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It's also his strongest sword to date.

When his sword intent began to form, and the power summoned from heaven and earth began to condense, forming a true killing intent, many grandmasters in the world sensed it.

Including the white landscape in Chudi.

Including Mr. Zhao Si, who had just recovered his natal sword.

These two great masters felt at the same time, and they couldn't help but silently think that there was anyone else in this world who could withstand such a sword.

Their opinion represents the opinion of all the sensed masters.

This kind of killing intent made the grandmasters who were far away feel awe and felt inexplicable palpitations.

In the eyes of all of them, the appearance of this sword could only mean the end of the battle between Ding Ning and Zheng Sleeve.

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The Great Torture Sword in Ding Ning's hand lifted up into the endless starry sky.

The ground in front of him cracked silently.

A ghostly aura from the depths of the earth gushed out from the separated land, carrying countless black grains of sand, as if a door had been opened in hell, waiting for Zheng Sleeve to come.

An incomparably huge sword shadow rose out of the ground and swept towards Zheng Sleeve, who had already flown into the air.

A muffled snort came out of Zheng Sleeve's mouth.

The starlight outside her shook violently.

The starlight that spilled from the endless void became extremely dazzling at this moment, forming a pillar of light hundreds of zhang wide.

Under the extreme light, Ding Ning's sword shadow appeared even more gloomy and dark.

Starlight is like a wire that keeps cracking.

The broken starlight beam did not scatter, but waved wildly around the periphery of the pillar of light like a broken chain.

In Changling City, the corner towers and city walls connected to the stars in the sky and the starlight outside Zheng Sleeve at this time began to shake violently.

The dust between the eaves and in the cracks of the city walls began to fall like snow.

The vast majority of people in Changling City didn't know what was happening at this time.

Under their horrified gaze, the newly built majestic city wall could not withstand such a vibration of qi at first, and cracks began to appear.

The cracks spread across the walls at an alarming speed with a terrifying sound, and then the cracks saw rubble fall, followed by even larger rubble.

Section by section of the city wall began to crumble.

Then there was the crack in the corner tower.

The circle in the center of the tower began to crumble.

The starlight overflowed, flowing out of the circle like flowing water, seeping out of the wall along the cracks in the corner tower.

All the corner towers of Changling were ignited by this terrible light.

Ding Ning's hands were extremely stable.

Even though the skin on his hands began to crack, and blood continued to flow down his wrists into the sleeves of his clothes, the Netherworld Sword Intent brought out by his Great Torture Sword was still moving forward steadily.

Countless broken starlight struck the giant Nether Sword Shadow like chains.

In the center of the starlight beam, Zheng Sleeve, who felt this firm cutting intention, suddenly screamed wildly.

She's done it all.

At this time, she couldn't control her fate and life and death for the first time when she walked out of Jiaodong County and entered Changling, she was like a powerless fish placed on the board, and she could only be decided by the Changling Circle and the sword in Ding Ning's hand.

She knew very well the power of the magic circle, but she couldn't imagine that Ding Ning's sword was still advancing, and it was still breaking through the huge power that wrapped her.

Ding Ning's body shook backwards and flew out.

It's a confrontation that can't be described in words.

In his perception, the huge coercion of this magic circle seemed to completely crush his body in the next moment.

However, at this moment, he also let out a loud roar.

With his roar, the Great Punishment Sword in his hand turned into a thorn, and the several strands of True Yuan in his body that had been continuously compressed turned into the sharpest sword qi in the world, bursting out from the tip of the Great Punishment Sword.

The crystal sword qi was squeezed into droplets, and then quickly solidified.

Click.

This sword qi was broken, but it had already pierced through the layers of starlight and broken inside the pillar of light.

This section of sword qi swirled in front of Zheng Sleeve and swept in front of her.

At the same time, Ding Ning's left hand had also pointed upwards.

All the remaining power in his body followed his fingers, converging in the remnant sword.

The sword of the last flower exploded, and the hilt of the sword exploded.

With a crazy aura, with an indescribable aura of jade burning, this remnant small sword passed through the starlight rift that was about to close, and stabbed into Zheng Sleeve's heart like lightning again!

There was a crackling sound.

A stream of blood splattered at the tip of the sword.

This remnant sword was bathed in blood, and even the fine white flowers on the sword looked extremely delicate.

Zheng Sleeve's figure faded into the sky at this moment.

Between the blades of the sword, there was an afterimage of a palm like white jade.

The palm of the hand was pierced and cut open.

This picture stayed in Ding Ning's eyes for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant.

All the starlight that fell from the sky also disappeared in this instant.

The starlight condensed like a chain shattered one after another, turning into countless brilliant points of light, floating like silver dust between the heavens and the earth.

The afterimage of Zheng Sleeve also scattered in the silver dust in the sky, giving people the feeling that she had also turned into countless silver dust, disappeared into this heaven and earth, and her vitality returned to the starry sky.

Ding Ning slowly withdrew the Great Punishment Sword.

He's exhausted.

He knew that Zheng Sleeve was not assassinated by him with a sword.

......

The starlight vanishes.

Zheng Sleeve's naked body was drawn into the air that was difficult for cultivators to reach.

Her snow-white skin was instantly swallowed up by the cold and the extinguishing star vitality into a blue-gray color, and then covered with a dull layer of frost.

In the next moment, she fell into the boundless darkness and flew to the ground along the descending Yuan Qi channel.

She did fall into the Qin realm.

However, she knew that the final loss of control of the magic circle did not allow her to return to Changling City.

The only thing fortunately is that she is still alive.

When she regained consciousness, she felt extremely cold.

She lay down in the mire of the wilderness.

In her somewhat blurred vision, she saw that there were countless black hurricanes in the sky and countless stars and flames formed by the vitality of the stars, moving in all directions like a dragon.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the clouds was disturbed and uneasy, and bursts of thunder were released.

She felt lucky for the first time.

Then she suddenly felt some excessive coldness on her left cheek, colder than all the rest of her body.

This coldness penetrated deep into the marrow of her face, deep into her perception.

Her hand lifted with difficulty, and subconsciously landed there.

Then what she touched was not cold.

But it's hot and humid.

There was hot blood flowing down from there, and it was quickly frozen by the cold breath outside of his body.

And where her fingers touched, the flesh was missing, only bones.

Her breathing came to a halt.

She was like a frozen puppet, her fingers completely stiff on the bones she touched, not moving for long periods of time.

At this time, she didn't notice at all that her other hand that had not been raised, and there was a sword wound on the palm of her hand, which almost separated her entire palm.