The whole camp was quiet.

All the practitioners in this military camp can be sure that Ding Ning is less than the seventh level, especially those practitioners who join forces to compete with Changsun Qianxue. They can be sure that Ding Ning's aura seems very immature, which means that he has been promoted to the sixth level of life.

The gap between the sixth and seventh realms is even more terrifying than the gap between lower realms.

Because the seventh realm is moving mountains, a master, and an enemy of thousands of people.

There are also differences between masters of the seventh level. For example, Liang Lian lost Xue Wangxu's sword and Zhao was killed in Ye Celeng's hands. Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si and others were able to defeat most of the seventh level in the world. Some of the seventh level masters who participated in the Lushan &&&& novel alliance even had the ability to kill several seventh level.

Mo Ying is the seventh realm.

Moreover, he has obtained the seventh realm inherited from the Bashan Sword Field, and his strength is definitely not the seventh realm that he was born in an ordinary sect.

Simply put, True Yuan is a different cultivation method to temper and aggregate the essence of heaven and earth. The Sword Sutra is a different way to kill enemies using True Yuan. The methods of true Yuan cultivation can be high and low, and the methods of killing people can be high and low. There are high and low in the seven realms, and Mo Ying is the upper class.

The six realms must surpass the seven realms, which is a false statement, not to mention the upper level of the seven realms.

However, at this time Ding Ning said this, and no one in the entire military camp found it ridiculous.

Because he is a 9-death silkworm.

He represents the legend of Wang Jingmeng. Wang Jingmeng, the former one, had countless examples of victories across the border.

Mo Ying used reason and righteousness to suppress it, and Ding Ning used reason and went back and forth. Therefore, Ding Ning's response at this time was to bring the pressure that had changed from legend to appeared in the eyes of everyone for many years, and it was even more powerful.

Mo Ying's pupils contracted slightly. He looked at Ding Ning with a sense of appreciation, "You will collect it?"

Ding Ning did not repeat the previous words, and his calm eyes fell on the sword held in Mo Ying's hand and said, "This sword is a thing from the Bashan Sword Field. Today, since you are driving you out of the master on behalf of the Bashan Sword Field, you have to return this sword to me first."

Mo Ying lowered his head slightly, looked at the short sword in his hand, and was silent for a moment, and said, "The army is attacking, the central army is empty, Miss Gongsun is here again, you are sure to kill me, but now you will collect the accounts. It is fair to ask for this sword from Bashan Sword Field first."

After saying this, he raised his head, and a gentle breath poured out of his hand, wrapped around the short sword and flew up and landed in front of Ding Ning.

Ding Ning stretched out his hand and caught the dagger.

"Since you told Zheng Xiu some secrets of the Sword Sutra, you should be afraid of being controlled, so you don't have the confidence to use this sword, let alone refine this sword into a natal sword, so this sword is so dim. It's useless to keep this sword in your hands."

Ding Ning looked at the sword in his hand with complicated eyes. When his voice sounded, the sound of shattering like thousands of silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves sounded and opened in his body. Countless heavy breathing sounds in the military camp also sounded at the same time, forming a tide!

There was no strong fluctuation of the heaven and earth energy, but pale flames oozed out from Ding Ning's right arm holding the sword.

The pale flame first became like a faint water light, and in an instant, countless tiny beams oozed out of Ding Ning's skin, exuded their clothes, and flowed into the dim short sword in his hand.

The sound of thousands of silkworms gnawing at mulberry leaves became clearer. Everyone looked at the flowing bundle like the true energy. It was impossible for them to see the very subtle parts of it with their eyesight. But even if the soldiers in the military camp were not practitioners, they could feel that these flowing bundles were formed by countless small silkworms that were extremely small.

The more than ten cultivators who formed formations were filled with fear and were in a state of great excitement.

In Changling, it was said that the Nine Dead Silkworm fell into Wang Jingmeng's hands, but Wang Jingmeng never revealed the Nine Dead Silkworm, so no one knew what the secret of the Nine Dead Silkworm's martial arts were. There were even many inferences that were close to affirmative. Wang Jingmeng did not practice Nine Dead Silkworm.

This is the first time that the Nine Death Silkworms have appeared in the sun. Even if they just see it, it is enough to cause unimaginable waves in the hearts of these practitioners.

The nine-dead silkworm appeared, and the pale white beam obviously carried a different trait from the ordinary true essence, pouring into the runes of the dim light green short sword.

The sword body seemed to be about to tremble with excitement, but it was extremely stable in Ding Ning's hands.

When all the white runes on the sword were filled with pale white beams, the dull colors melted like thin ice and snow, and quickly faded away. The light green short sword instantly burst into amazing light, but the vitality flowing out of the sword turned into a bright yellow, turning into yellow flowers, extremely strong.

The bright and passionate colors illuminate everyone's pupils, and even the figure of Ding Ning wearing a dark robe was reflected to the dazzling and breathtaking.

"This sword is called Nuanchun."

Ding Ning looked at the thick and passionate sword and slowly crossed his sword to his chest.

There were countless colors in his eyes.

This sword is also a reunion for him, so his mood is absolutely uneasy.

When Ding Ning took the sword, the sound of thousands of silkworms gnawing began to flow in his body, Mo Ying's face became extremely cold and solemn.

A sword across the chest represents an invitation to fight, which means that this battle can already begin.

The other party was only at the sixth level, but the successor of that person was practicing the Nine-Death Silkworm. His mood fluctuations at this time were an excellent opportunity for him to take action, so he did not hesitate at all and took action directly.

With a sneering sound, a strong aura of life surged out of his hands, and a long shadow appeared.

Mo Yingxiu's sword was naturally a sword, but the natal object that appeared in his hand was a gun.

A black spear spear was spewing black smoke all over his body, and red flames were floating in the smoke, just like flowers blooming in hell.

"Dragon Spear."

Changsun Qianxue's eyes flashed violently and her brows frowned.

This is the weapon of the old family of the old clan, and it originated from the remains of a sect in the Youchao Dynasty. Putting aside the meaning, the power of the energy condensed by the weapons itself will definitely not be inferior to the many famous swords in the Bashan Sword Field in the past.

Mo Ying held a gun in both hands, and some tiny blood beads flew between his fingers. The powerful true energy erupted that had not been seen in many years made the skin of his hands a little difficult to adapt to and broke one after another.

His face seemed extremely solemn. The spear had just shown traces in his hands, and a violent aura had already blasted towards Ding Ning.

The sound of mountains moving naturally sounded in the surrounding sky.

This is the natural sound brought about by the massive energy of heaven and earth when the master of the mountain moves. At the same time, the violent aura formed a real mountain and smashed it down.

A large amount of invisible energy of heaven and earth, the black smoke gushing out from the gun and the red fire condensed into the shadow of the mountain, locking down any direction of Ding Ning's dodging. The power of this mountain far exceeded the limit of Mo Ying's cultivation, because Mo Ying's gun was a prying pole.

A prying rod can naturally pry up weights that were originally impossible to move.

Ding Ning's clothes were rushing.

The huge shadow was about to tear his clothes and body apart and crush them into powder.

His mood fluctuated extremely violently at this time, but he did not panic because of this. He just followed his heart and passed the extremely fluctuating mood to the sword.

The sword style of his sword is a reunion.

Many years later, the reunion, grudges, love and hatred, especially the weight of life and death, makes the emotions extremely complicated.

The beams flowing on the sword body vibrated violently.
Chapter completed!