Chapter 388 Volume 4: General Dou

A trail of blood oozed from between her lips.

Joruri bit her lip, but she didn't notice it.

Because she's nervous.

When presiding over the Minshan Sword Club, those candidates, including Ding Ning, had very dangerous moments, but she almost didn't feel what it was like to be nervous.

However, it is different now.

This is a real life-and-death battle, where both sides have the sole purpose of killing each other, and no one will intervene to stop them.

And corresponding to the cultivation realm of Ding Ning and the palace maid surnamed Rong, as long as Ding Ning is truly exposed to the sight and perception of the palace maid surnamed Rong, it means death.

"Hide and seek with me?"

The true yuan of the palace maid surnamed Rong was very depleted, and some of the wounds on her body even spilled blood beads, but some crazy smiles began to appear on her face, "You can't hide it now, can you?"

She is the old man of Changling, especially one of the people closest to those Bashan Sword Fields back then.

Only when you see it will you think about it, and when you think about it, you will be able to learn.

Many of the strongest cultivators in Changling's later years were often the closest to those top powerhouses in the Bashan Sword Field.

Therefore, the sword scripture cultivated by the palace maid surnamed Rong is also extraordinary, and it is also a secret sword that cannot be imagined in ordinary cultivation places.

It was just that when the crazy smile rippled on her face, a series of crazy sword intent had already erupted from her mouth with a powerful natal aura.

Ding Ning began to cough up blood.

The smoke and dust around him were still swirling, and the sword intent that erupted from the mouth of the palace maid surnamed Rong had not really fallen, but the squeeze of vitality brought by him was already a little unbearable.

His feet pressed against the ground, and he involuntarily slid backwards, the soles of his feet as if they were about to burn.

The chilling killing intent in the air was already so strong that even some of the Seven Realm powerhouses in the crowd who were truly cultivating beyond the palace maid surnamed Rong were shocked.

It turns out that a person's killing intent can be so strong and powerful.

This is the sword intent in the "Hate Heaven Sword Sutra", and the love that has been accumulated for many years carries the strongest hatred, creating an unimaginable killing intent.

One after another, sword qi shining with porcelain-like sword light fell towards Ding Ning's body.

The air in front of these sword qi turned black, and the rubble around Ding Ning's body continued to explode, turning into countless fine powders, and then gathered by the powerful impact force, forming some terrifying black strips.

This is the gap in absolute power.

It was absolutely impossible for Ding Ning to block such a sword.

Even Jing Liuli felt that it was impossible for Ding Ning to block such a sword.

Everyone felt that it was impossible for Ding Ning to block such a sword as Gong Nu Rong, just as from the beginning of this battle, everyone felt that it was absolutely impossible to defeat the Six Realms when they first entered the Five Realms.

But everyone wants to see a miracle.

Then Ding Ning let people see miracles.

He had begun to cough up blood, but his face was still calm.

The breath in his body was squeezed by the powerful force, and it was extremely difficult but accurate to seep into the iron box behind him.

The surface of the iron box was already covered with many scorch marks under the scorching red smoke and hot sand just now, but at this moment, these scorch marks suddenly turned black, as if ink was flowing out of it.

There was a faint and lofty aura emanating from the iron box, but the moment this breath gushed out, Ding Ning stopped coughing up blood and his breath became smooth.

Because the powerful squeezing force brought by those sword qi has all been eliminated.

A lot of pure white light shot out from the cracks in the iron box, without a trace of impurities.

Even those sword qi came to a standstill.

In the surrounding world of Ding Ning, it seemed that a white picture scroll suddenly unfolded, imprisoning a qiē in it.

Everyone was shocked.

Even Huang Zhenwei, who was on the corner tower recently, opened his eyes wide in shock, not understanding what the iron box behind Ding Ning was with such a powerful aura.

The palace maid surnamed Rong paused.

Not from shock, but from the air in front of her that was almost frozen.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, the ink in the scorched marks on the surface of the iron box faded, and a long scroll of ink flew out of the iron box behind him.

Boom.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

The whole sky completely changed to the color of the ink painting, black and white.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong shook violently, and her ears were covered with blood.

There was an extra sword light in the black and white sky, like a bolt of lightning.

It was Ding Ning's flying sword that he didn't know where to hide.

A heavy rain fell.

Countless rain lines with sharp sword intent fell, exploding countless splashes a few feet outside the body of the palace maid surnamed Rong, unable to cause real damage to the palace maid surnamed Rong, but it made her sword qi almost stop in the air.

