Zhang Yi had never taken action, he just watched Ding Ning and Su Qin's battle with great concern, but at this time, he saw the true energy in Su Qin's body pouring out to his heart's content, his face suddenly changed.

His feet paused slightly and he was about to fly over.

However, at this moment, Mo Chen, who had not moved, took a deep breath and poured all the true energy accumulated in his arms into the Xuepu Sword in his hand.

Transparent textures were clearly produced in the air between him and Zhang Yi.

The next moment, the Xuepu sword in his hand seemed to be completely burning, and countless divine lights bloomed.

His figure seemed to be driven by the power of this Xuepu sword, flew forward and stabbed Zhang Yi with a sword.

Zhang Yi has a gentle temperament, and his sword is also as beautiful as jade, extremely gentle.

But at this moment, he felt the real murderous intent in Su Qin's sword, and he was no longer as gentle as usual.

A low roar squirted out of his lips, and countless white sword aura suddenly surged from the sword body as gentle as jade.

These sword energy gathered at an astonishing speed at the tip of the sword, and in an instant it turned into a white hill.

He held the sword with all his strength, pried the hill, and smashed it towards Mo Chen.

This is the Aries Tishan Sword.

The most difficult to master in the Aries Sword Sutra, and it is also one of the most powerful sword powers.

A loud bang exploded.

Mo Chen felt that he was hit by a real hill, and several pure true energy even directly invaded his sea of ​​energy with the shocking sword body.

A stream of blood surged out of his mouth, and he took more than ten steps in an instant.

Zhang Yi turned around, but there was no sign of joy on her face.

Because Su Qin had already set off his sword at this time.

With the continuous movement of his wrist, the entire purple sword curled strangely, forming a hollow sling.

This hollow dragon stalked, like a sword sheath, accurately capturing Ding Ning's sword force, covering Ding Ning's broken sword and half of his arm.

When Su Qin stabbed out the sword, Li Daoji on the observation stage subconsciously took a step forward, and his hand also landed on the hilt of the sword in front of his chest.

A strong chill surged in the hearts of almost all students on the viewing platform.

"This bastard!"

Di Qingmei's face also changed drastically, and she was so angry that a ray of green aura in her sleeve could almost unable to control her from the air.

Originally, he had no good intentions towards Ding Ning, but Xue Wangxu's words not only gave him many insights in his practice, but also allowed him to truly reflect on his own way of establishing himself.

His views on all Aries Cave disciples such as Ding Ning and Zhang Yi have fundamentally changed.

At this moment, Su Qin's sword was extremely cruel. The curled sword body and every part of the sword edge had powerful lethality. Now his sword force enveloped half of Ding Ning's arm. It was not just about twisting Ding Ning's sword. If this sword was implemented, the meridians and bones of Ding Ning's arm would have been shattered.

Moreover, this sword was fired by Su Qin exhausted all his true energy. In terms of speed and strength, Ding Ning could not compare with it. Now the sword force was like a cage, which included Ding Ning's sword and half of his arm... Even he couldn't think of how to break this sword.

"Su Qin is so vicious. How could this be a fellow disciple's trial!"

When Su Qin's sword was first launched, Xie Changsheng was already screaming and scolding in great anger.

Xie Rou's body kept chilling. She had always been a woman stronger than many men, but at this moment, a strong sense of helplessness surged in her body.

A contempt and sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Gu Xichun's mouth. A terrible scene of Ding Ning's arms being blurred and bloody and splashing bone chips appeared in his eyes. However, in his opinion, this was what Ding Ning asked for.

Everyone could see Su Qin's intention, but everyone had no time to stop Su Qin's sword.

The rotating sword body wrapped around Ding Ning's broken sword and half of his arm, and began to tighten and curl quickly like willow leaves that quickly lost moisture.

Such curls even make the sword body have different rhythms, just like many swords with different speeds, using the sword edge, and the sword body attacks Ding Ning's arm.

There is no room for maneuver in the extremely small space. In such a space, Ding Ning's arm cannot swing, and it is impossible to perform any exquisite sword stance.

Even the power at the peak of Qi Refining Realm is not enough to compete with the power at Su Qin's True Yuan Realm.

It seems that no one can change the ending of Ding Ning's sword falling down his arm.

However, in the cold air at this time, something unusual seemed to be happening.

Su Qin looked at Ding Ning coldly, and a strong sense of anxiety suddenly surged in his heart.

Because Ding Ning's expression was still very calm at this moment, even a little calm.

His hands holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, and his knuckles became whiter and whiter due to force.

...

Ding Ning was even calmer than Su Qin imagined.

Because to everyone's eyes, this dangerous sword that cannot be solved is nothing to him.

Compared with the truly exquisite sword moves in the world, Su Qin's sword at this moment is just a child's thing.

Of course, with his true cultivation and realm at this moment, there is only one way to deal with Su Qin's sword.

