The Sword Dynasty

Half of the residual arm walked the sword, and the last one of the Zhou family's ancestors spurted out from the broken meridian and the bones. The split swayed the surrounding air and brought out the vortex.

The power at this time is not as good as his usual eleven, but it is still far beyond the three realms.

The blind dragon perceives the scent of the Zhou family's ancestors. It feels that the real and warm sunshine falls from the top of the broken cyan cage, and some hesitates.

At this time, it felt that he would be severely damaged by helping Ding Ning to block Zhou's ancestors.

The cage has been broken, and if it suffers serious damage, it may still be inseparable.

However, in its hesitation, a slamming sound, Ding Ning stepped out, but has already arrived in front of it.

His calm eyes suddenly shimmered, and the sound of countless sounds of silkworms swallowed in the body. The innumerable silky breath oozes directly from the flesh and blood of his body at an unimaginable speed, and directly converges between the meridians. Rush to all parts of the body.

His flesh and blood, bones, the marrow river deep in the bones, and even the hair began to inexplicably tremble, emitting a strange and powerful atmosphere.

The blind dragon perceives Ding Ning's figure in front of himself. It feels ashamed for the first time. In the next moment, he feels the awe of Ding Ning's body, and it feels deep awe.

The Zhou family ancestors heard countless subtle sounds in Ding Ning's body. His remnants suddenly trembled, and even thought of a possibility in his heart, the mouth made a strange inhalation sound.

It was only at this time that the sword might not be changed. His half-legged arm was less than a foot away from Ding Ning.

Ding Ning's eyebrows suddenly emerged an unimaginable majesty.

His left hand squeezed the sword, first swaying forward slightly, bringing out a few real waves in a limited space. At about the same time, the end of his right hand was stabbed forward, and the sword on the sword was When the left hand took out the real wave, the sword was instantly rotated, and the momentum between the heavens and the earth was swept at a horrible speed.

A blossoming white lotus flower is created in a few feet in front of Ding Ning.

This is an unimaginable picture. The white lotus flower exudes a very holy meaning, and it has a soft gleam that is uncontested with the world. It is perfect to the extreme.

Compared with these lotuses, one side of the body is crippled, and only the Zhou family ancestors who have a broken arm as a sword are like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Seeing such a lotus flower, like the evil spirit of the Zhou family ancestors is also like the look of a ghost.

A muffled sound.

The lotus leaf in front of Ding Ning flew.

He snorted and held the hilt in his left hand. The whole person trembled like a high-frequency string, but it did not retreat in one step.

The sound of the worms in his body is more intense, and there are countless pale flames on the skin. The original invisible small silkworm seems to have become a substance at this time, scrambling to drill his body.

Zhou’s ancestors were already the same as seeing ghosts. At this moment, when they saw such a scene, his eyes were filled with absolute fear.

Ding Ning snorted, and some blood was again found between the lips and teeth. However, the endless swaying sword in his hand was swayed out by him without stopping.

The hard blade is extremely soft at this time, and the sword light is like a piece of cloth wrapped around the arm of Zhou's ancestors.

The strength of the Zhou family's ancestors has naturally been released from the residual arm, and against the sword light of Ding Ning, but this seemingly soft Jianguang, but it seems like a strange grinding disc, the powerful vitality of a strand of wear .

"Millstone..."

Zhou’s ancestors screamed fiercely, and the extreme panic even made him unable to control any force in the body anymore. The whole body crashed into the ground in a trembling trepidation.

Ding Ning’s hands with his hilt had already trembled weakly, but he knew he could not show any weakness.

He took a deep breath and exuded a more awkward killing between the majestic eyebrows.

The sword in his hand broke away from the wreckage of Zhou’s ancestors, staring at the closeness of Zhou’s ancestors, and exhausted his strength to penetrate the neck of Zhou’s ancestors.

Although the meat bodhi is also a legendary thing for him, Zhou’s ancestors have not died in this situation and have exceeded his cognition, but one’s mobility cannot naturally be separated from the scope of the body, as long as the spine Cut off and kneel down, he does not believe that Zhou's ancestors can continue to survive.

Slamming.

