Ding Ning looked at her calmly, he didn't even move, and countless sword qi swirling around his body appeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There seemed to be a gap between these sword qi, but behind the gap was still an extremely thin sword qi.

Wisps of sparkling swords slammed into these sword qi, crushing them like grains of rice thrown into a grinding disc, turning into insignificant clusters of flowing flames.

The tiny white flowers on the remnant sword of the last flower are living and dying, and the silver flames formed by these sparkless swords are also constantly blooming and disappearing.

This is his grinding stone sword intent, the strongest defensive sword style in the world.

It was even stronger than the sword that Zheng Sleeve knew about back then.

However, whether it was Zheng Sleeve or Ding Ning, seeing these Starfire Swords being blocked by this sword intent, their expressions did not change in the slightest.

Zheng Sleeve knew that he couldn't kill Ding Ning with this blow, and Ding Ning also knew that Zheng Sleeve was not just such a blow.

While the silver flames were still living and dying around Ding Ning's body, Zheng Sleeve's mind fell on the small sword that was drifting in the void and constantly wrapped and tempered in the pale starfire.

The little sword began to fall.

It instantly broke through the vitality of this heaven and earth, and with the starlight, it officially broke into this world in an instant.

With a bang, the heavens and the earth shook.

A circle of silver light spread out between the clouds and in all directions.

It was like a ring-shaped mountain appeared in the sky.

And in the center of this mountain, there is a vacuum area of vitality, and only a lonely and indifferent sword light is falling wildly.

The starlight wrapped in this sword light had an inexplicable connection with the silver flames outside Ding Ning's body, and when it was still high in the air, there were countless wisps of starlight that were visible to the naked eye, like flowing water, which had been connected from the sword to these silver flames outside Ding Ning's body.

The sword filaments swimming outside Ding Ning's body began to crack.

He frowned, and quickly reacted to how Zheng Sleeve's sword light had such power.

A terrifying air pressure began to ripple out from his sea of qi, but at this moment, he sensed something interesting, his frown instantly loosened, and the terrifying natal power that was about to gush out of his sea of qi also disappeared.

In the depths of Zheng Sleeve's pupils, which were pale and whitened by the pale sparks, a little fiery red light appeared.

This is like the deepest sword core of the small sword.

She even hid this sword from Yuan Wu, she kept it for one day when she needed to use it when she needed to face such a break with Yuan Wu, she didn't expect that she would be forced out so early.

Zhao Jianlu's true fire is the fiercest fire in this world, and her spark is from outside this heaven and earth, absolute silence, when these two extreme and absolutely different flames are forcibly fused together, it will definitely produce an extremely terrifying power, she firmly believes that it is enough to break through Ding Ning's defense.

It's just that in addition to Ding Ning, there is another person in this world who doesn't think like this at this time.

There is a woman in this world who is smaller than her, but she has always been respectfully called sir.

She is Mr. Zhao Si of Zhao Jianlu.

This sword was originally her natal sword.

Zhao Jianlu's person is so arrogant, especially when she follows in the footsteps of her mentor, and finally truly understands and reaches the realm that her mentor can achieve back then, and is even surpassing, how can she not take back this sword with her own hands?

When this sword, which contained all the hopes of Zheng Sleeve, fell into this world, it was also the moment when she retracted her sword.

Mr. Zhao Si smiled proudly.

The rocky ground beneath her feet began to melt with the aura emanating from her body, turning into hot lava.

The little sword that had fallen wildly became extremely clear in her perception.

The red light in the deepest part of the sword fetus began to spread outward.

"Come back!"

She snorted!

The voice was not loud, but it was fierce.

Not only the true element in her body, but even the spirit and vitality seemed to be completely burned at this moment, completely connected to the small sword.

There was a thud of "poof".

The ring-shaped Yuanqi Mountain in the sky shattered in an instant, turning into countless broken clouds.

The sword light in the center suddenly turned dazzlingly red, as red as a huge furnace generated in the air.

The unimaginably red flame sent the pale aura and the silver starlight out together.

Zheng Sleeve's body trembled suddenly.

This small sword is the real natal sword that she has hidden for a long time at this moment, but it is also Mr. Zhao Si's natal sword, and between her and Mr. Zhao Si, at this time, it is a real battle with her own life, just like the flesh and blood of both sides.

At this moment, her strength would not lose to Mr. Zhao Si.

But she couldn't hold on.

Because Mr. Zhao Si really staked his life fanatically.

Zhao Jianlu's sword intent is so reckless.

She could clearly sense that Mr. Zhao Si would rather lose his life than recapture this sword.

She wanted to live.

She couldn't fight for this sword with Mr. Zhao Si.

So at this moment, she lost this sword.

The unimaginably red little sword proudly pierced through the pale ball of fire, dragging a huge rolling flame tail, and flew into the distance, flying towards Mr. Zhao Si's location.

That terrifying force became a joke, like a leaky raft, dancing in the air.

The stars are shining brightly, and the sky is in full bloom with the most intense and gorgeous fireworks.

Ding Ning looked up at such a bloom.

He was purely a spectator, and he didn't need to deal with Zheng Sleeve's sword by himself at all.

Under the fireworks, Zheng Sleeve's face was extremely gloomy.

She couldn't say that the battle was unfair.

For much of the power in this sword does not belong to her.

And the failure of this sword is only because she did not completely conquer this sword.

......

"What else?"

Ding Ning didn't look at her, he tilted his head and asked quietly.

The Lingquan Immortal Lotus was also useless, and the Natal Sword that had been secretly refined for a long time had already been retrieved by Mr. Zhao Si before it could be used.

What else?

If there's anything else, it's going to have to be taken out this time.

Ding Ning's calm sentence contained indescribable sarcasm, indescribable power and pleasure.

Because the most difficult thing for Zheng Sleeve to deal with is that she always has hole cards.

Is there still any?

Zheng Sleeve looked at the ground under his feet indifferently and did not respond.

High in the sky, an extremely bright pillar of starlight light fell, falling towards Ding Ning.

At the same time, her body swept backwards.

Ding Ning took out his sword.

The terrifying natal aura that had just leaked out of his body was like a real evil beast rushing out of his body.

This was the first time he had really used the power of the Nine Dead Silkworms and the Great Torture Sword with all his might.

Countless small terrifying devouring sounds resounded between this heaven and earth.

This indestructible sword light was like an infinite number of invisible silkworms, devouring the vitality along the way, and even the extinct starlight.

The sword light instantly arrived in front of Zheng Sleeve.

The clothes on Zheng Sleeve's body were instantly shattered and turned into flying ashes.

Her defenseless perfect carcass was exposed to the cold air.