Such a four-person team, even if they are all cultivators of the Six Realms, is already a decapitation team that can forcibly raid and kill the Seven Realms on the battlefield. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Four Seven Realm cultivators who were able to form such a perfect killing array could probably kill any enemy Seven Realms on the battlefield.

However, when these four killing intents fell on Ding Ning, none of the Lin Zhuanjiu and others on the shore had any intention of making a move.

Because the opponent of these four medicine slaves is Ding Ning, and Ding Ning is an existence that cannot be compared to any of the Seven Realms.

In Changling City back then, such an attack and killing team was nothing at all.

So at this time, in Lin Zhujiu's eyes, there was even a long-lost emotion, a flash of hope.

No one has ever had such perfect sword intent as Wang Jingmeng, when he first saw Wang Jingmeng and saw Wang Jingmeng's sword, he was amazed.

In the many battles that followed, watching Wang Jingmeng's opponents and watching his many sword styles was an indescribable enjoyment for a cultivator like him.

And now, he hadn't seen such a sword in many years.

The shadow of the shield and the tip of the spear covered Ding Ning on the white beach, firmly locking Ding Ning's qi, and the two Seven Realms Medicine Slaves sensed all the subtle changes in Ding Ning's body and judged some of his possible movements.

Ding Ning moved at this moment, and he turned sideways without any tricks, facing the tip of the spear that came first.

When his body moved, the first thing to change was the attendant, and the water vapor between the surrounding heaven and earth quickly gathered towards the huge horned bow in his hand, and the crystal water droplets contracted from both ends of the bow body, converging between his fingers, condensing into a crystal water arrow.

This crystal water arrow rippled with terrifying vitality fluctuations, and the air continued to emit the sound of phoenix chirping.

Ding Ning was a little surprised, raised his head and glanced at the horned bow in the medicine slave's hand, but at this glance, the medicine slave was stunned.

He could lock Ding Ning's position, but he couldn't make a move.

Because the position that Ding Ning was standing in at this time was in a corner under the shield, which was a dead angle that his arrows could not reach.

Ding Ning simply turned to one side and walked forward, and he had already blocked his move.

Then Ding Ning took out his sword.

An exceptionally simple sword.

The natal aura poured out of his hand and turned into a great torture sword.

A few wisps of violent vitality appeared in the air, turning into a strange brilliance, and quickly attached to the blade of the Great Torture Sword.

The blade of the Great Punishment Sword seemed to instantly become thinner and sharper.

Then his sword was cut into the tip of the spear that had stabbed him, and then to the shield.

The gun is broken, the shield is broken.

This sword only accurately locked the qi of the spear shield, without any tricks.

The tip of the spear broke off and fell on Ding Ning's side, and Ding Ning passed through the cut shield and brushed past the two medicine slaves.

His sword swept by, and the heads of the two medicine slaves floated up.

There are only two of the four medicine slaves left.

The medicine slave with the water arrow in his fingertips did not hesitate, he let go of the water arrow between his fingers, and then pulled out the long knife on his back with his backhand.

In his subconscious, the distance between Ding Ning and him was too close, and at this distance, any slight body movement of the cultivator could easily avoid the direct attack of the arrow.

However, in his opinion, such an arrow could still buy him a certain amount of time, not to mention that in front of him, there was a flying sword that brought out countless sword shadows.

Bang.

This arrow was shot out without any sharp sound of breaking through the air, but with a loud bang, and the arrow instantly turned into a water dragon and rushed towards Ding Ning.

The dark green flying sword fell from the sky, and countless sword shadows were mixed together, as if there were countless peacock feathers falling.

Ding Ning raised his head slightly, he looked at the countless sword shadows, and the sword in his hand lifted up.

There was a crisp crackling sound in the dull loud sound of the water dragon breaking through the air.

As soon as the sword shadow in the sky was closed, where Ding Ning's sword light fell, the dark green flying sword revealed its true body, turning into two pieces of severed residual swords, falling desolate like a severed dragonfly.

At the same time, Ding Ning's body had already passed by the water dragon, and a sword slashed towards the medicine slave who had just pulled out the long knife behind his back.

It is said to be a chop, but in fact it is more like a stroke.

Because the movements of Ding Ning's sword were too smooth and light, and this medicine slave was at the end of the tip of his sword.

This sword gives people the feeling that even if the tip of the sword is slashed on the body, it will only leave a shallow wound, but the medicine slave facing Ding Ning's sword does not feel this way at all.

He intuitively felt that the momentum of the long knife in his hand was no longer able to block a sword at all, and with a sound from the depths of his body's qi sea, his left hand pulled out the short knife at his waist, and also sealed towards the tip of Ding Ning's sword.

Ding Ning's gaze fell on him.

His sword momentum didn't change, and the sword light cut between the gaps between the two blades.

The medicine slave's body froze.

He watched as the tip of Ding Ning's sword slashed across his chest.

There was only a faint red mark left at the tip of the sword, but in the next moment, there was a continuous sneer between the red marks, and the sword qi continued to penetrate deeper into his body. His body was cut like a thin piece of paper.

The last medicine slave was coughing up blood.

His natal sword was cut off in an instant, causing serious trauma to his sea of qi.

Ding Ning put away his sword, and his gaze fell on the center of the medicine slave's eyebrows.

A red dot appeared on the center of the medicine slave's eyebrows.

A drop of blood splattered in the air was driven by the blade of his sword as he collected his sword, and shot down on the center of the medicine slave's eyebrows.

The power of this drop of blood was not very strong, but it was fatal enough for a cultivator whose natal object had been destroyed and the true element in his body was still violently shaken.

A soft pop sounded from the back of the medicine slave's head.

A cloud of blood surged from the back of his head, and the medicine slave's body fell limply to the ground.

Ding stood quietly.

The bodies of four medicine slaves were scattered around him.

Looking at such a picture, Lin Cookjiu sighed infinitely.

Even the cultivators of the Seven Realms, under such a perfect sword momentum, were extremely vulnerable, and they seemed to be no different from low-level cultivators.

The former Wang Jingmeng was so powerful.

In other words, Ding Ning is stronger now.

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Lin Boiled Wine and Zhang 15 and the eldest grandson Qianxue went ashore.

They followed behind Ding Ning, through white sand and a mangrove forest, to the floating island building.

They couldn't really see it in the white mist in the distance, and now they saw six rooms standing in front of them, six separate huge storehouses.

These six huge storerooms are all made of gloomy wood from the sea, which cannot be corroded by the sea breeze, but exudes the smell of time.

Each storeroom is huge, like a UFO ship stranded on the island.