The Sword Dynasty

Many of the teachers in the practice sites were shocked and unable to speak.

Ding Ning's sword is natural, step by step, the timing of the sword is exquisite to the extreme, not to mention a practitioner who has only learned a sword for a year, even those who have been immersed in kendo for decades, just like them, It's hard to be so perfect, even the vast majority of practitioners in the world can't be so perfect in their lives.

The vast majority of practitioners can't do it all their lives, and such a young man can do it. In the eyes of these practitioners, this has nothing to do with the practice of the day after tomorrow, and it is only the talent.

This is the true peerless talent.

The sword marks are very shallow. After the landing, He just sheds some tiny blood beads in the skin. However, this sword mark is like the heart of He Chaoxi.

He stopped and looked at Ding Ning in an unusually pale look. "How could this be?"

Ding Ning did not continue to attack, paused to look at him in the local area and said: "Your strongest should be endurance. Your endurance is enough to make you drag a lot of people, but it is useless to me. Because of your true strength and will The sword is too ordinary, you have more strength, and I don't need to work hard to cope."

All the candidates and practitioners are listening carefully to Ding Ning's words.

Most of them think that Ding Ning is right.

The biggest weakness of He Zhaoxi is that he has the sword style and the rest of the shackles, w∽ww. The top talent is too ordinary.

However, all of them think that Ding Ning is simply unreasonable.

Because even if it is normal... From the performance of He Chaoxi’s talents, he is already a practitioner who has entered the four realms, and he has already used the exquisite swords of the Qingteng Jianyuan.

A four-way practitioner can't force the three-way practitioners to use their full strength. A three-way practitioner said that the true elements and swords of the four-level practitioners are too ordinary. This is simply absurd.

At this time, Ding Ning looked at He Chaoxi, who was pale and pale, and then said: "Can you really be stronger? Do you have a more sophisticated sword?"

The valley is quiet again.

Ding Ning’s sentence is very peaceful, but most of the students who listened to it couldn’t tell.

What Ding Ning said when he played against Duanmu Jingzong was "Can you still be faster?"

Duanmu Jingzong could not do it faster, so he lost.

So now Ding Ning's meaning is very clear: If your real yuan can't be stronger, if you don't exceed the level of the sword by the Qing Shoujian, then you can admit defeat.

In such a calm tone, what is revealed at this time is the arrogance and the arrogance of not burning the opponent in the eyes.

"I already know that you are strong, but I didn't think you were so strong."

Du Gu turned his head and looked at Zhang Yi, who was staying. He couldn’t help but smile and said: "You still look down on your teacher."

Zhang Yi was dumbfounded and could not wake up in a dream. He saw Ding Ning's calm posture, but he did not see a younger brother who burned like a wildfire.

"Next I will challenge you, I will let you know that although Xie Changsheng is not here, what you say will still be a joke."

Only at this time, Ding Ning has turned slightly and looked at Gu Xichun.

Gu Xichun’s face was cold and sneered: “Is it?”

"You won't have other endings."

Ding Ning looked at him, then turned his head and slowly raised the sword against He Chaoxi.

Either admit defeat or send a sword.

He made choices with his actions.

He’s brain has some blanks.

He subconsciously remembered a trick, a trick he had learned on the previous sword.

That is a sword that is much more subtle than the rest of his sword.

Of course he didn't want to admit defeat, so he naturally used this trick.

A crack in the "嗤" sounded from the cyan sword in his hand.

As a sword, the little sword once again breaks away from the blade and turns into an amazingly fast blue meteor, directly shooting Ding Ning's figure. At the same time, his cyan sword is waving with a crazy momentum. The blades on the machine are spinning like crazy, turning into a violent wind.

The fog in the night sky suddenly thickened, and the wind converges with fog, forming a tornado with many water droplets, and rushing to Ding Ning from all directions like a dragon.

The real element in He Chaoxi’s body has already reached the limit, and even the toxins in the body are triggered, and the body seems to start to shine.

Where the wind blew, the ground stones were blown up, and the body of He Chaoxi was daring at the same time. The blue long sword flashed a lot of shining swords in the wind, like thunder.

This sword is the "Ten Thunderstorm" of the former Wei Royal Palace. Although there is no "Lei Long Sword" of the court swordsman of the same year, it is already amazingly powerful at this time.

Looking at Ding Ning, whose figure has disappeared in countless squalls, many students have admitted that they can't stand such a sword.

However, it was only at this moment that everyone’s ears sounded a clear shrill.

Then everyone was shocked to see that a fine white flower suddenly appeared on a wind roll of He Chaoxi.

He Chaoxi's eyelids violently contracted, the breath was completely stopped, the wind swelled, Ding Ning's figure broke out, and a sword stabbed his throat!

Seeing his own ten-zone thunderstorm seems to have no effect at all, the chill of He Chaoxi's heart can no longer be described in words, but at this moment, he still responded beyond the usual limit speed.

The cyan sword in his hand was a hard-boiled deflection, like a pole-like swept to the arm of Ding Ning's sword!

Ding Ning suddenly took the sword, and the cross sword reversed.

It was also a shock.

Ding Ning, like a big bird with wings, fell down and fell into the numerous winds behind him.

The frequency of the cyan sword in the hands of He Chaoxi shook very fast, and made a strange humming sound.

This sword will force Ding Ning back into the chaos of the storm, how to see is his victory, but he inexplicably feels that some places are wrong.

At this moment, his breathing is a sudden stop.

A blue stream of light came out of the scattered wind, slamming and plunging into his belly.

A canopy of blood was shot from his abdomen.

He was shocked and a little stunned, and the whole body unconsciously went backwards.

Countless sucking air-cooled sounds.

A handleless cyan sword was deeply immersed in the belly of He Chaoxi, and the tip of the sword emerged from his wide back.

Blood, like many cockroaches, rushed down the tip of the sword.

He hangs his head.

Until then he was sure that the one that pierced his belly was the sword that was shot from his sword.

Obviously, before a few breaths, he still had a lot of strength in his body, but with the intense pain from the middle of the sword to the mind, he felt that his body's strength in the back step has already seemed to be evacuated.

“How could this be?”

He looked at the front and screamed.

The voices of many practitioners also sounded like this. They were deeply sighed and looked at the thunderstorms that were still moving in disorder. They even showed some awe in their eyes, just as they were the predecessors of the net glass. But looking at the net glaze is always with some awe.

They can figure out why this is the result.

Ding Ning broke this trick and thunderstorm, and hit the small sword, slightly changed the action track of Xiaojian, and finally, when the cross sword was blocked, it violently swayed the sword and made the mother sword tremble. Chaos, unable to catch the small sword shot back.

It’s just that they can’t figure out how Ding Ning could do this.

......

Lin, who has not had much special expression, laughed again.

At this time, Ding Ning's voice rang again, and the sound of the wind was introduced into the ears of everyone.

"This is the sword trick recorded on the sword tire. I have seen it. Do you dare to use it?"

"Not to mention that you use it so unfamiliar."

"Not to mention that when I said those words before, I knew that you would use the sword on the sword."

As these words rang, Ding Ning's figure slowly emerged from the shadows and reappeared in the sight of the people used.

Everyone's line of sight is somewhat solidified.

“Did it take only a short time to understand all the swords above?”

The famous student suddenly couldn’t help but screamed.

"It doesn't matter if you understand it."

The net glass also took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He said to himself: "The key is to understand, you can catch some of the other's mistakes and mistakes, and easily crack, this is the real sword."

Ding Ning turned and looked at Gu Xichun.

Behind him, He Chaoxi fell to the ground.

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