Whether it was Xuanyue or the boundless wind and rain, they were all forcibly blocked by the sword intent he used at this time.

However, what could not get close to his body was only Xuanyue and the wind and rain itself, and the shocks when the powerful force hedged could not be discarded outward, and they were all transmitted to him.

Because of this, Gu Huai let out an extremely angry shout.

In the midst of his loud shouts, a huge roar erupted from his body, like two monstrous giant wolves colliding together in his body, overflowing with a bang.

Countless folds suddenly appeared on his smooth jade-like face, and there was a crystal light flying out of these folds, each light was like a shattered sword intent and sword intent.

Gu Huai's eyes were full of disbelief and pain, and he lowered his head to look at his body.

A wound appeared on his abdomen, and the blood was pouring wildly, and the internal organs could be faintly visible.

There were many tiny flying debris floating on the internal organs, shining with some black light, like dust raised in the wasteland.

This wound was torn open from the inside out, not caused by anyone present, but from Tang Xin from the previous battle.

Although he killed Tang Xin with the help of Zheng Sleeve's power, making Tang Xin like an occasional passerby in the wasteland to him, it left him with great trauma both in his will and physically.

Even if he had absorbed some spiritual rain, the spiritual rain had already stopped when he reached the center of this ancestral land, so under this internal and external pressure, the injuries brought to him by the Sword God Emperor Tang Xin first broke out.

Looking at Gu Huai, who was screaming angrily, Zhan Maha's eyes were full of pity.

Ever since the unparalleled wind and rain sword intent appeared, he knew that Gu Huai was already certain to die.

A legend of the Bashan Sword Field died in such a simple way, even he was a little incredible, and even a little sympathetic.

Yet he remained vigilant.

......

Gu Huai knew his situation at this time better than anyone present, but the emotions that filled his body at this time, except for anger, were still unbelievable.

Like many people who are about to die, they never believe that they are about to die.

It's just that whether he believes it or not, he knows that he is going to die.

He looked up at Ding Ning.

Except for the strange middle-aged man who was connected to the purple jade giant tree and had fallen to the ground again in the hedge of the sword intent at this time, everyone understood his mind before he died.

A black dot appeared in the sky.

And then it became a mountain.

There was a sound of cracking along the way, and I don't know if it was the sound of the temple being suppressed and shattered, or the sound of the void being torn apart.

This sword mountain followed his gaze and fell towards Ding Ning.

"The last thing you want to do before you die, or do you want to take me to the funeral, who is it good for you to do this?"

"Did I ask you to come here and kill me?"

"You're going to die, do you still care what she and Yuan Wu mean, do you still care that I may be better than you in the future?"

"You don't want to keep me and see what I can do to her and Yuanwu?"

Ding Ning looked up at the sword mountain.

The shadow and coercion of the Sword Mountain firmly enveloped him.

The sword after this Spirit Void Sword Sect Sect Master was sure that he would die, even without Zheng Sleeve's help, was still unimaginably powerful, even stronger than the sword intent against Tang Xin at the beginning.

All the killing intent of this sword was in Ding Ning, but Ding Ning just calmly looked at the sword mountain that landed from the sky, and kept saying sarcastically.

Gu Huai's body trembled inexplicably.

Not due to his injury, but due to his violent mood swings.

Just Ding Ning's first sentence had already had a great impact on his mood, causing his sword intent to fluctuate.

The sword intent of this sword is no longer perfect.

But no matter how imperfect it is, it is still a sword of the sect master of the Spirit Void Sword Sect, and it is still a sword mountain sword.

Zhan Maha's gaze was fixed on the sword mountain.

As soon as the Sword Mountain Sword appeared in the sky, the moment it was determined that the killing intent enveloped Ding Ning, a dark scimitar had already appeared in his hands.

There were countless mottled marks on this scimitar, like a badly weathered agate, but in every mottled mark that was bent like a horse's hoof, it was like the most holy moonlight shining out.

At this time, when Gu Huai's sword intent wavered, Zhan Maha also made a choice, his hands clenched the hilt of this scimitar, and let out a sharp roar.

This sword was like awakening and absorbing the soul of the cyan dragon that had just died here, and in the chaotic wind, there was a real dragon shadow that soared into the sky and slammed into the side of the sword mountain sword.

He didn't want to resist this sword, he just wanted to change the place where this sword fell.

As he wished, the Sword Mountain Sword let out an unimaginable roar in the air, and began to shift, and in the air above, more crackling sounds sounded continuously, and countless smaller black dots fell like rain, and the mountain walls collapsed from top to bottom.

However, this is just the beginning.

The sword mountain sword fell diagonally, and the sword body and the mountain wall collided together.

The entire ancestral mountain began to shake, and cracks appeared along the sword body.

It's just that no one cares about that.

Although the sword body of the Sword Mountain Sword was skewed, a fierce killing intent still fell down a rune of the Sword Mountain Sword and still fell towards Ding Ning.

......

Li Xixing's face became extremely pale.

He knew that he couldn't stop a sword intent.

In front of this sword intent, he was probably as small as a fly under the tip of the sword, and even dying could not change the momentum of the fall of the tip of the sword.

However, he still looked up and resolutely swung his fanged sword upwards.

An invisible wall connected all his strength and will.

However, at this time, there was a person by Ding Ning's side who was faster than him.

Naturally, this person can only be Shen Xuan.

Because of the hindrance of the war Maha, he didn't even have time to think about it.

He knew that if he blocked this sword again, he would definitely be injured and injured, and even very likely to die directly.

But he didn't make a move, and no one present could prevent Ding Ning from being killed.

So it's a big gamble.

A big gamble with your life.

"The Li family?"

He thought about it for a moment and decided to take a gamble.

Because if you live like this... There's no point in living.

He drew his sword.

A cloud of scarlet blood mist rose up, as if all the blood that had been floating in the Great Floating Water Prison for so many years had been brought up by his sword, surging towards the sword intent of the town.

Li Xixing's body shook.

He didn't feel too much force oppression, because this sword intent had already collided with Gu Huai's sword intent before him.

Titicaca ...

Countless bone cracking sounds rang out in Shen Xuan's body.

The sound was accompanied by an even more subtle sound of flesh tearing.

Shen Xuan laughed bleakly.

He felt like he had lost his bet.

The shattering of bones does not necessarily mean death, but the tearing of meridians and internal organs makes it impossible for even a strong person like Gu Huai to live.

A strong man like Gu Huai, even if he had imperfect battle intent in the end, was enough to kill him in a hard fight, as if he had endured this last killing intent for Ding Ning.

He smiled dismally, looked at Ding Ning, and even began to think that all this was just Ding Ning's perfect setup.

Because any of Ding Ning's performances before this were too perfect, and everything seemed to be as he thought.

"You won the bet. ”

However, at this moment, Ding Ning said this to him.

Then he whispered, "Whether or not we end up dying here, at least you won't die now."

Ding Ning's hand fell on him at this moment.

Shen Xuan heard countless shredded voices.

It was like an auditory hallucination before death, but the voice came from Ding Ning's body.

Then he felt countless tiny threads drift into his body.

This feeling was like a lot of tiny things in Ding Ning's body spit out silk threads and spilled into his body.

In the next moment, however, the threads turned to rain.

"What is this?"

He was shocked, not only because of the strong vitality contained in this rain, but also because of the silk threads themselves.