v5 Chapter 79： Silking

Whether it is Xuan Yue, or the boundless wind and rain, at this time, the sword that he displayed is hard to block.

However, it is only the mysterious moon and the wind and rain itself that cannot be close to his body. The shock of the powerful force is not able to go out and is passed on to him.

Because of this, Gu Huaicai issued a very angry and sullen drink.

In his screaming voice, there was a huge roar in his body, like two giant wolves colliding in his body and slamming.

There were countless folds on his smooth jade face. There were bright rays of light in these folds, and each light was like a broken knife and sword.

Gu Huai’s eyes are all unbelief and painful. He looks down at his body.

There was a wound on his abdomen, and blood rushed into it, revealing the internal organs.

There are a lot of tiny flying debris floating on the inner organs, shining some black light, like the dust rising in the wasteland.

This wound was torn from the inside out, not caused by anyone present, but from the previous battle of Tang Xin.

Although he used the power of Zheng sleeve to kill Tang Xin, Tang Xin was like a passerby who was occasionally met in the wilderness. However, he left him great both in the will and in the body. Trauma.

Even if I got some spiritual rain, when the center of the ancestral land arrived, the spiritual rain had already stopped. Therefore, under the pressure of diplomacy, the injury brought by the sword **** Emperor Tang Xin first broke out.

Looking at Gu Huai, who was so angry and angry, the eyes of the warrior were full of pity.

Since the unparalleled wind and rain sword appeared, he knew that Gu Huai was already dead.

A legendary figure in the Bashan sword field has died in such a simple way, even if he is somewhat incredible and even sympathetic.

However, he is still vigilant.

......

Anyone in the presence of Gu Huai is more aware of his situation at this time, but at this time, the emotions filled with his body besides the anger are still unbelievable.

Like many people who are dying, they never believe that they are about to die.

Just because he doesn't believe it, he knows he is going to die.

He looked up at Ding Ning.

In addition to the name of the Ziyu giant tree, at this time in the hedge of the sword, the strange middle-aged man who has once again turned to the ground, everyone understands his mind before his death.

A black dot appeared in the sky.

Then it became a mountain.

There was a crack in the sound along the way. I don’t know if the temple was cracked by the cracks, or the voice of the void was torn.

This Jianshan fell to Ding Ning with his gaze.

"The last thing I want to do before I die, I still want to take me to the funeral. Who is good for you?"

"Is it for you to come here to kill me?"

"You are going to die, still care about her and Yuan Wu? I still care if I might be stronger than you in the future?"

"You don't want to keep me, see what I can do to her and Yuanwu?"

Ding Ning looked up at the Jianshan.

The shadows and power of Jianshan firmly enveloped him.

The sorcerer of the sorcerer's sword determined that he would die after he died. Even without the help of Zheng Shou, it was still powerful to an unimaginable level, even more powerful than the sword of Shang Tang.

All the killings of this sword are in Ding Ning, but Ding Ning just calmly looked at the Jianshan Mountain that landed from the air, and said it with constant irony.

Gu Huai’s body trembled inexplicably.

Not because of his injury, but because of his emotional volatility.

It was only Ding Ning’s first sentence that had already had a great impact on his emotions, and his sword’s intentions fluctuated.

The sword of this sword is no longer perfect.

But it is not perfect, it is still a sword of the Emperor of the Spiritual Sword, and it is still Jianshan Sword.

The eyes of the warrior are set on the sword of Jianshan.

In the sky, Jianshan Sword just appeared, and the moment when the killing of Mian Ning was confirmed, a black-faced machete appeared in his hands.

There are countless mottled traces on this scimitar, such as the heavily weathered agate, but every mottled trace of a horse's hoof is like the most holy moonlight.

At this time, when Gu Huai’s sword was shaken, the warrior and the scorpion also made a choice. His hands clasped the handle of the scimitar and made a scream.

This knife is like awakening and absorbing the soul of the cyan dragon that just died here. In the disorderly wind, there is a real dragon shadow skyrocketing, and it hits the side of Jianshan sword.

He didn't want to resist this sword, he just wanted to change the place where the sword was.

As he wished, the Jianshan sword made an unimaginable roar in the air, and began to shift. In the air above, there were more bursts of sound, and there were countless smaller black spots falling like rain. It was actually from the top to the bottom of the mountain wall that came and collapsed.

However, this is only the beginning.

The Jianshan sword slanted and fell, and the blade and the mountain wall collided together.

The entire Zushan began to sway, and the mountain appeared cracks along the blade.

Just no one cares about this.

Although the sword of Jianshan Sword is skewed, but a fierce killing still falls down along the pattern of Jianshan Sword, still falling to Ding Ning.

......

The face of Li Xixing has become very pale.

He knew that he could not hold a sword.

In the face of this sword, he is afraid that a small one is like a fly under the tip of a sword. Even death can not change the tendency of the tip of the sword.

However, he still looked up and decided to swing up the fangs sword.

An invisible wall carries all his strength and will.

However, at this time, Ding Ning's side is faster than him.

This person can only be Shen Xuan naturally.

Because of the resistance of the war, he even had time to think about it.

He knew that he would block this sword again, and he would definitely hurt and even die.

But he did not shoot, no one on the scene could stop Ding Ning's murder.

So this is a big gamble.

A gamble that bets with life.

"Li Jia?"

He thought for a moment and decided to gamble.

Because if you live like this... it doesn't make sense to live.

He is out of the sword.

The **** fog of a blizzard rose up, just like all the blood floating in the big floating prison for so many years was brought up by his sword and flocked to the sword of the town.

Li Xixing’s body shook.

He did not feel too much pressure on the oppression, because this sword has already been hit with the sword of Gu Huai before him.

Taxis in Kazakh...

Countless bone cracks rang in Shen Xuan's body.

Along with the sound, there is a more subtle flesh and tear.

Shen Xuan smiled bleakly.

He felt that he had lost his bet.

The fragmentation of bones does not necessarily mean death, but the tears of the meridians and internal organs, but even the strong people like Huaihua can not survive.

The strong man like Gu Huai, even the last imperfect war, is enough to kill him in the hard fight, just like letting him end the last killing for Ding Ning.

He smiled bleakly, looked at Ding Ning, and even began to think that all of this was just the perfect setting for Ding Ning.

Because Ding Ning’s performance before this was too perfect, it seemed that everything was as he wanted.

"You gambled."

However, at this time, Ding Ning said this to him.

Then then whispered, "Whether we will eventually die here, but at least you will not die now."

Ding Ning’s hand fell on him at this time.

Shen Xuan heard countless shreds of sound.

It is like the auditory hallucination before death, but this sound comes from Ding Ning's body.

Then he felt that there were countless tiny wires floating into his body.

This feeling is like Ding Ning's body has a lot of tiny things that spit out the thread and break into his body.

However, at the next moment, these threads turned into rain.

"this is?"

He was shocked to the extreme, not only because of the strong vitality contained in the rain, but also because of the silk itself.