The middle-aged hunter in the small courtyard had also walked into the courtyard, looking at Ye Xinhe's sword, this Yan Realm Grandmaster was very emotional.

He originally didn't agree with Ye Xinhe's story that Wang Jingmeng replaced him.

But the appearance of this sword made him completely change his opinion.

Because this sword is too powerful.

And it's special.

There is a sense of deviance and self-reliance.

Such a character is very likely to transcend the definition of a cultivator, and even create a completely different cultivation system from the current cultivators, which is naturally not comparable to those Changling swordsmen at that time.

So even on top of the Lushan Alliance, Ye Xinhe still hides his true strength.

His true strength has always been above the imagination of all cultivators in the world.

Ding Ning looked at Ye Xinhe's ruthless sword very calmly.

This sword light repels all the breath in the world and cuts off all the rules of vitality, so naturally it can also break through any vitality he summons.

However, he stood still, not even moving.

A small sword flew up at his waist.

This is the last flower remnant sword.

Countless small flowers flew out of the sword's body, and then were cut and shredded by this ruthless sword light.

However, the sword body of the Remnant Sword of the Last Flower was stretching, and countless sword filaments flew out, each of which was thinner than a hair's hair, stabbing a snowflake above, connecting with this snowflake.

The remnant sword of the last flower dragged the entire snow array, resolutely facing this ruthless sword light.

Bang.

There was an unimaginable dull loud noise between heaven and earth, and the mountains responded, countless snow sliding down from the peaks and branches, and the pressure of countless plants and trees suddenly lightened, and suddenly bent straight up.

All the plants and trees between the mountains suddenly relaxed because of this earthquake, and seemed to be filled with a cheerful and jumping atmosphere everywhere as if they were alive.

The thin piece of the Peach God Sword floated away from the looming thunder and fire, and paused in the air.

A look of shock appeared in Ye Xinhe's eyes.

His ruthless sword can cut everything in the world, but Ding Ning is involved in his own strength.

He couldn't kill himself.

At this moment, he could not explain his feelings.

He looked at Ding Ning's calm eyebrows, but felt that Ding Ning was laughing at him wantonly.

Unless you can kill yourself mercilessly, this is the real ruthlessness in the world.

He had been preparing for many years, and the sword that was originally intended to be used against Wang Jingmeng was easily broken.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, because Ding Ning's counterattack had already begun.

The heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly become brighter.

A cheerful and inexplicable aura filled the entire heaven and earth.

The strength of all the grass and trees to bend over and straighten up, and the cheerful and relaxed breath, came from between the thousands of mountains and turned into the sword intent of Ding Ning's sword.

Countless winds that flowed because of these grass and trees, wrapped in the vitality of heaven and earth, were all summoned by Ding Ning and merged into the sword in his hand.

An incomparable sword light was generated in Ding Ning's hand.

This was the first time that Ding Ning had used the Great Punishment Sword with all his strength after breaking through the Seven Realms.

The incomparably majestic vitality power between the ten thousand mountains converged, instantly crushing Ye Xinhe's snow array, and at the same time, the surging true yuan of the extraordinary cultivators in Ding Ning's body also gushed out frantically, pouring into the Great Punishment Sword in his hand.

The whole mountain was shaking.

Including the lake in the distance.

It seems that this mountain and this lake will be swept away by Ding Ning's sword and knocked away.

Ye Xinhe's body sounded with the sound of broken bones.

There was an incredible clarity in his heart, and in his perception, his flesh and bones seemed to be like burnt coals, turning into pieces of ashes and scattering.

He can already be sure that the current Ding Ning is stronger than Wang Jingmeng back then.

When he had the opportunity to practice again, Ding Ning had already corrected all the flaws in his previous cultivation process, and even the True Yuan Gong Method and the sword in his hand had infinitely tended to be the strongest in this world.

However, his confidence and fighting spirit did not completely disappear.

The thin piece of Peach God Sword in front of him burned.

This legendary-level famous sword took his natal true essence of years of penance, and wisps turned into green smoke, each of which was a ruthless sword aura, cutting vertical and horizontal in the air, temporarily blocking the terrifying vitality pressed by two huge mountains.

At the same time, he pulled a wisp of qi in the depths of the sea of qi.

This qi machine connected to the silent starry sky, and to the hostess of Changling.

Jing Liuli killed Li Si, so that Jing Liuli's whereabouts were not visible, and Zheng Sleeve did not dare to use that kind of Xinghuo Sword again.

However, Ye Xinhe knew that Zheng Sleeve's Spark Sword would definitely come this time.

Because Zheng Sleeve knew very well that if Ye Xinhe saw Jing Liuli, Jing Liuli would definitely not even have the means to use this kind of opportunity.

Ding Ning looked up.

A pale starlight had already appeared in the bright sky.

Ye Xinhe's sea of qi was already empty at this time.

With a terrible scream, all the True Yuan in his body burst out from the sea of qi, gathering the burning Peach Divine Sword and turning into a golden thunder fire.

He didn't think about his next cultivation, nor did he consider the existence of that Yan Sect Master, he just wanted to kill the enemy in front of him in this life.

Ding Ning moved.

He took a step forward.

With this step forward, the power gathered from between the thousands of mountains fused perfectly with his sword momentum.

In the midst of this sword momentum, there is still a traction of Wanshan Xuehan, faintly carrying the cold power that has been comprehended by the two cultivators of the eldest grandson Qianxue over the years.

However, what was even more shocking was that the sword body of the Starfire Sword that fell from the sky began to disintegrate.

To be more precise, the closer you get to Ding Ning, the more pale flowing fire on the sword body leaves the sword body and converges in this sword light of Ding Ning.

The sword light of Ding Ning's sword, with an extreme chill, a storm, and a power from the starry sky, was completely like a wise tail that had turned into a comet.

This sword light swept by.

Whether it was Ye Xinhe's thunder fire or the starfire sword falling from the sky, they were all swept away by this sword!

Countless fragments of ice and snow surged on Ye Xinhe's body with unquenchable pale sparks.

At this moment, Ye Xinhe's body became translucent, and countless points of silver light poured out of his body.

The clothes and flesh on Ye Xinhe's body turned into tiny flying debris, spreading out to the surrounding heaven and earth like countless fireflies.

He was speechless.

He looked at Ding Ning, his mind full of disbelief, feeling that all this was too ridiculous. Even if he was going to be killed in the end, he would never imagine that he would be killed by Ding Ning like a chicken and a dog, so without the ability to resist with a sword.

"I also deliberately handed it over to her. ”

Ding Ning came to him, looked at him quietly, and said softly: "You have always been a little wrong... You think you're close to me, but you're actually far away. Even if you arrive in Changling before me, even if you soar into the sky before me, but when I arrive in Changling, you are still only one of the swordsmen who have been defeated by me, you are you, and you will never be able to replace my story. ”

Ye Xinhe heard this sentence clearly.

He couldn't understand what kind of mood he was feeling.

He couldn't think about it anymore.

Because at this moment, when the breath flowing in front of Ding Ning blew on his body, he completely flew away.

His form vanished completely, turning into some ash that still shimmered with fluorescenities, and swooped into the heavens and the earth with flying snowflakes.

Ding Ning stretched out his breath, and he looked in a direction in the distance.

In this unprecedented battle against Qin, he waited for a long time, and finally waited for this opportunity to kill Ye Xinhe.

However, for him, this is still just the beginning.

Zheng Sleeve is also in the Yan Realm, which is not far away from him.

By killing Ye Xinhe, and by using Ye Xinhe to attract the Spark Sword, he had already sensed the specific location of Zheng Sleeve.