The icy swordsman broke into the cervical vertebrae of Zhou’s ancestors and gave a harsh rubbing sound. However, Ding Ning’s wrists forced a turn between them, but they failed to cut off the cervical vertebrae of Zhou’s ancestors. Hey it.

"Your bones are really hard."

Ding Ning sneered.

His hands were again forced, and the sword was cut like a saw on the spine of Zhou's ancestors.

The body of Zhou’s ancestors suddenly twitched. He wanted to catch the sword that penetrated deep into his neck. However, he had no hands at this time. His body was only writhing on the ground. Moving, like a worm that was nailed to the ground.

"Nine dead silkworms..."

Zhou’s ancestors gave up the struggle after counting the interest. He looked at Ding Ning’s face in vain and squeezed out three words.

Ding Ning felt that all the power in his body had really dissipated. He gently coughed up and relaxed, but still used his sword to cut his bones.

"You turned out to be his descendant?"

The ancestors of the Zhou family said to themselves: "He actually left a descendant?"

Ding Ning is still silent. With a click, the vertebrae of Zhou’s ancestors were finally cut off, and the last flower in the hands of Ding Ning began to cut the last flesh of his neck.

"you…"

Looking at Ding Ning's indifferent eyes, at the moment when the skull was cut, Zhou's ancestors thought of the majestic momentum of Fang Ding's body, and thought of the different swords.

He suddenly realized that it was wrong.

"Even if it is his descendant, you can't be the white sleeve of Zheng sleeve...you..."

There was a sudden shock in his body, which shocked even more than the imminent death.

"you're right."

Ding Ning made a sound and received the sword.

The voice of Zhou’s ancestors was completely cut off.

His head rolled forward along the uneven ground.

Zhou’s ancestors, who had already died before Yuanwu’s emperor, finally died.

Ding Ning gently coughed and coughed up some blood clots.

He fell down and looked at the body of Zhou’s ancestors, but he didn’t have much pleasure in his heart.

Even the enemy... However, the death of this person is equivalent to the one who can represent that era and disappeared again.

"Let's go."

Ding Ning turned tired, looked at the blind dragon, clicked on the body of the Zhou family ancestors, and then began to gesture. "The law here has been broken, you can already leave, but help me take him before you go. The body was disposed of."

"And there are some people outside the valley that you can't cope with, but your perception should be stronger than them, so be careful, there should be no problem running away."

"The Wushan area has a lot of powerful practitioners coming. You can hide or hide as much as possible, otherwise I don't know what results you will have."

Some blind dragons who shivered their bodies slowly understood some of his meanings.

It stayed for a few dozen hours without moving, and then the long hair on its head swayed.

A powerful force shattered the body of Zhou's ancestors and sank into the soil below.

Its body also began to fall into the mud below, and eventually the soil surged, all disappeared into the sight of Ding Ning.

With a bang, the wall of the distant blue building quickly collapsed.

A dust wave floated slowly from a distance, and the surroundings were completely silent.

On the ground around, only the Fusu, who was still comatose, and the half-soiled Bodhi.

Ding Ning evenly breathed, forced to get tired and got up, and sat down next to the meat bodhi.

His fingers touched the meat Bodhi slightly, and several invisible small silkworms emerged from the palm of his hand, tentatively swallowing some vitality.

His brows wrinkled almost instantaneously.

The nature of these elements is very weird, and even his nine dead silkworms cannot be broken down.

If he truly refines these vitalities, as long as he flows into the body, his entire body will inevitably produce the same changes as Zhou’s ancestors.

Being a spiritual body that is almost as active as a tree naturally cuts off the innumerable possibilities of future practice. This meat bodhi has no use for him.

But between a little indulgent, he still reached out and took the meat Bodhi.

The heart-rending tussock biting sounded again.

The meat bodhi quickly withered between his fingers and turned into gray sand.

The vitality of all the bodhi that was swallowed up by countless small silkworms in his body did not fall into his body, disappearing with the invisibility of the invisible small silkworms.

......

Chudi is still waiting patiently.

He slammed his brow slightly.

Countless winds of wind blew away from the clouds in front of him.

Just like the leaking skin, the power of the entire array of forces carrying the heavens and the earth began to disappear completely.

The law is dead and the clouds are gradually opening.