His demeanor is very calm and somewhat focused, but more of a skill feels.

At the moment of the sword, the natal sword was condensed from the hand, and the posture of the sword had already given people a feeling that they had practiced for an unknown number of times, and finally mastered the true meaning, which became an instinctive feeling in life.

In fact, there is no trajectory that must be followed by any sword move, just like some painters can copy any subtle line of a famous work, even if it is exactly the same, but they still can't copy the charm of a famous master, the sword moves are the same, but the people are different, everyone's true yuan is different, and even the sword in the hand is different, and the ultimate pursuit is the perfect fit.

Therefore, the strongest and most perfect sword intent is that the sword move and the cultivator himself, the sword in his hand, and his spiritual will, the entire heaven and earth at this time are completely in harmony.

Every sword has this realm, but even some of the simplest sword styles cannot be perfected by the vast majority of swordsmen in this world.

At this time, Ding Ning's sword made anyone feel that it was perfect to the extreme, and it was impossible to even imagine a more perfect realm.

The natal sword in his hand released a palpitating aura to the fullest.

The sword light swirled around his body like a grinding disc.

The nine dead silkworms in his body all revived, and his figure also disappeared in countless pale beams at this moment.

Except for the eldest grandson Qianxue and the old monk Donghu, everyone was terrified.

In addition to the Nine Dead Silkworms, there is also this grinding stone sword technique.

This is Wang Jingmeng's unique grinding stone sword technique.

The most important thing is that in addition to the former Wang Jingmeng, there are now people who have perfectly displayed the Grinding Stone Sword Technique in front of them.

Even such a sword technique can be used perfectly, but what about Wang Jingmeng's other sword styles?

Emperor Yuanwu suddenly felt cold, and even a little biting.

Heiyue and Jingdao hadn't met the grinding stone sword intent yet, but just this sword of Ding Ning, he already knew the result after the two sides met.

However, he could not intervene at this time.

The staff that emitted a thousand golden rays arrived in front of him like a legendary demon slaying pestle, and the bones of his body were crushed by the huge force and cracked slightly.

He could only retreat again.

There were traces of feet on the ground, and then the ground exploded like huge mud lotuses blooming.

The sky opened again, and a huge silver beam of light fell on the staff, and time seemed to stand still, only to suddenly dim in a hundred directions, and the light was swallowed up.

The old monk of Donghu and Emperor Yuanwu snorted at the same time, and the bodies of both of them were in decline until this time.

Black Moon and Crystal Knife met the sword light outside Ding Ning's body at this time.

Countless sparks erupted from the swirling sword light, like countless stars constantly disillusioned.

Ding Ning's body sounded a strange sound like a bubble bursting, which was the impact of the true yuan and qi and blood disorder in his body, and in his body like countless fine flowers blooming, it was also tearing his flesh and blood and meridians.

His sword light slashed through the Black Moon and the Crystal Knife, but countless subtle forces still cut through his body, instantly causing many subtle blood cuts to appear on his body.

And yet he was alive after all.

With one enemy and two enemies, he used such a sword to block the blows of the night owl and Sima Cuo.

"Sima is wrong. ”

Ding Ning said to the eldest grandson, Qianxue.

This is certainly not a sword move, but pointing out the direction of the attack.

Even though the eldest grandson Qianxue had just killed a powerful cultivator who might be related to the Minshan Sword Sect with all her might, Ding Ning knew that she had such an ability.

The Nine Nether King Sword was still not completely formed in the sky above the powerful cultivator who had been killed, but a gray trail of snow had already broken through the wind, and it fell like life on Sima Cuo's eyes as the gaze of the eldest grandson Qianxue.

Sima made a loud shout, an unusually simple slash and a slap, such a simple knife gesture is not good-looking, but it is very practical.

The gray snow trail was cut in two, and the force was uninterrupted, and then it was shot apart.

Bang.

The gray snow trail was only a faint one, but when it was shot away, it was like a snow-capped mountain collapsing, and the world in front of him was all covered by flying snow.

The broad short sword in Sima Cuo's hand shook violently, his face was already extremely ugly, and he couldn't imagine that the eldest lady of the Gongsun family in the past already had such power.

However, at this moment, his entire body hair exploded, and a strong death threat caused him to leap up with a terrible scream like a cat whose tail had been trampled.

A thin blink of golden light flew out of the shadow behind him and fell on his back.

It was a tiny golden lotus, flawless throughout, as if condensed by the purest sunlight.

At the same time, the tip of the eldest grandson Qianxue's eyebrows also lit up with a little golden light, just like the pure gold flower yellow that many rich women will put on their makeup.

