The palace maid surnamed Rong did not care about Ding Ning.

Within three feet of her body is her world.

It was absolutely impossible for Ding Ning to deceive her within three feet of her without being discovered by her.

The most important thing is that there is a huge gap between Ding Ning and her in terms of strength, and Ding Ning can only use the flying sword to threaten her.

So she only had to deal with Ding Ning's flying sword.

Only the moment her eyes narrowed, her perception accurately captured the lightning flying sword.

She wields her sword.

Her natal sword had been completely formed in her hand.

It was a short sword more than two feet long, withered yellow and even a little burnt, like the color of withered and scorched banana leaves in autumn, but on the surface it exuded a white porcelain-like luster, which looked extremely cold.

She slashed with her sword, sending a clear arc of light out of the air in front of her, and a gust of wind suddenly surged.

All the moisture, including some unextinguished fire, was blown clean in an instant, and her body was clear.

There is no figure of Ding Ning.

Jing Liuli and Ye Huannan were still standing in the shadows under the eaves of the door, and at this time, a faint sword light was like a big blade standing in front of Jing Liuli and Ye Huanan, blocking the steam and fire line blowing towards them, but there was no Ding Ning in front of them, and there was no big iron box.

Ding Ning didn't know whether he retreated into the courtyard behind him or hid in the surrounding streets and alleys, but the flying sword with fine white flowers blooming on the sword wire was still suspended in the air.

This remnant sword is like a dragonfly in a storm, shaking and falling.

Rong Gongnu has already completed a sword.

As long as her next natal sword is swung again, Ding Ning's flying sword will be knocked away by her and sent to nowhere.

However, at this moment, there was a sound of something cracking sound.

This voice came from behind the palace maid Rong.

All the cultivators watching the battle looked behind the palace maid surnamed Rong in shock.

Although it was summer, pieces of broken ice and snow continued to explode behind the palace maid surnamed Rong.

Wow!Wow!Wow!

The palace maid surnamed Rong landed forward, the soles of her feet hammering the ground, and the crumbs kept flying.

After several steps, she stopped, but her feet were sunk in a pile of rubble, and two deep ravines appeared behind her.

The clothes on her back were also shattered, and a few drops of blood hung in the sun on the torn pieces of cloth, which looked very crystal clear and dazzling.

The vast majority of people simply couldn't understand what was happening at this moment, and let out a series of exclamations.

The palace maid surnamed Rong frowned, coughed lightly, and spit out a breath of turbid air between her chest and abdomen.

Sensing the chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow behind her, as well as the residual breath on some ice chips that slowly melted on her skin and flesh, she raised her head slightly, and said to herself in a slightly cold voice: "Chilling cicada change." ”

At this moment, the flying sword in the wind that had dissipated in front of her suddenly accelerated, and instead of falling towards her body, it smashed directly down on the stone path below like a real meteorite.

Bang.

The flying sword had just made contact with the stone slab, but a lot of sparks had already gushed out from the feet of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

Some of the flying dust and gravel burned violently, turning into molten magma particles and burning towards the body of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

All the affection on the face of the palace maid surnamed Rong disappeared in an instant, and it turned into absolute indifference again.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi flowing out of her body was evenly and densely wrapped around her body, like a real porcelain shell.

Countless sparks rushed out from her feet like a fountain, hitting this porcelain shell, but they could not penetrate, and splashed out in all directions.

If it weren't for the scorching heat of summer, it would have been a beautiful sight.

"Prison Lead"

Huang Zhenwei's entire mind on the corner tower had already been attracted by Ding Ning's flying sword, and the name of this secret sword instantly appeared in his mind, and his heart beat violently, but a feeling of nervousness and regret also spread in his body.

After all, the difference in strength between Ding Ning and Rong Palace Maid is too great, and the sword intent caused by such a secret sword cannot even break through the body protection vitality of the Palace Maid surnamed Rong.

In the midst of his thoughts.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong has already made a popping sound again.

