Donghu Seng didn't have any extra thoughts, and when he comprehended this sword move, or at the same time learned this sword move, the staff in his hand was raised and this sword was unleashed.

When Emperor Yuanwu said that it was impossible for Donghu Seng to defeat him, the old monk said that it was not necessary, and the most important reason was that he had received Ding Ning's guidance and comprehended some extremely powerful sword styles.

So he thought it might be because of Ding Ning.

At this time in this world, only he and his eldest grandson Qianxue knew Ding Ning's true identity, so he had absolute confidence in Ding Ning.

Even so, he didn't expect Ding Ning to be able to teach the sword in front of the battle.

This is not only familiar with an opponent like Emperor Yuanwu, to be able to teach the sword before the battle, but also to be extremely familiar with his cultivation and physical condition.

The master and apprentice taught the sword and was not as familiar as his own hair and skin, not to mention that he had only followed Ding Ning all the way here and experienced several battles.

Ding Ning was able to pick out the sword moves that were suitable for him and sure that he could comprehend them in an instant, and this kind of realm was the realm that truly surpassed all the grandmasters in the world.

The staff in his hand, which looked like an old wood, was not only the natal object of his cultivation in this life, but also the natal object that had been passed down in the hands of the ascetic monks before him for many years, and it was contaminated with an unknown number of different powerful aura, which was already a divine object for cultivators who practiced his method.

The sword was cast extremely smoothly, and the tip of the staff in his hand stabbed obliquely into the sky, and there was a flash of light on the tip of the staff.

At this time, the sky was covered by the chill of the Nine Nether King's Sword, the ice and snow were like anger, and the overlapping dark clouds were directly drawn over like distant mountains, and with the beginning of the battle, the killing intent of the eldest grandson Qianxue was even stronger, and a large area of gray-black ice and snow the size of a real goose feather had fallen, so heavy that it was like a tile falling to the ground, and it was popping.

However, when Donghu Monk's sword was cast, the overlapping dark clouds and heavy wind and snow were pierced by countless lines of fire from the sky.

Bright golden true fire lines fell from the sky, and the violent friction with the cold clouds continued to detonate.

In the sky, thousands of trees sparked.

Many pieces of golden true fire were like runes on the runes, frantically absorbing the vitality from heaven and earth, and when they passed through these cold clouds, they had turned into pieces of extremely thin golden swords with a certain bone-eroding taste.

For any cultivator's perception, as long as such a piece of sword pierces the body, the flesh and bones in the body will immediately be eroded and turned into nothing.

Thousands of swords shot at Emperor Yuanwu from all directions.

It's a miracle.

This sword intent is no stranger to Emperor Yuanwu, it once appeared in Changling, and appeared in the battle where the world's strongest gathered to strangle Wang Jingmeng.

Wang Jingmeng had used this sword to directly kill many cultivators, and even if he had reached the Eight Realms today, he still didn't dare to be careless.

The bright yellow natal sword in his hand slashed upward.

Countless threads of light, more dazzling than golden true fire, bloomed from his sword with a holy and vast smell.

These blinding bright rays formed a huge phoenix outside of him, a legendary beast.

But in the next moment, the majestic vitality belonging to the Eight Realms in his body burst out.

The sword phoenix shadow was shattered by his own strength, and then turned into countless finer fragments of sword wire and bright light.

These forces caused a shock in the sky, as if a Sumeru Sacred Mountain was directly propped up.

Eldest Sun Qianxue's gaze flickered violently, and an extremely deep blue-black natal energy flowed out of her right hand almost uncontrollably, and the Nine Nether King Sword automatically condensed, slowly appearing in her hand.

Since the time of the Lushan Alliance, she had already known that Yuan Wu was no longer the Yuan Wu she was familiar with, but now seeing his shot still made her feel unbelievable.

At this moment, Yuan Wu used his natal sword to cast the sword phoenix, and then used his body to cast the Great Sumeru Sword of the Bashan Sword Field.

In the hands of Yuan Wu, these two swords have directly become a new sword style, a sword style that is invincible in the world.

"Bitter Sea Crossing!"

As early as when Donghu Seng did not hesitate to perform the trick "Eclipse of the Sky" that he had just comprehended, Ding Ning had already let out a rapid low shout.

Then his right hand pointed at the sword, and he cast another sword out of thin air.

