v6 Chapter 72： successor

This sword is too casual, and the process of killing is too fast. All the people in this army who see this scene don't even have time to fear. They only understand subconsciously that the other party is too strong. It seems impossible to prevent the other party from entering the depths of the military camp. There was another violent wind blowing in it.

The violent cold wind made it impossible for all the sergeants near the gate of the camp to stand firm. Even the camps that were firmly fixed to the ground with iron braze were picked up and flew away.

Holding a woman who seems to be frozen and crushed by the human soul, wrapped in the wind and frost, has advanced several hundred feet between this interest!

The ordnance and symbols that fell toward her body fell behind her, and the sergeants on both sides were still in the same position, but the novels were the same as those of the ordnance and symbols, and the surface was covered with ice crystals. Was frozen in the ground.

The cold wind is moving forward, and the sword is directed at the Chinese military camp where Mo Ying is located. On this route, very few people can stand firm, but not everyone.

More than a dozen practitioners appeared from all corners of the camp, standing in the cold wind in front of her.

The position of these practitioners seems to be scattered, but the power from the body is cutting the vitality of the surrounding world, and it forms a special battle.

Some military and sectarians have a combination of practitioners who can use the power of a lower practitioner to fight against powerful practitioners.

At this time, the more than ten practitioners who formed the battle are not weak. The most important thing is that in this army, as long as they can entangle each other and limit each other to a certain area, the army will have more. The killings deal with this type of attacker.

Most of the more than ten practitioners came from different sects. At this time, they looked at the sword that was so dark and unimaginable, but they all understood that it was the legendary Gongsun’s big lady, and this sword was the best in the world. The violent sword of the nine secluded King Sword, so they have already pushed their true elements to the extreme.

The power of this battle has made the long-term Sunshine feel strong, and the footsteps have been stunned. The road ahead has become long in sight.

A practitioner is not among the more than ten practitioners. He stands behind a symbolic instrument and feels that he has firmly locked in the shallow snow of his grandson.

In front of him, this symbol has the height of two adults, and is a metal figure standing on the base of a bronze cylinder engraved with many mysterious runes. The metal figure stretched out the index finger of the right hand and went forward, just like pointing.

"do not move."

Just as the real element in his body has flown violently, and he is trying to inspire the power of this large symbol, he hears a very earnest voice.

The practitioner who had previously joined the Grandson of the Grandson and his grandson, did not know when he had arrived not far behind him.

This young practitioner wearing a black shirt is naturally Ding Ning.

Looking at the military practitioner who had heard his voice and turned slightly over his body, Ding Ning shook his head again and whispered: "Don't move."

The body of this army martial artist is slightly stiff. He is very clear that the other party’s saying is not to let himself not to inspire this powerful Chinese military symbol. At the same time, he also feels the strong warning in the other party’s sentence. However, he did not give up his intention to make a shot. After a moment of hesitation, the real element of his violent flow in his body rushed out from the sleeve of his right hand, and did not fall into the base rune of the symbol. Instead, it was injected into a flying sword in the sleeve.

The bang of the bang banged, and the sleeves of the martial artist in the army smashed.

A gray sword shadow, in the flying rags, such as the power fell to Ding Ning's chest.

Ding Ning slightly frowned, he raised his right arm and pointed to the flying sword that came like lightning.

There was another whistling whistling sound in the deafening sound, and a sword gas was shot from his fingertips, and the air that was instantly oppressed and became like a layer of crystallized air was accurately and correctly. hit.

Just a sword, with some life.

To be exact, it is just a sword flowing out of the sword.

The tight-fitting face of the cultivators in the military was black in the blink of an eye. Because of the unique connection with the flying swords, the skin on the face was violently swayed, and wrinkles such as water waves rippled on the surface.

His eyes slammed sharply and filled with incredible emotions.

It was just a sword flowing from the other side of the sword, but the moment the sword appeared, it gave his body an instinctive shudder. This is irrelevant to the repair, but lies in the momentary perception of the other's sword.

What kind of sword is it so strong that it is enough to make his body produce an instinctive shudder?

In the next moment, more shock comes from the fact that he can't control his flying sword!

Although the sword is from a sword that is stronger than his imagination, it is impossible to completely suppress his flying sword in terms of its own strength.

However, his flying sword was hit by the sword and flew up. In the violent tremor, it was beyond control.

Ding Ning's body micro-bow, avoiding the three arrows from the back of the body, with a heavy image of the body, through the cold wind to the front of the army practitioner.

The soldier in the army breathed a meal, and between the sullen, the **** of the right hand brought out a flower-like sword and fell to Ding Ning's eyes.

Ding Ning's brows still squatted slightly, but his face was calm and extreme, even his eyes did not blink, his right hand flicked, and a sword slammed through the flower.

The flowers are scattered, and the swords that are as strong as the spirit are like the texture of the broken tiles, bringing out a white airflow, flying over the cheeks on both sides of Ding Ning.

Ding Ning's sword spurs on the chest of the practitioner in this army. The chest of this army stalker is hit by a wooden stake, and the whole body flies backwards.

A **** fog emerged from the chest of the cultivator of the army.

However, when the fall of the ground and the feeling of strength flowing out of his body, the military practitioner also found himself alive.

He is only hurt, but he is not dead.

......

Mo Ying’s gaze fell on the soldier who was injured and not dead.

In the battle against the long-term shallow snow, the battle with the more than a dozen strong men formed the battle. This battle seemed insignificant at this time. However, when Ding Ning shot the flying sword of the army practitioner, his attention was Instead, it has been concentrated on this battle.

Only a practitioner of this level can accurately perceive what happened in that very short time.

The decision to win this battle lies in the trick.

The young practitioner who wore the most unusual black robes of Changling, broke the flying sword with one sword, and broke the other's fingers with flowers.

Both swords found the flaws in the sword's own spirit in a seemingly flawless place.

The swordsmanship is hidden in the chest, and there is no trick. The practitioners of this kind, who had been in the Bashan sword field many years ago, have only appeared in one person.

Now, he saw the shadow of that person from the young man in Xuanyi.

So now this is a breeze to defeat the other side, but it is only a heavy young man who does not kill the other side, it should be the descendant of that person.

The descendants of the nine dead silkworms finally appeared.

"It turned out to be true."

He smiled bitterly, stood up, raised the sword in front of the case, looked at Ding Ning in the distance, and said to himself: "The coming is still coming." Mobile users please visit http: //m.piaotian.net