The power accumulated in Sima Cuo's body poured out wildly in the screams, and the true yuan and heaven and earth yuan qi filled every inch of space in the meridians and flesh and blood in his body, causing his entire body to swell outward, as if there was a more true self Sima Cuo who wanted to rush out of his body to avoid that little bit of golden light.

The power that poured out from his body frantically condensed the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that fell like a mountain, forming countless criss-crossing gray sword qi, exuding a strong sense of corruption, like a cage formed by countless dry bones.

In the next moment, it was like two invisible giant ships colliding in front of Sima Cuo's body, and the terrifying wave of qi instantly threw his body higher into the air.

Puff puff puff

Several fountains of blood poured out of his body, blood spilling in the wind, and his body shrank rapidly like a ball of air.

Even a terrifying deep bone-deep wound appeared on the left side of his face, and even half of his ear was missing, but Sima Cuo's heart at this time was only happy.

He was glad he was alive.

It's not just that the opponent's strength is far beyond his imagination, but more than ten years have passed, and he himself has forgotten some facts that should not be forgotten, ignoring that the other party is not only the master of the Nine Nether King Sword, but she is also the only heir of the Gongsun family.

In the past, the Gongsun family, the number one among the old powerful sect lords, not only had power, but also some powerful cultivation methods and secret techniques, such as this "heart lotus" that no one knows whether to describe it with a talisman or a sword weapon or other means of opposing the enemy.

The figure of the night stalker also appeared in the air.

He stepped down from the top of the mountain, and the natal sword appeared in his hand.

His person was as mysterious as the Natal Sword, and it was only at this time that many of the cultivators present saw that his Natal Sword was also a deep black, like an eternal night. However, the black sword body was made of nine strands of scale swords.

These nine black scale swords are like nine black poisonous snakes.

The natal sword landed faster than his body, flew in front of him, and divided into nine paths in the air, and these nine flying swords flew in different trajectories in the air, falling strangely from all directions towards the eldest grandson Qianxue.

It is impossible for a cultivator to distract himself from two flying swords at the same time, but this leader of the old magnates does not know how to use and secret techniques, and one sword turns into nine.

Along with these nine swords, there were several other strong killing intents.

There is not only Sima Coo in this train, but also the Seven Realms.

Eldest Sun Qianxue was no longer able to stop such nine swords, let alone the killing intent of those grandmasters.

However, she and the old monk beside Ding Ning can.

He had half a minute of leisure at this time.

Several shadows of staff appeared in the air.

There were several knocks, like hitting a drum, and the nine swords of the night owl and the sword intent of the several grandmasters were all repelled and blocked by the front and back.

At this moment, the old monk's shot was almost perfect.

At least in the space around him, his speed was absolutely perfect.

There was no cultivator in the world before who could believe that a cultivator who was also a cultivator of the Seven Realms could resist the attacks of cultivators from many directions like three heads and six arms.

But at this time, Yuanwu also had leisure.

How can Yuan Wu's shot be broken?

"Let's go. ”

It was impossible for Ding Ning not to know this, his body was full of blood, and there was no blood, but his face was extremely pale. It's just that at this time, there was still no horror in his eyes, but a kind of ruthlessness that he usually didn't have.

With a loud shout, he just clenched the hand of the eldest grandson Qianxue beside him and rushed towards the chariot queue.

He was seriously injured at this time, his strength was too weak for the seven realms around him, and his speed seemed to be very slow, but the most important thing was that the eldest grandson Qianxue knew his intentions.

Her strength and speed far surpassed all the seven realms in the chariot queue, including the night owls that fell from the sky.

Her and Ding Ning's bodies faded instantly, and then the terrifying acceleration in the air brought out a long hazy shadow.

With a bang, the chariot where Sima Cuo had been standing before was shattered by the force she and Ding Ning had arrived with when they arrived.

Among the shattered chariots were two practitioners.

One of the young men was already sitting on the ground at the same time as the chariot shattered, spurting blood from his mouth, while the other cultivator was dancing wildly with his sleeves, and a sword light pierced the heart of the eldest grandson Qianxue.

There was a soft pop.

What was pierced was not the heart vein of the eldest grandson Qianxue, but the heart of this cultivator.

The figure of Donghu Monk appeared beside Ding Ning and the eldest grandson Qianxue, his hand stretched straight, and the staff was also stretched straight, piercing the cultivator's heart.

Emperor Yuanwu had already stood firm, but at this time, Donghu Monk had already killed a strong man, but he still hadn't made a move.

An exclamation sounded in the chariot, but there was no killing intent to fall on the eldest grandson Qianxue and Ding Ning.

The reason for this naturally came from the young man in the chariot.