"Kuhaidu" is a secret sword of the Donghu monk's sect, as if engraved in his life.

Hearing Ding Ning's low shout at this moment, Donghu Seng let his body instinct and casually cast this sword.

A gray staff shadow was like the shadow of a sail on a sailing giant ship, cutting through the wind and waves at this time, passing through the invisible Sumeru Sacred Mountain, and head-on to Yuanwu.

Then Donghu Seng used the third sword, that is, the sword that Ding Ning had just pointed to as a sword.

This is a new sword move, and with the flow of the surrounding air, this sword move also flows naturally in Donghu Monk's mind.

The staff in the hand of the Donghu monk shook again.

The three swords are like flowing clouds and flowing water, and they are completed in one go.

There was a very strange pop.

A white shockwave exploded above Emperor Yuanwu's head, and the void seemed to have a hole, and the tip of the staff held tightly in Donghu Monk's hand was hazy at this time, but in the center of the white shockwave, there was a clear tip of the staff stabbing towards the top of his head.

Except for Ding Ning and Donghu Seng at this time, everyone changed color.

Emperor Yuanwu's body conjured several heads and several pairs of arms.

Such a picture was only because Emperor Yuanwu's movements at this time were too fast, beyond the extreme that the eyes and perceptions of the cultivators present could capture.

There was a bang.

A cloud of golden flame shattered the picture that appeared in everyone's eyes.

A low, muffled grunt rang out.

Emperor Yuanwu's figure retreated from the golden flame cluster.

A faint trail of blood flowed from his forehead.

A horrified exclamation rang out.

All the grandmaster-level figures present could be sure that Emperor Yuanwu was not seriously injured, but under the three swords of Donghu Seng, he did not have an advantage after all, but was injured and bleeding.

"There is no life or death. ”

Before these shocking exclamations sounded, Ding Ning's voice had already sounded in Donghu Monk's ears again.

Ding Ning's face was unusually solemn, and there were stars in his eyes that kept flickering and disappearing, and each time it lit up, it meant that a thought flashed in his sea of consciousness. At this time, he was equivalent to casting a sword through the hand of the Donghu Monk, the Donghu Monk was close to the breakthrough of the Eight Realms, and the spirit and spirit were at the most perfect time in his life, and the injuries suffered by Yuan Wu in the Lushan Alliance were obviously more serious than the outside world speculated.

However, none of this is a possibility of defeating or escaping today's fate.

In fact, what had the deepest impact on Yuan Wu at this time was Yuan Wu's own state of mind.

It was the mood that shook when he saw him perform these sword moves.

The more he unreservedly displayed these sword moves, the more he could shock Yuan Wu, and the more Yuan Wu couldn't concentrate his mind.

So while drinking the name of the Donghu ascetic monk's "no life and destruction" sword move, Ding Ning cast another sword.

In his hand, the sword light of the natal sword was truly revealed.

An extremely simple, dignified straight sword intent stabbed forward, but this sword intent was perfect to the extreme, perfect to the point that all the swordsmen present felt unattainable.

Donghu Seng was also a little puzzled.

This is just a trick of the Bashan Sword Field, a "broken army" sword without any fancy tricks.

Anyone can learn this kind of sword move, and the simpler the sword intent, if you want to achieve the ultimate perfection, you need talent, and it has nothing to do with the hard work of the day after tomorrow.

The power of this sword is not very large, can it have a surprise effect?

He was puzzled, but at this moment, he felt the vibration of Emperor Yuanwu's mood.

Between him and a cultivator of Emperor Yuanwu's level, it was like telepathy, and he could intuitively sense that Emperor Yuanwu's qi at this time had a flaw.

Donghu monk suddenly realized.

Only the former Wang Jingmeng could display such a perfect sword intent.

However, now that such a sword intent is reappearing, how can it not be shocked?

This sword is not for him to use, but to give him an opportunity.

The staff in his hand vanished.

His "non-birth and destruction" means "nothing is born and destroyed", and there is nothing in heaven and earth that can be extra for no reason, and no matter will disappear.

Neither born nor destroyed, no increase nor decrease.

The disappearing staff in his hand appeared directly on Emperor Yuanwu's chest, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the area of Emperor Yuanwu's chest had already reached his hand and turned into a transparent long sword.