He is also a normal person, and he is also afraid and nervous, but whenever he is unavoidable,

Ferrari was speeding, and Ding Ling immersed his mind in Xuanyuan Sword and communicated with Jingwei.

Although Mingyue has been reminding Feng Wanxue and Ito Yukiko that they have a great responsibility, Ding Ling knew that he and Mingyue were the most important. He wanted to avoid the shocking sword, and to stand quickly, and provide him with the best attack route for Mingyue! As long as there is a slight deviation, it is very likely that he will not be able to hit the spiritual sword that flew out of thin air.

As long as you fail to hit, everything will be empty talk.

Gradually, the shadow of Yuqing Mountain appeared in the haze.

Feng Wanxue's voice came: "Put the brakes in ten seconds, and now we start counting down... Ten, nine, eight..."

...

...

In the farmhouse, the Sword Saint slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes seemed to have substance, penetrated the layers of fog and windows, and reached the fast-paced sports car.

The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword has been unsheathed, and a mercury-like light is covered with the sword body. With the eyes of the sword saint, the sword body began to tremble slightly. The trembling seemed to be excitement, or excitement.

The Sword Saint did not look at the Longyuan Sword, his gaze moved slowly, waiting for the most fierce attack!

At this moment, everything disappeared in his eyes and mind. Without Feng Wanxue's identity, without the power of the Bai family, and without the protection and warnings of those aristocratic families...

In his eyes, there was only the sports car that seemed to be galloping between the void of heaven and earth, and Ding Ling sitting behind him.

The car is too fast, but... he can wait!

At this moment, the vehicle speed instantly dropped until it stopped.

The sword saint suddenly closed his eyes, and his hands were raised like a storm. The spirit sword seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and instantly soared from the table!

“Duh!”

The Sword Saint suddenly shouted the Breaking Sword Technique. When his eyes opened again, his aura suddenly surged to the extreme!

The majestic spiritual power soared into the sky! The haze that had been surrounding the farmyard since yesterday was instantly broken through by an invisible force, revealing the clear sky!

The spiritual sword in front of him also emitted a thousand-foot-high light in an instant, as dazzling as a row of electric welding machines ignited at the same time.

The Sword Saint scolded: "Go!"

The next second, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword disappeared.

...

“Three…two…one…one…”

As the sound of Feng Huaxue fell, the speed of the car dropped instantly. In less than two seconds, Ferrari stopped steadily on the road.

Ding Ling raised his head from inertia, and a trace of blood flashed in his eyes.

Mingyue's voice sounded: "I'm staring."

Ding Ling was silent, he let out a gentle breath, and closed his eyes while jumping out of the car.

In front of the car, Feng Wanxue and Ito Yukiko got out at the same time. When Ito Yukiko opened the car door, her whole body disappeared without a trace. Feng Wanxue instantly pinched the fingers of the Kaitian Art. As long as her fingertips closed, the teleportation to Youxutian would be instantly opened.

Time only passed one second, and it seemed like countless seconds passed…

In this scene that seemed to have been slowed down, a picture suddenly rose in Ding Ling's mind.

It was a spiritual sword emitting supreme light, which came to him instantly at a speed beyond space, and then... penetrated his body. He could even feel the pain when his heart was broken.

He stretched out his hands and the Xuanyuan Sword appeared in his hand in an instant. The next second, his right leg took a slightly step back.

Just as he retreated, he raised the Xuanyuan Sword without warning or even without reason. In this moment, the same incandescent light shone on the entire suburbs of the provincial capital!

Without any hesitation, no hesitation, and no thoughts... He cut the Xuanyuan Sword down heavily!

Just as he swung the Xuanyuan Sword down, the bright moon also stepped out of the void, and at the same time, the faint cold light of Gan Qi rose.

This is an extremely strange scene. If there is a high-speed camera to shoot, you can definitely see that the moment they raised their weapons and slashed them down, even when they slashed into the air, there was still nothing under their swords and axes.

However, just one thousandth of a second later, a light that was enough to blind his eyes came out of nowhere!

Feng Wanxue's pupils tightened in an instant!

The moment she saw the swords intersect, her delicate jade fingers closed, and then, she stomped her feet and rushed toward Ding Ling and Mingyue.

"clang……"

It was not until this time that the melodious voice sounded briefly. At this moment, Feng Wanxue had already rushed to the scene.

On the ground, the light of the Longyuan Sword was slightly dim. Under the double blows of Xuanyuan Sword and Gan Qi, even if it was an ancient divine weapon with a higher degree of awakening, it still lost a trace of its luster when facing two divine weapons standing at the top of the same type.

And he was beheaded.

The wind swept the snow like a breeze, just like a fairy picking up the jade hairpin that fell to the ground. She held the hilt of the sword, and then she crushed the instant step.

The next moment, she floated back to the sky.

All this is done in just one second!

This time was too fast, and it was so fast that when Ding Ling's eyes recovered from the dazzling light that he saw that there was no sign of Feng Wanxue in the field. It was almost time for him to have an illusion, just as if the sword from the sky had not appeared just now, and everything was his own illusion!

In addition to his illusion, there was also Yukiko Ito who had just sneaked into the void. Yukiko Ito only felt a flash of light in front of her eyes, and then... Feng Wanxue was gone.

Mingyue's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand and held Ding Ling's hand.

On Yuqing Mountain, a white shadow fell from the sky.

"Qizi!" After Mingyue calmly said this, she instantly returned to Ding Ling's body.

Ding Ling unscrupulously raised his realm and spiritual consciousness to the extreme, and swept around arrogantly.

In his spiritual consciousness, a cultivator who was so powerful that he was hiding in a farm a mile away. He grinned and turned his head to look in that direction.

The Sword Saint did not move. The Sword Saint... moved.

Without warning, the powerful practitioner appeared directly in front of Ding Ling.

This is an old man who can be seen at any time, just like a retired worker. He is wearing a white coat with a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. His hands are empty and his eyes are... as if he is hiding two bombs. He only needs a half spark to explode in an instant!

His hands kept trembling, and even his cheeks kept trembling. His gaze was on the sword in Ding Ling's hand. For a moment, he shouted loudly: "Where is my sword!"
Chapter completed!