Ding Ning looked at her calmly, and he did not even move, and there were countless swords swirling around him.

There seems to be a gap between these swords, but after the gap is still very thin sword gas.

A wispy fire small sword impact on these swords, like the rice grains thrown into the grinding disc are generally crushed, into a group of insignificant flame.

The small white flowers on the last flower and the sword are extinguished, and the silver flame of these small swords is also blooming and disappearing.

This is his sharpening stone sword, the strongest defensive sword in the world.

Even more powerful than the sword that Zheng Sleeve knew about Wang's dream.

However, whether it is Zheng Slee or Ding Ning, watching these star fire swords being blocked by this sword, the look has not changed at all.

Zheng Sleeve knew that this blow could not kill Ding Ning, and Ding Ning also knew that Zheng Slee was not just such a blow.

When the silver flame was still in Ding Ning's body, Zheng Sleeve's heart fell on the handle drifting in the void, and the white star fire was constantly wrapped in the quenching small sword.

The sword began to fall.

It instantly broke the vitality of this world, with the starlight, instantly officially broke into this heaven and earth.

The sky shook, the sky shook.

A silver wave of light spread out between the clouds.

It was like a mountain in the sky.

The center of this mountain is a vacuum of vitality, and only a lonely and indifferent sword light is falling madly.

The starlight wrapped in the sword light and the silver flame outside Ding Ning's body have an inexplicable connection, and when it is still in the high air, there are countless wisps visible to the naked eye, such as flowing stars, from the sword to the silver flame outside Ding Ning.

The swords that were moving outside Ding Ning began to crumble.

He frowned and quickly reacted to why the sword light of Zheng Sleeve had such power.

A terrible air pressure began to flow outward from the sea of air, but at this time, he sensed an interesting thing, the crumpled eyebrows suddenly loosened, the terrible power of life that was about to flow out of his sea of air, and also disappeared.

In the depths of the pale star fire, there was a little fiery red light.

This is like the deepest core of the little sword tire.

This sword she even hid from Yuanwu, she was left to use when she needed to face such a break with Yuanwu one day, she did not think that it would be forced out so early.

The real fire of Zhao Sword Furnace is the most powerful fire in the world, and her spark fire comes from outside this world, absolute annihilation, when these two extreme and absolutely different flames forcibly fused together, will inevitably produce extraordinary terrible power, she firmly believes that enough to break the sword of Dingning defense.

Except for Ding Ning, there is another person in the world who does not think so.

There was a woman in the world who was petite than her, but always respected as a gentleman.

She is Mr. Zhao Si of Zhao Sword Furnace.

This sword was her own sword.

How proud of Zhao Jianfu's people, especially when she followed in the footsteps of her benefactor, and finally really realized and reached the level that her grace teacher could achieve, and even more, how could she not take back this sword with her own hands?

When this sword containing the hope of Zheng Slee fell into this world, it was also the moment for her to withdraw her sword.

Mr. Zhao Fourth laughed proudly.

The stone beneath her feet began to melt away by the breath that had been scattered from her, turning into hot magma.

The frantic falling sword became incomparably clear in her perception.

The red light in the deepest core of the sword fetal was beginning to spread out.

“Come back!”

She whispered!

The sound was not loud, but it was unrecrupulous.

Not only the real element in her body, but also the spirit and vitality seemed to be completely burned in this moment, and the little sword was completely connected.

The “shit” sound.

The ringed mountain in the sky instantly shattered and became innumerable broken clouds.

The light of the sword in the center was suddenly red and bright, so red as a huge furnace in the air.

That kind of red to the unimaginable flame, the white flame and the silver starlight together.

The body trembled suddenly.

This little sword is now the real sword she has hidden for a long time, but it is also the life sword of Mr. Zhao Si, between her and Mr. Zhao Si, at this time, it is really to fight with his own life, just like the two sides are torn their flesh and blood.

In this moment, her strength will not lose to Mr. Zhao.

However, she could not hold on.

Because Mr. Zhao Si really took his life feverishly.

The sword of the sword is so desirable.

She could clearly feel that Mr. Zhao Si would rather lose his life and must take back the sword.

She wants to live.

She could not fight with Mr. Zhao for this sword.

So in that moment, she lost her sword.

Red to the unimaginable small sword proudly through the white fire, dragging a huge rolling tail, flying to the distance, flying to Mr. Zhao Si's place.

The terrifying force turned into a joke, like a leaky raft, dancing in the air.

The sky is shining brightly, and the sky is full of fireworks.

Ding Ning looked up at such anger.

He was purely a spectator and did not need to deal with the sword of Zheng Sleeve himself.

Under the angry fireworks, the face of Zheng Sleeve was incomparably dark.

She could not say that the war was unfair.

For many of the forces in this sword do not belong to her.

And the failure of this sword is only that she did not completely conquer the sword.

...

“What else?”

Ding Ning did not look at her, he looked up and quietly asked this.

The spirit spring Xianlian is also useless, and the sword of the life that has been refined for a long time has not been carried out before it has been retrieved by Mr. Zhao Si.

What else?

If anything, I can only get it out this time.

In this sentence of Ding Ning's calmness, it contains indescribable sarcasm, unspeakable power and pleasure.

Because the most difficult thing for Zheng Slee to deal with is that she always has a bottom card.

Is there still one?

She looked at the ground under her feet and did not respond.

In the sky, a bright starlight column fell down and fell to Ding Ning.

At the same time, her body ran back.

Ding Ning out of the sword.

The terrible breath of life that had just come out of his body was like a real beast rushing out of the body.

It was the first time he had really used the power of the Nine Dead Silkworms and the Great Sword.

There are countless broken horrors in this place.

This indestructible sword light, like a myriad of invisible silkworms, devours the vitality along the way, even the annihilated starlight.

The sword light instantly came to the front of Zheng Sleeve.

The clothes on the body of Zheng Sleeve were instantly broken and turned into flying ash.

She was an inelden and perfect body, exposed to the cold air.