than his own eyes and nose, but the prohibition here is that even perception can deceive, which is too terrifying for any practitioner.

Perception is deceived, and any flying sword that actually flies close will easily kill them.

"We will not be immune. ”

Shen Xuan suddenly spoke out at this time, and there was a slight tremor in his indifferent voice.

"Yes, we are not immune. ”

When Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing still couldn't understand the meaning of Shen Xuan's words, Ding Ning had nodded calmly, looked at Shen Xuan and said seriously: "But you still can't make a move." You're still more injured than him, and his cultivation is higher than yours, so as long as he's less injured than yours in the future, then we can't win. We have to take a gamble. ”

From the words of Ding Ning itself, Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing still couldn't understand it, but when Ding Ning finished saying this, they all understood.

The figures of Zhan Maha and Wu Purple are still falling, and they still haven't really touched the ** spring at this time, but every word that appears on the stone tablet has begun to rotate rapidly, and every word has begun to roar.

These black words brought up strips of black light, turning into a black vortex around the stone tablet, and the water flow in the ** spring also began to rotate sharply, turning into the same black vortex.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the entire space here was driven by these two whirlpools, and the air condensed in bunches, turning into countless black bands of light.

Each of these bands of light began to rotate, and they were sawblades.

Countless sawblades swirl in this space, and no one in this space can avoid it.

At this time, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in this space had just begun to condense, but Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing had already felt the pain of splitting from many places on their bodies.

Their bodies will be cut into countless pieces.

Zhan Maha is in this space.

If Zhan Maha's action could not bring about a fundamental change in this space, then all of them would die together.

This is Ding Ning's bet.

The black bands of light were completely formed, and the entire space was strangely filled and divided by countless bands of light.

Ding Ning, Li Xixing, Hu Jingjing, and Shen Xuan all appeared on their bodies with blood lines that were straight to the ground, and blood droplets began to seep out of the blood lines.

Shen Xuan's lips trembled slightly, and his left hand clenched his fist tighter and tighter, but looking at the blood line on Ding Ning's face and the still calm gaze, he finally didn't make any more movements.

Suddenly a lot of gray frost appeared in the black bands of light.

The gray frost seemed to change again in a moment, to turn into raindrops.

However, there was a loud bang, a loud bang like an explosion in the clouds in the distance.

All the black bands of light disappeared abruptly, and the thick black was like the deepest dark clouds, but in the gaps of these dark clouds, there were filaments of light surging, like countless lightning bolts about to shoot out.

A hint of genuine joy finally appeared in Ding Ning's calm eyes.

He knew he had won his bet.

The remnant sword that clung to his back like a spine flew up at this moment.

With his low shout, all the true elements in the sea of qi in his body were almost forced out of his arms at this moment.

More than a dozen True Yuan streams with blood intent poured into the rapidly flying short sword, and in an instant, the sword filaments of this Flower Remnant Sword spread out above his head, like a red flower blooming.

Ding Ning's hair was driven by the sword qi and flew upward.

Because the flow of True Yuan was so violent, even the tiny blood vessels in his pupils burst, causing his pupils to turn blood-red.

Li Xixing's breathing came to a complete halt, he had never seen Ding Ning have such a fighting intent, such a killing intent... And so terrible!

The red sword flower seemed to come from hell.

Each sword wire exuded an aura that was so terrifying that it was impossible to describe.

"Evil Sea Flower!"

Beads of blood flowed from Shen Xuan's clenched fists, and his fingernails had pierced his flesh because he was too hard, but he didn't notice it himself.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing couldn't know, but he had seen such a sword style and felt such a sword intent!

Three years before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, in the battle where that man died, there was such a sword intent surging at the top of the tower where countless corpses and bones had accumulated!

Many real blood-colored lightning bolts appeared between the black heaven and earth.

Every lightning bolt is a sword intent spilled from a sword wire.

A dark cloud that was thick to the deepest part was pierced by these blood-colored lightning like corrosion, and countless holes were pierced out like corrosion, and countless energetic qi sneered out wildly.

"Defend the city!"

"Round Light!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Ding Ning's mouth, but at the same time, he still looked ahead and spat out the names of the two sword styles.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing out of the sword!

The two swords collided in front of them, and then fused together almost perfectly.

Rumble!

However, in the next moment, the bodies of Ding Ning, Li Xixing, and Hu Jingjing flew out upside down and slammed into the stone steps not far behind them.

Titicaca...

A canopy of smoke and dust poured up, and there was a cracking sound, and I don't know if it was the sound of bones cracking or the sound of stone steps shattering.

Shen Xuan didn't look back.

He just ignored the smoke and took a deep breath.

Then he let go of his fist, and a blood-colored hilt appeared in his palm first, and then with an even stronger natal aura, a blood-colored and gray entangled natal sword appeared in his hand.

The dark clouds in front of him began to flutter and scatter like shredded cloth.

......

A terrible roar rang out.

Then there was a loud "dang" sound, like someone ringing a big bell.

Ding Ning kept coughing, coughing as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

There was blood all over him, not just the blood he coughed up, his entire body seemed to be oozing blood.

Yet he struggled to brace himself up, sat up, and looked at where the voice had started.

Where the dark clouds dissipated, there were two images on the golden tower that were swatted up like flies, sliding down against the golden tower.

The golden tower body has become dazzling from the soft at the beginning.

The living fountain before the pagoda has completely disappeared, leaving only a dry pool bottom, all white sand.

Above the white sand, a huge scimitar like a moon floats.

That's the natal blade of Zhan Maha.

However, at Ding Ning's eye, the Xuanyue-like scimitar shook, as if a piece of tiles that had been shattered itself but were only carefully stacked had been shaken and collapsed again, and instantly turned into countless fragments and fell.

"Ding Ning!"

An incomparably terrible cry rang out in the lower part of the Golden Pagoda.