However, as long as there is a way, it will be sufficient.

At the moment when Su Qin's sword body tightened quickly like a dehydrated willow leaf, the true energy in his body poured into many runes that were not usually reached in the Mohua Sword in his hand, and at the same time, it poured into the extremely small cracks that were straight like the hilt of the sword.

The dark green sword in his hand, many tiny white flowers on the body of the sword with a sad and unreturning breath, flew out into the air ahead, and then disappeared.

Then the dark green sword body really cracked and scattered.

The dark green sword body dispersed like a big flower, scattering into countless sword threads. And as the true energy wandered, these sword threads continued to extend rapidly in the air and became longer.

All breathing on the viewing platform paused completely.

Everyone, including Di Qingmei, was shocked and confused. Some people were even lost and thought, thinking how could such a thing happen?

Ding Ning's arms remained straight and remained motionless in the contracted purple sword. However, these scattered sword threads had already fallen on Su Qin's fingers, landed on Su Qin's wrists, and on Su Qin's arm.

Many sword edges of Su Qin's purple long sword were only a short distance from Ding Ning's arm, but Ding Ning's face was still calm and calm, without even a trace of disorder in his breathing.

He just maintained the output of his true energy, allowing those sword silks to penetrate Su Qin's flesh and blood disorderly, grind the muscles in Su Qin's flesh and blood, and even pierced into his bones.

Just at this moment, countless tiny blood flowers surged out of Su Qin's hand holding the sword!

His arrogant face instantly turned white and twisted.

He let out an extremely shrill roar, flying backwards like a wounded big bird.

The purple long sword was only one thread away to cut Ding Ning's arm, but all the muscles were pricked and even the bones were pricked, so he could no longer use any force.

There was a rustling sound.

The curled purple long sword was spiraling in the air without control, and for a moment, it collided with many sword threads in the air, bursting out many tiny sparks.

However, what shocked many people on the viewing platform was that the sharp blade of this Perilla long sword was cut on the seemingly tiny sword threads, but none of them could be cut off.

After the sword threads dispersed and softened for a moment, they rapidly returned to their hardness and straightness, quickly gathered, and turned into a dark green sword again.

Su Qin retreated shrillly, and the sharp sweeping made the sword silk bring out more broken flesh and bone chips when it pulled out of his arm.

His left hand was twisted like a boneless chicken claw. In a howl, he screamed out the question that many people wanted to ask at this moment: "What kind of sword is this!"

Ding Ning's eyes also fell on the dark green sword in his hand. He did not answer Su Qin's question, but was just silent.

He didn't even think about Su Qin's hand at this moment, but was thinking about the many stories about the sword and the owner of the sword.

On the deadly viewing platform, Duanmu Lian looked at the dark green sword, and the scene of the sword body stretching just now remained in his mind. He finally overlapped the sword that had been broken for most of the time and a famous sword that had been long ago.

He said in disbelief: "Only considering the front of you and behind you, every sword is like the last sword of the last sword. This is the last flower sword of Bashan Yan Xinlan!"

Some students on the viewing platform had never heard of the name of this sword, and some had heard of it, but because they had not experienced the era before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, in the era when many amazing and beautiful Great Qin practitioners disappeared, they were still young, so at this moment, their bodies did not feel much shocked because of the story of the sword itself.

However, many older division commanders of Di Qingmei and Qingteng Sword Academy are completely different.

This sword itself is also a legend, representing an attitude of not being able to break or bend... in the eyes of many people, without knowing the current affairs.

But they didn't expect that the inconspicuous broken sword in Ding Ning's hand was the remnant of the sword, and it could have such power.

"At that at that time, Li Daoji had already seen that Ding Ning had such an understanding of the Wild Fire Sword Sutra?"

"That's just Ding Ning just comprehended the Wild Fire Sword Sutra... Did Ding Ning have already comprehended the true meaning of the Wild Fire Sword Sutra at that time?"

The shocked emotions expanded infinitely in Di Qingmei's pupils.

He is also one of the few great practitioners in Changling, so he knew very well that the true meaning of the Wild Fire Sword Sutra was not that wildfires were spreading, but that wildfires could not be burned out, and the spring breeze was blowing again. When the sword was exhausted, there could still be a continuous retreat of the darkness of willows and flowers.

Although Ding Ning's sword just now relied on the characteristics of the Mohua Sword itself, the sword intent of the Wild Fire Sword Sutra is enough to move every great sword master.

Only then did he truly understand why Li Dao, who had not left the Aries Cave for a long time, wanted to come out of the mountain, and he did not hesitate to take a risk to find this broken sword for Ding Ning.

"This sword can actually extend like this..."

"You have always been so confident, it turns out that it's because there is still something like this hidden!"

Pain and fear finally began to occupy Su Qin's heart. He looked at his bloody life and must have destroyed his unrecoverable left hand, and laughed wildly like crazy: "You actually ruined my hand!"
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