Emperor Yuanwu's sea of knowledge set off huge waves.

His mood was shaken, Ding Ning's perfect sword intent had no intention of imitating at all, in his perception, it was the person in the past who cast such a sword in battle.

A strongest emotion was drawn from the depths of his heart.

The strongest emotion is deep fear.

The years that have maintained him and Zheng Sleeve have made him tolerant of everything Zheng Sleeve has done, not because of his fiery love for Zheng Sleeve, but because of the fear of the recurrence of the Nine Dead Silkworms and the Grinding Stone Sword Technique.

He knew better than anyone how terrible that person was, especially the last battle of that person in Changling, he saw the whole process from a distance, compared to the strong people who were killed by that person back then, he was not necessarily too good. He was even sure that if that person hadn't killed so many top powerhouses, maybe this was not the first time he had crossed the Seven Realms and entered the Eight Realms in this world.

So he wasn't just worried about the spread of that person and the deeds of the Bashan Sword Field and burned the history books, but the bigger reason was that he was afraid of that person deep in his heart, so he didn't want to hear that person's name and remember that person's power.

The strength of that person has accompanied him throughout his life, from a coerced prince to now the strongest emperor in the world, this fear is also a part of his body, from the depths of his soul, and it is impossible to control at all.

The vitality in his body was also shaken, and he couldn't stop the arrival of Donghu Seng's staff, but after all, he was the only powerhouse of the Eight Realms in the world at this time, and he knew the rules of vitality that the Seven Realms could not understand.

When the force of the rod was about to shatter his flesh, a light appeared on his forehead.

A unique Yuan Qi in his body turned into a beam of light and shot out into the sky, causing Yuan Qi to be sensed in the extremely high altitude without any time difference.

There was a majestic aura in the sky.

This vitality is above the air layer, and in the words of the cultivator's world, it is beyond this heaven and earth, from the starry sky.

The power of the starry sky is impossible for ordinary cultivators to sense and communicate at all, because the limit of the spiritual power of a cultivator is impossible to clearly perceive the rules of vitality in such a high starry sky, so ordinary cultivators call the vitality outside this heaven and earth the Lonely Cold Vitality, which cannot be used. Only the unique exercises practiced by a very small number of people, such as Zheng Sleeve, can use some means to refract a corner of the starry sky like a mirror, so as to perceive some of the rules of Yuan Qi and use the power of Yuan Qi in it.

However, when it comes to the Eight Realms, it is different.

In the records of some classics in the cultivator's world, the Eight Realms can break through this limitation, although they can't peek into a certain corner of the starry sky like those exercises, but they can instantly draw terrifying vitality from the edge of the intersection of heaven and earth and the starry sky for their own use.

This kind of realm is like opening another heaven and earth, so the seven realms of the cultivator's world are called moving mountains, and the eight realms are called Qitian.

When Yuan Wu completely used such power at this time, the picture that fell into everyone's eyes was also like a real Qitian, a huge silver beam of light fell from the high altitude that his eyes couldn't even reach, and fell on the staff that hit his chest.

In the majestic silver beam, the staff was as small as a cow's hair.

The strange and completely different vitality of the cultivators of this world bound this staff, and the suspended staff was in the silver light, as if it was constantly refining, emitting wisps of purple-red smoke.

Seeing that the tip of the staff and Yuan Wu's body were only a few feet apart, but they could not be touched, and even the vitality of this divine object was being worn out, gradually out of his control, but the face of Donghu Seng was still like a dry bark without any change.

This staff was only half the power of his blow, and half of the power was in his hand.

The ground under him caved down, and his figure turned into a faint shadow of smoke in the air, and he held this transparent long sword in his hand, and at this moment, he also reached Yuan Wu's side, and a sword was sideways to Yuan Wu's sea of qi.

Night Owl and Sima Cuo changed color at the same time, and they couldn't imagine how this sword could be dissolved.

Sometimes the victory or defeat of a battle is not only about the level of the realm, but also about the time.

Yuan Wu's previous mood swings were too violent, and now this sword is a time that he can't take care of.

They didn't even dare to think about what the whole world would become if Emperor Yuanwu died here.

However, at this moment, the Donghu monk, who was second only to Yuanwu in cultivation, sensed something before them and raised his head slightly.

A faint white line of fire had fallen in the sky.

It's a spark.

The starfire was filled with powerful and indifferent sword intent.

There was a soft snort.

Donghu Monk let go of the transparent long sword, and he retreated to his original position.

A little pale light appeared on the transparent long sword, and then it was pierced by this spark and burned violently.

Then there was a loud bang.

A violent explosion occurred again in front of Yuan Wu's body, and the ground within a radius of more than ten zhang was blown into powder.

Yuan Wu retreated more than ten zhang, there was no wound on his body, but his face was a few points pale.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, took a deep breath.

