This sword was too casual, and the killing process was too fast, and all the people in the army who saw this scene didn't even have time to fear, but subconsciously understood that the other party was too powerful, and it seemed impossible to prevent the other party from entering the depths of the barracks, and a violent cold wind rolled up in the entire barracks.

The fierce cold wind made it impossible for all the sergeants near the camp gate to stand firmly, and even the tents that were firmly fastened to the ground with iron drills were lifted and flew backwards.

The woman holding the natal sword that seemed to freeze and crush people's souls was wrapped in wind and frost, and she had already advanced dozens of feet in this breath!

The ordnance and talismans that fell towards her body fell behind her one after another, and the sergeants on both sides who were closer to her still maintained the movement of their shots, but like those ordnance and talismans, the surface was covered with ice crystals and froze to the ground.

The cold wind forward, and the sword intent pointed directly at the Chinese military camp where Mo Ying was, on this route, very few people could stand firm, but not everyone.

More than a dozen cultivators appeared from all corners of the camp, standing in the cold wind in front of her.

The direction in which these cultivators were standing seemed to be scattered, but the power surging out of their bodies cut through the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, faintly forming a special formation.

Some armies and sects have formations that some cultivators have joined forces to cast, which can fuse the power of some cultivators with lower cultivation levels against powerful cultivators.

At this time, the more than ten cultivators who formed the formation were not weak, and the most important thing was that in this kind of army, as long as they could entangle each other and confine the other party to a certain area, the army would have more killing moves to deal with this kind of attacking cultivator.

Most of these more than ten cultivators came from different sects, and at this time, looking at the unimaginable sword with an unimaginable color, they all understood that the other party was the legendary eldest lady of the Gongsun family, and this sword was the most violent sword in the world, the Nine Netherworld King Sword, so they had already urged their true yuan to the extreme.

The power of this formation made the eldest grandson Qianxue feel strong, his steps paused slightly, and the road ahead became long in his sight.

One cultivator was not among the more than ten cultivators, he stood behind a talisman, and his perception had firmly locked on the eldest grandson Qianxue, who had slowed down.

The talisman in front of him was two adults tall, and on the base of a bronze cylinder engraved with many arcane runes, was a standing metal puppet. The metal puppet stretched out its right index finger and pointed it forward, as if to point the way.

"Don't move. ”

Just when the True Yuan in his body was already flowing violently, and he was about to activate the power of this large talisman, he heard a very earnest voice.

The cultivator who had previously entered the camp side by side with the eldest lady of the Gongsun family had already arrived not far behind him.

This young cultivator in a Xuan shirt was naturally Ding Ning.

Looking at the military cultivator who had already heard his voice and turned his body slightly sideways, Ding Ning shook his head again and said softly, "Don't move." ”

The body of this military cultivator stiffened slightly, he knew very well that what the other party said not to move was to let himself not activate this powerful Chinese military talisman, and at the same time he really felt the strong warning in the other party's words, but he did not give up his intention to make a move, after a moment of hesitation, the true yuan that had been flowing wildly in his body poured out from the sleeve of his right hand, and did not fall into the base rune of the talisman, but into a flying sword in the sleeve.

There was a bang, and the sleeve of this military cultivator exploded.

A gray sword shadow fell like lightning on Ding Ning's chest in the flying rags.

Ding Ning frowned slightly, he raised his right arm, and pointed at the flying sword that struck like lightning.

There was a more terrible howl in the deafening explosion, and a sword qi shot out from his fingertips, piercing through the air that had been instantly oppressed and turned like layers of crystal shadows, and accurately struck the flying sword.

It's just a sword aura, with some natal aura.

To be exact, it was just a sword qi flowing from the natal sword.

The tense face of the cultivator in the army turned a little black for a moment, because of the unique connection with his own flying sword, the skin on his face shook violently, and folds rippled on his face like water waves.

His pupils contracted violently, filled with disbelief.

It was just a sword qi flowing from the opponent's natal sword, but the moment that sword qi appeared, it made his body tremble instinctively. It's not about cultivation, it's about the instantaneous perception of the other party's natal sword.

What kind of sword is it, so strong that breath alone is enough to make his body tremble instinctively?

In the next moment, more shock came from his inability to control his flying sword!

Although that sword qi came from a sword that was so powerful that it was beyond his imagination, in terms of its own strength, it was impossible to completely suppress his flying sword.

However, his flying sword was hit by that sword qi and flew upward, and in the violent tremor, it was no longer controllable.

Ding Ning's body bowed slightly, avoiding the three arrows shot from behind his body, and his body carried a heavy afterimage, passing through the cold wind to the front of this military cultivator.

The military cultivator took a breath, and with a muffled snort, the two fingers of his right hand brought out a flower-like sword qi and fell to Ding Ning's eyes.

Ding Ning's brows were still frowning slightly, but his face was extremely calm, he didn't even blink his eyes, his right hand flicked, and a sword qi swished through the flower.

Pieces of flowers flew away, and the sword qi as sharp as the essence was like a broken porcelain piece, bringing out white air currents, flying past Ding Ning's cheeks on both sides.

Ding Ning's sword qi stabbed into the chest of this military cultivator, and this military cultivator's chest was as if he had been hit by a wooden stake, and his entire body flew backwards.

A mist of blood poured out of the chest of the cultivator in the army.

However, when he fell to the ground and felt all the power flowing out of his body, the military cultivator still found himself alive.

He was only seriously wounded, but he was not dead.

......

Mo Ying's gaze fell on this seriously injured and not dead military cultivator.

In terms of the battle with the formation of more than ten strong men to join forces against Changsun Qianxue, this battle seemed a little insignificant at this time, but when Ding Ning struck the flying sword of the cultivator in the army with a sword, his attention was already focused on this battle.

Only a cultivator of his level could accurately perceive what was happening in that extremely short period of time.

What determines this victory or defeat lies in the breaking moves.

The young cultivator who was wearing Changling's most common Xuan-colored robe broke the flying sword with one sword, and the other sword broke the flowers on the opponent's fingers.

Both swords found the flaws in the other party's sword style itself where there seemed to be no flaws.

All kinds of sword styles are hidden in the chest, and no tricks can be broken, such a cultivator has only appeared in one person in the Bashan Sword Field many years ago.

Now, he saw the shadow of that person in the body of the young man in the dark robe.

So now this young man in Xuanyi, who easily defeated the other party, but only hit the other party hard without killing the other party, should be the descendant of that person.

The descendants of the Nine Dead Silkworms have finally appeared.

"It turned out to be true. ”

He laughed bitterly, stood up, lifted the sword on the case in front of him, looked at Ding Ning in the distance, and said to himself: "What should come is still here after all." ”