The Sword Dynasty

There is a meteor in the dark night sky.

Ye Haoran’s flying sword also fell like a meteor to Ding Ning’s heart.

Seeing such a picture, even the spectator of the many spectators in the eyes of the sect of the sect of the mountain, can not help but chill.

There is a time lag at any point in the battle.

The timing of many times lies in the grasp of small time differences.

Ding Ning applied the real malachite green, Ye Haoran's sword defense could not be completely blocked. Now he uses this Feijian attack again. The gap in time means that he can't cope with Ding Ning's next sword.

Even if Ding Ning uses the simplest sword style, he can't resist it as long as he can kill him.

Therefore, his actions at this time mean that he chooses to do the same.

From the beginning of the sword meeting, Ding Ning showed the meaning of competing for the first place to focus on life and death, so in the eyes of all these practitioners, victory is more important for Ding Ning than life and death. Ye Haoran is so martial to others, maybe others It will be avoided because of fear of death, but Ding Ning should not retreat.

The result is that both people are dying.

Although all the practitioners at this time hoped that Ding Ning could win, they also had to admit that this boy from the Chu Dynasty was also a madman and a monster.

Time is too short.

Ding Ning has made a choice before everyone has time to think about what Ding Ning will do.

At the end of the flower, the sword has been in full bloom with countless white flowers. Seeing these delicate flowers and swords, the castration is moving forward. However, at this moment, the endless flower sword is hard and backward.

When it sounded loud.

Everyone feels that their heart is hit.

Ding Ning was sullen, his body lost its stability for the first time, and he walked a few steps forward.

Zhang Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. The real element in his body rushed to the soles of his feet, and the whole body would be saved.

The heart of Du Gubai and others fell to the bottom.

The breath of the net glass is slightly ugly, and the face becomes extremely ugly.

Ye Haoran laughed.

"ended."

He said in his heart.

Then his mind opened the line that always restricted his true yuan flow.

All the remaining real elements in his body, unrestrained, unreservedly following his meridian, between this moment, the left hand and the fingers of the five fingers spewed out.

A group of people who felt that they couldn’t compete at all in the election, and blew him around.

In addition to Ye Haoran, all the true yuan in the valley are only three or four.

At this time, Ye Haoran showed the power of the real five realms.

On the surface of Ye Haoran, there were countless mottled colors, no reservations, and all the power was used to make him suddenly poisonous. However, the smile on his lips was more intense.

Everyone can perceive that there seems to be an invisible long river in the air.

This long river all merged into the white stalked sword that had just been thrown back by Ding Ning.

The white sessile sword exudes a violent breath, and the whole handle sword becomes translucent in an instant because of the rapid acceleration and shock!

Ye Haoran did not compete with the pain. He watched the white sword re-fly to Ding Ning's heart. He obeyed the consciousness of the body and went straight back.

"I surrender…"

At the same time, he made a sound.

This is also a time difference.

According to the rules of the sword club, as long as the voice is conceded, it is lost.

However, his sword is definitely faster than his voice at this time.

And such a fast sword, after piercing and shattering the heart of Ding Ning in an instant, Ding Ning will not die immediately, even with the strong willpower of Ding Ning, I am afraid I can still stand on the countdown.

The final result of that world-famous event was that he admit defeat, Ding Ning won the first place, but Ding Ning will die next.

Zhang Yi’s body has really left the ground, and even flew away from the usual limit.

However, his body is fast, and it is not likely to be faster than the flying sword. It is impossible to stop before the flying sword.

Anyone can be sure that Ding Ning can't stop this sword.

Because this has nothing to do with any talent, but a gap in pure power.

However, at this time, Ding Ning's body also sheds a strange taste.

His skin is also beginning to become mottled.

The endless flower in his hand illuminates countless filaments, and the whole stalk of the stalk becomes a myriad of tiny silk pythons that begin to interweave in the air.

The tight face of the sword in Fujian and Taiwan was suddenly loose, and then the depths of the eyes were full of shock and admiration.

At this time, only he had time to perceive a strange and wonderful picture.