That spark naturally came from Zheng Sleeve.

Every time she saw such a spark, she was always uncontrollable angry.

At this moment, she vaguely hoped that the spark would fall on Yuan Wu's body, but this pair of adulterers and adulteresses in her eyes had the same fear in their hearts, but this sword was the sword that blocked the victory of Donghu monks.

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Ding Ning's mouth.

No matter how many steps Emperor Yuanwu took back, no matter how many injuries he suffered, as long as Emperor Yuanwu was still alive, he was still the most powerful existence in this world, and they would never be able to escape the shadow of death.

And he knew very well that from this moment on, their situation would be even more difficult.

Yuan Wu can still take a wrong step, but as long as they take a wrong step, they will only be greeted by death.

Because at this time, Sima Cuo, Night Stalker and the others had already determined that Yuan Wu alone would not be able to solve this battle at all.

The wind roared, accompanied by countless white snow and ice.

The Grandmaster who appeared with the Night Stalker had already struck first.

This grandmaster didn't have any reputation in Changling, and even Ding Ning didn't know where he came from, but what he cultivated was also an extremely cold sword intent, which even made Ding Ning feel a taste of Minshan sword snow.

That kind of cold is not as cold as the deep cold of the Nine Nether King Sword, but the sharpness is not as good as that.

When this grandmaster unleashed his sword with an extremely dignified face, the moment the white and flawless long sword in his hand was swung, thousands of white ice swords had already appeared in the heaven and earth in front of him.

These ice swords, together with the powerful power released by the natal sword in his hand, formed a huge snow-white stegosaurus, which danced wildly in the air and rushed down, devouring the eldest grandson Qianxue in one gulp.

In the sky above the snow-white stegosaurus, there was a pitch-black shadow.

The figure of the night owl disappeared, but a black crescent moon fell from the sky with a terrifying killing intent.

Sima Cuo naturally would not give up this excellent opportunity to make a move, a low scream burst out of his mouth, and the vitality on his body seemed to be feminine, but at this time, he burst out with the most violent and violent power.

In his hand, a wide and broken gray broadsword appeared, the sword took the sword intent, and the massive heaven and earth vitality was forcibly gathered into a crystal sword wall, slashing down towards the eldest grandson Qianxue.

None of the Seven Realms could withstand the combination of such three powerhouses, even the Eastern Hu Monk might not be able to.

The eldest grandson Qianxue also knew that she couldn't, her body unconsciously headed towards Ding Ning, just wanting to be closer at this moment.

"Cowardice!"

"Kill this Minshan Sword Snow first. ”

However, Ding Ning's cold voice had already reached Donghu Seng and her ears.

"Cowardice" is a killing move practiced by Donghu monks.

At this time, there was no need to say much, Donghu Monk was aware of it, and his hands stretched out to the sky in front of him.

The staff that trembled in the silver pillar of light spun and danced wildly, instantly bringing out thousands of golden lights, breaking away from the shackles of the silver pillar of light, and smashing towards Emperor Yuanwu.

Ding Ning didn't know the name of the cultivator who cast the Snow White Sword Dragon, but at this time, when he said to the eldest grandson Qianxue, he replaced it with the words "Minshan Sword Snow", and the eldest grandson Qianxue stopped thinking at all, and the Nine Nether King Sword disappeared in her hand, turning into countless gray-black grains.

The eldest grandson Qianxue and Ding Ning have lived in seclusion together in Changling for many years, and she doesn't want to think about it many times, and she has absolute trust in Ding Ning.

At this time, she didn't care about the night owl and Sima Cuo's killing moves, and all her strength surged towards the cultivator.

Gray-black ice crystal particles traveled through the air, colliding with thousands of white swords.

In an instant, countless snow-white flowers burst into bloom.

The unknown cultivator was shocked, and countless snow-white flowers seemed to form a huge white flower tree in front of him, but those gray-black grains had already been thrown out and re-stacked into swords.

There was infinite fear gushing out of this cultivator's eyes, he couldn't believe that it was also the sword intent of the cultivation of extreme cold, he was completely unable to block the other party's blow, and the most important thing was that he couldn't believe that the eldest grandson Qianxue actually ignored the other two killing intents, and all his strength was poured into this sword.

With a pop, the Nine Nether King Sword stabbed into his chest.

At this moment, the Nine Nether King Sword returned into countless gray-black ice crystal particles, which radiated from his body.

His body disintegrated in an instant, turning into countless ice chips that splattered out.

This powerful grandmaster disappeared from the world.

At the same time, however, the black crescent moon and the wall-like crystal knife had fallen on the eldest grandson, Qianxue.

It's also a time she can't fight back and defend.

She waited quietly and looked at Ding Ning.

Ding Ning stood quietly in place and drew his sword.