The flying sword that flew from the ground accelerated terrifyingly, stabbing at the center of the eyebrows of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

At the moment when the palace maid surnamed Rong waved the sword indifferently, the flying sword was still accelerating sharply, but it suddenly turned around in place, bringing out a comet-like sword light.

The natal sword in the hand of the palace maid surnamed Rong did not cut the flying sword, but was just a sword light like a comet's tail.

The sword light was cut off, but the sword intent did not dissipate.

A sword light hit her face, still unable to break through the porcelain-like brilliance of her body, but it left a red mark on her face.

It was like she had been slapped in the face.

The palace maid surnamed Rong raised her head and turned to the side of the alley.

She made sure that Ding Ning did not retreat to the courtyard behind Jing Liuli, but hid in the alley on that side.

Ding Ning's flying sword flew back at this time.

And then the light shines out for no reason.

The light shone brightly in an instant, to an unimaginable degree.

It's like a sun falling in the middle of the field, and the snow-white light makes people feel like the liquid in their eyeballs is going to be steamed dry even when they close their eyes.

There was a soft click.

When the dazzling light dissipated and everyone could see again, a burst of exclamations rang out.

There was a shallow wound on the left side of the palace maid surnamed Rong, and blood was slowly flowing out.

The palace maid surnamed Rong was lifting her left foot, and a layer of true yuan under her right foot was pouring out, supporting her body just beginning to leave the ground.

This sudden wound made her snort, and for the first time there was pain on her face.

The flying sword, which had already flown away from her for several feet, shook suddenly.

With just one shock, several invisible waves in the air slammed into her body.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong flew forward, and this time she couldn't control her balance and slammed into a courtyard wall in front of her.

Ding Ning's flying sword disappeared like a ghost, rushing into the smoke and dust that spread like a wave.

The figure of the palace maid surnamed Rong appeared from the smoke and dust in the next moment, and a small wound was added to her cheek.

All the onlookers and powerhouses, even the several Heavenly Supervisors under the black umbrellas at the forefront, were shocked to the point that it was difficult to regenerate.

"Chilling Change"

"Prison Lead"

"Comet Tail"

"Corona Sword"

"Jade Cutting Sword"

"Sky Waves"

"Backlightsaber"

"Hidden in the Dust"

One secret sword after another...... Anyone can imagine that Ding Ning would use the flying sword to deal with the palace maid surnamed Rong, but no one thought that Ding Ning's flying sword would be used so well, it would be one after another, and it seemed that it would never stop the secret sword!

Ordinary flying sword techniques, or the pursuit of lightning speed, or the pursuit of weird and ephemeral, or the pursuit of disappearing, for a cultivator who has just mastered the flying sword, it is already very difficult to be able to excel in one piece, let alone the flying sword secret technique that can trigger the power of unique vitality!

What shocked these cultivators the most was that these flying sword secret techniques did not come from the same sect.

The cold cicada change comes from the Minshan Sword Sect, the Burning Prison is the sword intent of Zhao Di, the comet tail is the sword intent of the former Han, and the jade sword comes from Fang Houfu

These flying sword secret techniques from different cultivation places are unexpectedly presented perfectly in the hands of one person one after another today, and this person has just stepped into the Five Realms.

If you don't see this kind of thing with your own eyes, even if you hear it, it's hard to believe.

......

The wounds on the body of the palace maid surnamed Rong are very small.

All of these practitioners knew that these wounds were not yet a real threat to her.

However, the blood flowing from these wounds also made her clothes scarlet, and she had a miserable appearance.

The most important thing is that it is always this flying sword that is facing the palace maid surnamed Rong now.

Now she can't even see Ding Ning's people.

These cultivators who watched the battle even began to sympathize with this palace maid in their hearts, and they unconsciously wondered if it would be such a battle, from beginning to end, she couldn't see Ding Ning's shadow at all, and was slowly killed by Ding Ning's flying sword.

At this moment, the palace maid surnamed Rong raised her head.

Her face was pale, but her lips were bloody, as if they were dripping blood.

"Do you think you can defeat me in this way?"

There was no pain in her voice, only coldness.