The tiny shredded flowers that bloom in the air bloom with finer white fine flowers, which are intertwined like weaving, and are firmly intertwined.

Who would have thought that the end of the broken foil would have such an application?

The white flying sword slammed into the silk.

The sword silk can't compete with the power of the white flying sword. However, these finely braided swords are like a net, or even a scorpion, firmly involved in this flying sword, and won a time for Ding Ning.

Ding Ning's fingertips spread a fine **** fog, and he couldn't hold the sword again. However, with this sword, his body was hard in this tiny time. Partial bias.

"噗".

The white flying sword rushed into his left shoulder and shoulder with the end of the broken sword, and then with a **** fog from the back of his body.

The bones of his left shoulder were almost broken, but the sword failed to pierce and smash his heart.

The broken sword and the violent blood mist made a slight squeak.

At this time, Ye Haoran said the first word in the words "I admit defeat".

Everything seems to have solidified, but Ye Haoran's admittance, but still passed into everyone's ear, is very strange.

Zhang Yi has already rushed to the side of Ding Ning. He embraced the whole hand and supported Ding Ning's body. He felt that Ding Ning's body did not seem to be light, but he did not know what he should do for a while.

"wonderful."

At the time when Zhang Yi’s brain was blank, there was a loud cheering sound, followed by a applause.

Applause is Lin Xingxin.

Then there were many people in the dark who began to applaud the Swordsman, and even the distant mountain roads sounded clear clapping.

Zhang Yi only felt a gust of wind, and then his hands were lighter.

The figure of the sword in Fujian and Taiwan has disappeared, and Ding Ning in his hands has disappeared.

......

“Why do you want to give up?”

"Why do you want to lose, but you must kill Ding Ning?"

"I want to make Ding Ning the first name of the Shaoshan sword club, and I want to kill Ding Ning."

Everything is a foregone conclusion, and the net glass hangs his head and thinks seriously, constantly whispering to himself.

"Fuling Jun did not want the Queen to win. He did not want the Queen to be happy."

"But he hates Ding Ning again, he wants Ding Ning to die."

"The legendary goodness and goodness, the modest gentleman, the result is that you must report, the narrow-minded generation, can not be used, come to the Japanese Yongjun."

Only in an instant, she wanted to understand why Ye Haoran did this, and also made an argument against the future of the new Chu Di.

"So he is spelling the body late, slowly consuming Ye Haoran's real yuan, then using the malachite green, and then using the **** magic to force Ye Haoran's last sword... all this is in his grip in?"

Then she began to carefully recall every detail of the battle before she started to be shocked again.

She found that although the final result was due to Ye Haoran's choice, in fact, Ye Haoran did not have a choice at the end.

Because with the continuous bloodshed of Ding Ning, Ye Haoran's real yuan is constantly being consumed. By the time Ding Ning used **** magic power, Ye Haoran's real yuan is still not much left. So at that time, for Ye Haoran, it was already the time.

"This is what the Master said. What I lack is the ability to stay out of the game and see the big picture?"

The net glass slowly exhaled a breath, and the silence for a long time was silent.

She has already thought a lot about things, but the entire valley has just begun to wake up.

An unbelievable exclamation sounded constantly.

"He..." Xie Rou looked at the place where Ding Ning had previously resisted Ye Haoran's last sword. The body and lips trembled and could not speak.

"He is the first."

Li Xixing said these four words very simply.

This time he is the most calm of a group of people.

"He won't die."

Then the boy who seemed to be a little bit afraid of cold received his neckline and said seriously: "I am sure."

Li Xixing's voice is very stable and very loud.

"He is the first...he won't die..."

This kind of voice has overwhelmed a lot of exclamations and echoed in the valley.

Zhang Yi began to return to God.

He felt that the mountains were echoing.

He felt the eyes of all the candidates and practitioners.

He looked at the blood of Ding Ning on the ground, and felt that the blood was shining, even if it was still dark, he felt the light falling in the sky.

He looked up and let the Buddha see that Xue Forgiveness was smiling at him and facing the whole valley with a childish smile.

He knows that this is the scenery.

The scenery brought by my little teacher.

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