Ding Ning looked at the icicles in front of him.

The ice shell on the surface of the lake was not known how many feet deep, but with the fierce battle before, the frozen lake surface had cracked into countless pieces, and some of the cracks began to grow larger and larger as the heat of the hot lake below continued to gush out.

Especially this icicle was originally formed by the sword intent upward, and at this time, the subtle cracks on it continued to reveal a trace of white mist, and the thin and powerful sword intent became more and more obvious.

Ding Ning laughed with emotion.

He felt a strong desire for the sword to burst out of its shell.

This sword has been sealed for too long, a famous sword is like a beauty, how can such a peerless sword be willing to be frozen in this lake forever, not letting the world see its own scenery.

This sword originally didn't want to be trapped here forever, just for a sect to form a sword washing pool.

It was originally the most powerful sword, how could it look down on those mortal swords, and how could it be willing to serve those mortal swords?

This sword has been fighting, so on this ice, such an icicle will be formed.

"Why do you know so much about those days?"

At this moment, a terrible voice like the howl of a wild beast suddenly sounded from behind.

Ding Ning didn't look back, just said calmly and clearly: "The problem is not how I know at all, but that those are the facts. The problem is that you are still alive, and with your current ability, if you want to look up, you will know that those are the facts. I leave my life to you now, just to give you a choice, whether you want to believe the lie and live, or live a different life. ”

Bai Qi howled frantically in the rear.

No one could understand what he was howling at this time.

However, Ding Ning could empathize with his feelings at this time.

Just like it was back then.

"You should also be glad that you still have a chance to choose again. He said this in his own heart.

Then he reached out and landed on the icicle that was already covered with cracks in front of him.

Titicaca...

It's just that a faint aura fell on the icicle, but it instantly made the icicle emit countless terrifying cracking sounds.

The old monk's originally dim and cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

The countless piercing cracks pierced the depths of the lake, and then the sword that was imprisoned in some way at the bottom of the lake shook suddenly, and the shaking and struggle of the sword body caused a roar like the fury and frenzy of a giant beast immediately resounded below the surface of the lake.

Countless streaks of light appeared on the frozen lake.

The entire surface of the lake within a radius of I don't know how many miles is like being cut into countless irregular pieces by the sword light, and the heat at the bottom of the lake is just snorting upward, thin and light. However, at this time, the white heat was like a fountain, like a wall with a kind of pleasure, rushing out from the bottom of the lake.

The water vapor quickly condensed and froze in the high altitude, turning into countless tiny ice crystals, which hit the surface of the lake and crackled.

Ding Ning's face was still calm, but with a strange look on his face.

He sensed the position of the sword, but at the same time, he also felt a myriad of powerful forces, like a giant rope trapped by a dragon, firmly locking the sword.

This giant rope is the power left by the powerhouse of the Spirit Void Sword Gate in the past, the natal vitality generated by the combination of him and the long-term cultivator of this sword, as well as the power of the magic circle he arranged.

This power is extremely powerful, even surpassing the Seven Realms.

However, at this time, Ding Ning only maintained the posture of reaching out.

The whole icicle has been completely shattered, and as the heat at the bottom of the lake rises like a fountain, the shattered ice chips are scattered like flowers and fly upwards for the first time.

A piece of ice slice through Ding Ning's palm.

Ding Ning didn't resist, and let this ice chip cut through the skin of his palm.

There was no blood flowing, but several pale streams, like countless small silkworms, piled up, dripping on the ice in front of his body.

Countless rustles rang out.

With unimaginable speed, these little silkworms reached the place where the sword was bound at the bottom of the lake, and then gathered on one of the giant ropes that bound the sword, and then bit the giant rope like a mulberry leaf!

It only cut off one of the many forces, but Ding Ning only whispered, "It's up to you now." ”

As he spoke as if he were talking to the sword, a sword intent flowed from his fingertips, along the passage through which the silkworms walked, and landed on the sword.

This is an extremely simple sky-high sword pose.

It is the simplest sword intent among the imperial envoy flying swords, but it is just to make the sword fly upwards.

However, this simple sword intent fell on this sword, but this sword was completely alive.

All the other giant ropes at the bottom of the lake completely collapsed at this moment.

There was a loud bang, and on the frozen lake, many huge blocks of ice like houses flew up, like many huge octopuses at the bottom of the lake whipped upwards in pain.

The sword flew upward.

An incomparably powerful sword intent was unleashed, terrifying all the legendary beasts of the glaciers and ice fields in the distance.

A circular abyss appeared in front of Ding Ning, and then it was like the sunrise.

Countless bright rays of light surpassed the speed of the hot spurts, rising from the abyss like a blazing sun.

This powerful sword intent moved up very slowly, as if someone was slowly drawing their sword upwards, but it was not the hilt that appeared first in the bright light, but the tip of the sword.

Eldest grandson Qianxue's eyes narrowed.

It wasn't because the sword light was too dazzling, but because the Nine Nether King Sword in the depths of the Qi Sea in her body also kept vibrating, and she felt a great oppression.

A long time ago, Wang Jingmeng and those people in the Bashan Sword Field were not wrong in their judgment.

The legendary Great Punishment Sword of the Spirit Void Sword Gate is indeed the most amazing sword in the world, and it is a peerless sword that can even suppress the sword of the Nine Nether Kings with a breath.

It's just that the system of this sword is very peculiar.

The blade of this sword is wider than that of a normal sword, and the length of this sword is slightly shorter than that of a regular sword.

The color of this sword was only the color between ordinary cyan and iron gray, and there was no clear rune in sight, and there was only a natural flower-folded pattern left behind in the forging and smelting of the sword.

This sword is in a dazzling light, but it is itself simple to the extreme.

It is so simple that it is even like a thick iron ruler that has not been thoroughly drilled, and a sword tire that has not been finally completed.

Ding Ning laughed with emotion.

This is the sword he has been waiting for for a long time, and can even be truly described as a lifetime.

He didn't make any superfluous movements, but unreservedly let go of his mind and emotions at this time, and let this sword perceive.

All the sounds at the bottom of the lake are gone.

The huge ice, which was shaken by the powerful force, was falling one after another, and there was a shocking crashing sound everywhere.

It's just that the world of these four people on the lake seems to have completely quieted down at this time.

Naturally, the sword that broke free from the bottom of the lake fell into Ding Ning's hand.

Ding Ning grasped the hilt of the sword.

The old monk paused, looking at such a picture in disbelief.

Only a cultivator of his level could clearly perceive how difficult it was to break free from the shackles of that Spirit Void Sword Sect powerhouse and at the same time cut off the natal vitality left by that powerhouse, even if it was difficult for him to do so in a short period of time.

"The sword is a friend, a confidant. Ding Ning knew his incomprehension, slowly turned around, looked at him, and said: "Only by making it have life, when it has life, and both parties follow their wishes, can they really get the greatest help. ”