This sword is very common, not good-looking, but the arm length extends to the extreme, and anyone who can understand this sword has an amazing feeling, because Ding Ning also exerts the lightness of this sword to the extreme.

Yuan Wu still wants to use the two-lost method of warfare, so that it can naturally make up for the use of swords, in terms of seeing the trick, Yuan Wu does not think that he can be better than Ding Ning.

However, at this time, Yuan Wu can be sure that when the other side's sword touches his body, no matter how he draws his sword, his sword cannot touch Ding Ning's body.

So he had only flashes, or to block the sword.

Flash may encounter more continuous sword pursuit, so Yuan Wu angry hard drink, the sword in the hand shakes a sword flower, hard dinging this sword.

Ding Ning shook his head gently.

The sword that Yuan Wu shook was only the shadow of his hand when the sword was recovered.

Ding Ning's body jumped lightly to the left side of Yuanwu, the body swinging like Yang Liu in the wind, even if there is no support from the real yuan, the sword in his hand still stabbed four swords in a moment, and four sword lights up in the air.

The sword is fast enough to deceive people’s eyes and perceptions.

These four swords have been stabbed out, but at this time it is impossible to distinguish which sword comes first and which sword is behind.

This is another trick from the Changling second-rate practice in the willow sword court sword sutsis, but no one thought that such a sword can be followed by the sword of the white ape sword, and smooth to feel perfect.

A sword screen was lit in front of the twilight.

Yuan Wu's wrist was flexible to the seemingly boneless situation, and his body stood in place without moving, so that the sword in his hand was like a peacock opening screen before the four sword lights.

There is no sound of swords and swords.

His sword is still falling.

Ding Ning’s body had swept from his side.

This moment Ding Ning's sword was not directly cut to his body, but the tip of the sword had already provoked a pluck of dirt on the ground and dumped it on his back.

Yuan Wu's heart suddenly ignited more violent anger, his feet suddenly force, hard to reverse his body, the sword turned around, the sword stopped this piece of soil.

But he did not block the soil.

This piece of soil with the sword, not straight hit, but with a strange rotation, in front of him, it is hard to draw an arc, across the front of the sword, with the sound of the pussy, hard hit the chest of Zhong Yuanwu.

An uncontrollable cry sounded.

A pain in his chest and a sluggish breath.

Even without any real yuan, this piece of soil still carries a weak force.

But what makes Yuanwu unbearable than pain is that kind of humiliation.

The wet mud splattered open in his chest, and a lot of dirt sputtered into his chin, sputtering in his face.

Ding Ning was already quietly standing on the ground less than two feet away from him, and slowly adjusting his breathing at this time when he was not breathing well.

Whether in the world of ordinary warriors or in the world of practitioners, the party who has time to rest and rest will naturally have more lasting combat power.

The choir regained its breath.

His breathing was not heavy.

He and Ding Ning only had a few tricks, but the sword in his hand could not even touch Ding Ning's sword!

No matter how unconvincing he was, his heart was clear at this time, whether it was the use of swords or the experience of this battle, he could not be compared with Ding Ning.

Ding Ning slowly raised his head.

His eyes crossed the head of Yuanwu and looked at the sky above the long mausoleum.

He said softly, “Now you should understand?There are some things that are not what you think... The world you think will always be a long way from the real world.Just as you think you can fight with me, just as you think that without me, you and Zheng Sleeve will become the most perfect male and female protagonist in the world."

“But that is not the case.”

Ding Ning shook his head indifferently, "Even if I enter the long mausoleum late, maybe Zheng Sleeve became a queen for the first time, but later, perhaps Zheng Sleeve betrayed you and captured your throne, and many things later may not be as you want to happen."

The hand of Yuan Wu’s sword trembled slightly, and he did not know how to refute it.

"The world is actually very cruel, even if you are good to people, people may not be all-in-one for you, after all this life, are waiting to touch the right person."Ding Ning slightly mocked softly said: "Moreover, you can't even do it with your whole heart to be good to people, whether it's a friend or a loved one, you're all this hypocrisy, this tangle, hypocrisy and tangle is disgusting."

With that, Ding Ning drew his sword.

He has no sympathy for those whom he truly hates, and does not want to give a good end.

His sword did not fall to the body of Yuanwu, but to the ground in front of him.

His body is going backwards.

Through the continuous steps of his feet, the tip of the sword was constantly sliding up and stirring up in the footprints he left behind.

A piece of soil followed the provoking of his sword and flew rapidly, like a piece of sword that kept falling to the body of Yuanwu.

This is not like a showdown between powerful swordsmen, much like playing with mud between children, but with the continuous change of the sword road in Ding Ning's hand, these mud pieces provoked by being hardened also have their own different flight trajectories in the air.

Some are like arrows, some are like tiles flying on the water, some fall from the air, and some are like flying over, and some are like flying around in the air.

You can't avoid all these pieces of mud.

Nor could he rush directly to Ding Ning in spite of these mud pieces.

The power of the previous piece of earth has made him understand that it is impossible to follow the footsteps of Ding Ning, and it is impossible to deceive him.

So he took a deep breath and waved his sword.

But for the next moment, it was hard to breathe.

His sword chopped the pieces of mud that flew over, and the mud broke into dust, covering his sight, and causing a large amount of dust to rush into his nasal cavity.

He couldn’t stop coughing.

A piece of mud cut over his cheek.

There was a lot of blood running down his cheeks.

More pieces of mud fell on him, more wounds appeared on his body, more blood flowed down.

The initial exhalation of the river had completely disappeared, and the heavens and the earth had become completely quiet, only the slight suffocation of the earth shattered, and the tearing sound of the hard edges of the mud cut through the clothing and flesh.

Yuan Wuqi shouted, and he began to wave his sword like crazy and ran toward Ding Ning.

But Ding Ning still moved calmly and retreated.

At this time, everyone understood Ding Ning's intention.

He just used some of the simplest swords of Changling to let Yuanwu understand a lot of truths, and then he made Yuanwu in a desperate situation many years ago, and Wang's dream was in a desperate situation.

No matter how to fight, but can not go to the real opponent in front of, even the corner can not touch each other.

Yuanwu is being razed by the most ordinary soil in the world, a thousand knives.

...

Without the support of the real element, the more blood flowed, the faster the strength disappeared, and the slower the movement and reaction.

The sun was becoming more and more dazzling, but his eyes were blurred.

A piece of mud cut over his knees.

With a pomp of blood mixed with flesh and blood, he could no longer support the balance of his body and knelt down.

Unsurprisingly, it should be the end, and I try to finish it today.