Ye Haoran's right hand hanging outside his sleeve kept flicking, plucking the rhythm of murder from time to time.

He quietly looked at Ding Ning, whose robe was gradually soaked in blood, and found that Ding Ning's will was firmer than he expected, and he had a little more appreciation in his heart, but his slender five fingers suddenly shook, and with this action, the handleless white sword behind Ding Ning at this time brightened up a few more minutes, and a strange layer of white mist appeared around his body.

As the little white sword continued to fly around Ding Ning's body, the white mist around Ding Ning's body became more and more viscous.

Seeing these white mist generated, the brows of almost all the cultivators were deeply furrowed.

This is the most orthodox Wushan Cloud and Rain Technique, the inheritance in the Great Chu Palace, such a flying sword technique, the white mist formed can make Ding Ning become muddy and watery every time he makes a sword at this moment, and he needs to consume more strength.

Previously, they all had their own ideas, and many people didn't necessarily want Ding Ning to win, but at this moment, all of them wanted Ding Ning to win.

Because Ding Ning is a Qin person after all.

Jing Liuli's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

She naturally didn't think that Ding Ning was already bound to lose, because Ding Ning had his own intentions with those wooden swords on his back, and Ding Ning hadn't used those wooden swords until now, which meant that he hadn't used all his strength.

It's just that she can't understand what Ding Ning is waiting for.

Although the wounds are small, countless wounds flow blood together, and the blood in the body will soon be drained.

The corners of Ye Haoran's mouth began to smile playfully.

He didn't understand what Ding Ning was waiting for, but in his opinion, no matter what Ding Ning was waiting for, he was just vainly adding extra pain before he died.

He looked up at the black sky.

The sword roar of the small white sword flying in the white mist became even more poignant, and when it slashed across Ding Ning's body, it not only brought up drops of blood, but even began to bring up flesh and blood fragments.

Geng Blade's eyes narrowed.

He had experienced a brutal escape that many cultivators could not imagine, and with some unique research on the practitioner's body, he knew better than any cultivator present at the moment what kind of course the blood in a practitioner's body would flow to, and how the body would react.

He knew that although Ding Ning seemed to be very awake at this time, if he was an ordinary cultivator, his consciousness should have been blurred at this time.

It's about strong willpower.

Sometimes the strong willpower that is so strong that you forget your body can produce extraordinary power in your body, but Geng Jian himself knows very well the consequences of disobeying common sense... That is, after the body has exceeded the limit for too long, it will suddenly lose control completely.

At that time, consciousness will not be slowly blurred, but will be suddenly interrupted.

"It should be almost. ”

Lin Suixin had seen the more miserable injuries on many cultivators, so even though Ding Ning had been cut with countless small wounds like Ling Chi, there was still not much special expression on his face, but after Geng Blade's eyes narrowed and he took a few breaths, he also frowned and whispered.

At this moment, Ding Ning began to feel truly dizzy.

His consciousness was about to leave his body and fly high into the air above.

It's just that his mood is still very calm, because he has an experience that even Geng Jian can't imagine.

He knew he had a dozen breaths left.

His left hand began to reach back, gripping the rough hilt of a wooden sword.

An irrepressible exclamation rang out.

At this time, there was no abnormal change, and the picture that fell into everyone's eyes was only Ding Ning's hand falling on the hilt of a wooden sword behind him, but everyone knew that something amazing must happen in the next moment.

This kind of premonition made many people burst out in shock in advance.

Ding Ning swung his sword steadily.

With a bang, the wooden sword slashed out, and a strange green sword light came out of a rune in the center of the sword body.

What's even more peculiar is that Ding Ning's sword slash is to directly let go, and follow the momentum of a sword slash, and cut out the wooden sword.

One sword is followed by many swords.

All exclamations died away as everyone fell into a stronger shock that bordered on numbness.

Ding Ning usually uses a sword with his right hand, but at this moment, his left hand seems to be faster than his right hand.

His left hand seemed to vanish from the air, yet it maintained a certain perfect frequency, slashing incessantly.

All the wooden swords he was carrying on his back were slashed out by him in an instant.

The most important thing is that the last flower remnant sword in his right hand also accurately picked the flying sword that attacked again.

All of them had a delusion.

At this time, the person who completed such a sword was not a young man who had not learned swords, but a great swordsman who had been cultivating swords for hundreds of years, and he seemed to have practiced such a sword posture all his life, turning such a sword posture directly into a direct reaction of the flesh.

Dugu Bai's breathing came to a complete pause.

Because he had such a sword momentum and sword path in his mind, he saw this sword clearly before anyone else.

He saw many green rays of light flying out from behind Ding Ning, forming a screen full of green.

It was an extremely bright green screen that is difficult to describe in words, but the moment it expanded outward, the light screen disappeared in an instant.

All the wooden swords were torn apart from the runes on the sword's body, and were completely torn apart by the powerful force, turning into countless flying wooden threads.

However, the green light in the rune did not disappear, but was connected together, turning into a real sword light.

This sword light seemed to be parallel to the entire ground, with absolute straightness, as if it was going to completely separate the space above from the below, and silently cut towards Ye Haoran's body.

Dugu Bai knows that this is real peacock green.

Ye Haoran's brows furrowed deeply, and he found that he didn't even have time to recall the flying sword to block such a mysterious and powerful sword.

His eyes instantly became crystalline, and his body continued to roar, as if many beautiful new heavens and earths had been created in his body.

A new passage appeared in his many meridians, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that had previously been sucked in his body poured out of his body along this passage.

Luckily, he still has a sword.

The long sword at his waist shook.

It was about six feet long, the sword was no more than two and a half fingers wide, the spine of the sword was pure and rare sky blue, and the blades on both sides were transparent, and the saber jumped out of the scabbard and landed in his hand.

A subtle spitting sound of air flowed through the blade.

Countless crystalline crystal dust splattered out from the transparent blade, forming a crystal disc in front of him.

Boom!

There was a lot of dust around him, and the crystal disc was directly shredded by the green sword light that was absolutely straight and horizontal, and the shattered crystal dust was scattered in all directions, and the backlash crackled on his body.

Ye Haoran's body was also splashed with countless drops of blood, and the powerful impact force made his body fly off the ground and fly backwards.

Ding Ning saw such a picture, but he didn't feel the slightest joy, because he knew that this sword was not enough to defeat Ye Haoran, and there was not much time left for him.

He took a deep breath.

A mysterious and cold aura appeared around his body.

A cold aura appeared in his body, and then quickly disappeared, and his body was full of real coldness.

A cold white mist visible to the naked eye formed around his body, splashing outward, like the surface of a lake that had just formed ice flowers, but the water had not yet completely solidified, and it was still rippling.

A trace of red vitality appeared clearly in these ice chips like blood lines.

"Bloody Demon Skill!"

"How could he!"

Although they were already shocked to the point of numbness, at this moment, there were still many people who couldn't control their feelings and screamed.

Tai Guanjian's eyes also began to widen, but his pupils contracted unconsciously.

He felt like he was seeing something he couldn't understand at all.

"So that's it?"

Jing Liuli was muttering to herself in her heart, since she thought that Ding Ning was already stronger than herself, she felt that a single qiē could happen.

Ye Haoran's face stiffened slightly.

The mocking look on his face had completely disappeared.

At this moment, he also took a deep breath, and then raised his hand.

He didn't recall his flying sword.

The white handleless sword had already fallen to the ground, but at this time, it was injected with new power, let out a whistling sound, and fell to the back of Ding Ning's heart.