Chapter 388 Volume 4: Fighting General

A trace of blood oozed out from Jing Liuli's lips.

Jing Liuli bit her lips, but she didn't notice it.

Because she was very nervous.

When hosting the Minshan Sword Meeting, the selected students, including Ding Ning, had very dangerous moments, but she almost didn't feel what it felt like to be nervous.

But now it is different.

This is a real life-and-death battle. Both sides have the only purpose of killing each other, and no one will intervene and stop them.

Moreover, corresponding to the cultivation level of Ding Ning and the palace maids in the surname Rong, as long as Ding Ning is truly exposed to the sight and perception of the palace maids in the surname Rong, it means death.

"Play hide and seek with me?"

The true energy of the palace maid surnamed Rong was very severely damaged, and some wounds on her body even sprinkled with bleeding beads, but some crazy smiles began to appear on her face, "Can't you hide it now?"

She is an old man from Changling, especially one of the people closest to those in Bashan Sword Field back then.

Only when you see it will think of it, and only when you think of it will be possible to learn it.

Many of the strongest practitioners in Changling later were often the people closest to those top-notch masters in the Bashan Sword Field back then.

Therefore, the sword scriptures practiced by the palace maid surnamed Rong are also extraordinary and secret swords that are unimaginable in general practice.

Just as the crazy smile spread on her face, crazy sword intents had already burst out from her mouth with a powerful aura of life.

Ding Ning began to cough up blood.

The smoke and dust around him were still lingering, and the sword intent spurted out from the mouth of the palace maid named Rong had not yet fallen, but the squeeze of vitality brought by him was already a little unbearable.

His feet were pressed against the ground and he couldn't help but slide back, as if the soles of his feet were about to burn.

The fierce murderous intent in the air was extremely strong, and even some of the seventh-level powerful people in the crowd who were watching the game whose real cultivation was greater than that of the palace maids of Rong were shocked.

It turns out that a person's murderous intent can be so strong and powerful.

This is the sword intent in the "Hate Heaven Sword Sutra". It has accumulated many years of emotions and the strongest hatred, creating an unimaginable murderous intent.

Sword energy shining with porcelain-like sword light fell on Ding Ning's body.

The air in front of these sword energy turned black, and the rubble around Ding Ning kept exploding, turning into countless tiny powders, and then gathered together by the powerful impact force, forming some terrifying black strips.

This is the difference in absolute power.

Ding Ning would never be able to block such a sword.

Even Jing Liuli felt that Ding Ning could not block such a sword.

Everyone felt that Ding Ning could not stop Rong Gongmao's sword, just like from the beginning of this battle, everyone felt that it was absolutely impossible to defeat the Sixth Realm after entering the fifth realm.

But everyone wants to see miracles.

Then Ding Ning saw a miracle.

He had already started coughing up blood, but his face was still calm.

A breath in his body, under the pressure of powerful force, penetrated into the iron box behind him in an extremely difficult but accurate manner.

The surface of the iron box was covered with many scorch marks under the burning red smoke and hot sand just now. However, at this moment, these scorch marks were

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) It suddenly turned black, as if there was ink flowing out inside.

A faint and lofty aura emanated from the iron box, but the moment this aura gushed out, Ding Ning stopped coughing up blood and became smooth.

Because the powerful squeeze pressure brought by those sword energy has been completely eliminated.

Many pure white light shot out from the gaps in the iron box without any impurities.

Even those sword energy stagnated.

In the world around Ding Ning, a white scroll seemed to suddenly unfold, imprisoning everything.

Everyone was shocked.

Even Huang Zhenwei on the corner tower recently opened his eyes wide in shock, not understanding what the iron box behind Ding Ning had such a powerful aura.

The palace maid surnamed Rong paused.

It was not because of shock, but because the air in front of her was almost frozen.

In everyone's unbelievable eyes, the ink marks in the scorched marks on the surface of the iron box faded, and a long scroll of ink and wash flew out of the iron box behind him.

There was a rumbling sound.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

The entire sky completely turned into the color of ink painting, with black and white intersecting.

The palace maid surnamed Rong shook her body and bleeding from her ears.

There was a sword light in the black and white sky, like a lightning bolt.

That was the flying sword that Ding Ning didn't know where he hid.

A heavy rain fell.

Countless rain lines with sharp sword intent fell, and countless water splashes burst out several feet outside the palace maid surnamed Rong, which could not cause real damage to the palace maid surnamed Rong, but it made her sword energy almost stop in the air.

The scorching sun in the sky is covered by dark clouds.

There is a white crescent moon generated.

All the rain lines began to freeze, and the white rain lines turned into blue and black ice lines.

Everyone outside the field was cold.

The ice line began to explode, and then a lot of cold sword energy appeared inside, flying freely, cutting on the sword energy of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong began to tremble violently.

The porcelain-like energy outside her began to shake, and then she also began to cough lightly and cough up bleeding.

"It's the broken scroll of Zhoujia Mo Garden!"

Many people finally reacted completely and exclaimed.

Jing Liuli finally regained her breathing and felt some pain in the broken lips.

The fragments of Zhoujia Mo Garden are very famous throughout Changling, but no one has ever thought that a practitioner could use this thing to fight like this.

However, the miracle Ding Ning showed has not stopped yet.

He looked up.

The flying sword flying in the sky suddenly formed a blue-black black ice, and a long arc was drawn in the air.

That arc is like all the parts missing from a crescent moon, filling the crescent moon perfectly.

There was a bang.

All the energy that permeated the palace maids surnamed Rong began to explode.

The residual scrolls flying out of the iron box behind Ding Ning began to shatter and began to decompose along each ink line. There was no flame, but countless debris spilled out along the talisman, but it seemed to be burning.

The palace maid named Rong at the center of the explosion made a shrill and terrifying whistle.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from her mouth, and her whole body was blown up by an irresistible force.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Fly away from the ground and go back and go on the ground without any trace.

Another bang blast.

A deep pit appeared on the ground, like a meteorite smashed out.

Terrible dust flames shot out from the center of the deep pit, mixed with scarlet blood.

The surrounding streets were silent.

The palace maid surnamed Rong slowly stood up from the center of the deep pit.

The porcelain-like luster on her body has disappeared, and her skin is covered with many shocking wounds.

A piece of her face was already swollen, and bloodshots kept oozing out from the corners of her lips.

After a breathing stagnated, she screamed in a shrill and angry manner again.

Not only because of the pain and the injuries suffered, but also because Ding Ning's trace has been lost in front of her.

The ashes of the fallen garden are still floating in the sky.

The black ash was like a black snow covering the entire sky, but the reflected luster was like white paper, which made the spaces overlap, making the sight seem impossible to penetrate.

Ding Ning is no longer in that place.

Even the iron box behind him was no longer in the gravel.

Instead of continuing to attack, he chose to continue to disappear and continue to play hide-and-seek with her.

...

Just as the palace maid surnamed Rong suffered a real heavy blow and let out a shrill and angry whistle again, an old man with white hair as white as ginseng beards was walking slowly towards the direction of the tea garden.
To be continued...