The scorching sun in the sky was obscured by dark clouds.

There is a white crescent moon generated.

All the rain lines began to freeze, and the white rain lines turned into blue-black ice lines.

Everyone watching the game from the sidelines felt the cold.

The ice line began to shatter, and then a lot of cold sword qi appeared inside, flying wantonly, cutting on the sword qi of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong began to tremble violently.

The porcelain-like aura outside of her began to shake, and then she began to cough lightly, coughing up blood.

"It's a fragment of the Zhou Family's Ink Garden!"

Many people finally reacted completely and exclaimed.

Jing Ruri finally regained her breath and felt some pain in the broken part of her lips.

The fragment of the Zhou Family's Ink Garden was famous throughout Changling, but no one had ever thought that a cultivator would be able to use this thing to fight like this.

However, the miracle displayed by Ding Ning has not stopped.

He looked up.

The flying sword flying in the sky was suddenly covered with blue-black ice, and a long arc was drawn in the air.

That arc is like all the missing parts of a crescent, filling in the crescent moon to perfection.

Bang.

All the vitality that permeated the body of the palace maid surnamed Rong began to explode.

The fragments that flew out of the iron box behind Ding Ning began to shatter, and began to decompose along each ink line, there was no flame, but countless debris flew out along the talisman, but it seemed to be burning.

The palace maid surnamed Rong at the center of the explosion let out a terrible and terrifying howl.

A cloud of blood mist also exploded from her mouth, and her entire body was blown off the ground by an irresistible force, and she fell backwards and fell to the ground without a track.

There was another bang.

A deep crater appeared in the ground, like a meteorite thrown out.

From the center of the pit shot out terrifying dust flames, mixed with scarlet qi and blood.

There was a dead silence in the surrounding streets.

The palace maid surnamed Rong slowly stood up from the center of the deep pit.

The porcelain-like luster on her body had vanished, and her skin was covered with shocking wounds.

Her face was swollen as well, and blood was oozing from the corners of her lips.

After a moment of pause, she began to scream again with a terrible and angry howl.

Not only because of the pain and injuries, but also because she had lost the trace of Ding Ning in front of her.

The ashes of the Ink Garden's fragments were still floating in the sky.

The black ashes covered the sky like a black snow, but the reflected luster was like white paper, and the space was so fragmented that it seemed impossible for the eye to penetrate.

Ding Ning is no longer in that place.

Even the iron box behind him was no longer in the rubble.

He didn't continue to take the opportunity to attack, but chose to continue to disappear and continue to play hide and seek with her.

......

Just as the palace maid surnamed Rong was really hit hard and let out a terrible and angry howl again, an old man with white hair like ginseng was walking slowly in the direction of the tea garden.

He is the Confucianism that Huang Zhenwei is worried about.

Changling does not have a city wall, but he himself is one of the invisible city walls of Changling.

Today, there are thousands of empty alleys, and all the attention is shifted to the place where Ding Ning and the palace maid surnamed Rong are fighting, so other places will naturally neglect to take precautions, and it is easy to breed unusual things.

He is a truly wise man, so he naturally needs to be prepared in advance.

At this time, he had already felt the killing intent of the woman in Yunshui Palace, he was no longer on the high place on the corner tower, but chose to be very close to Bai Shanshui, that is, he didn't want to have any more accidents, and he didn't want to let this woman get away again.

The black sword light still spun like a spinning top, and lightly flew out all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Cyclones that fell on it.

It's like hitting a real spinning top, no matter how powerful the force is, it only makes the top spin faster.

This is an unassailable defensive sword momentum, and the power of the same Seven Realms cannot be broken through at all.

However, looking at Xu Yanqin's sword momentum, Bai Shanshui, who knew that the battle between him and Xu Yanqin must have been noticed by some top powerhouses in Changling, smiled instead.

In the sky, a drop of crystal water fell from an endless high altitude.

By the time it was close to the ground, the sparkling drops of water had turned into a long river, a long river that lay horizontally.

This long river is like a huge palm slapping down.

The point where the power of the black gyro is made is originally at the bottom.

As the power of the slap above fell, the power of Xu Yanqin's sword momentum pressed down, and the two huge forces instantly tore through the surface below, instantly drilling a huge hole.

There was the sound of surging water in the depths below.

Bai Shanshui and Xu Yanqin fell.

Xu Yanqin let out an angry shout, accompanied by Bai Shanshui's wild and uninhibited silver bell-like laughter.