v6 Chapter 76： Debut

Blood drops splashed in the floating dust under the foot of Mo Ying, blooming like a blossoming early spring plum.

Mo Ying looked down at the blood and dust in his feet, and the gun was silent.

The eyebrow is not enough to affect his next battle, but it is enough to affect his mood.

The more than a dozen practitioners who were blocking the front of the shallow snow of the great-grandchildren were the highest in this military camp except him. Even the opponents like the grandson and the shallow snow could use fearlessness and remain absolutely quiet. However, at this time, seeing the appearance of this wound in his eyebrows, these more than ten practitioners are shocked and unable to self, and some people's lips are constantly shaking.  Fiction; just sword style.

In the real world where the real yuan was repaired and the firefly was very different, the other side was only using the sword style to make such a wound in the eyebrows of Mo Ying.

The sword is too perfect.

Although the sword style is the ultimate metaphysical to the extreme, but for this sword-style display and interpretation, the young practitioners of this Xuan shirt have reached the extreme they can not imagine, enough to make them worship these swordsmen.

Many of the old days of Changling have been burned down after the emperor Yuanwu was enthroned, but at this time they couldn’t help but think of the sword that Wang Wang’s dream was in Zhaodiping Lake and a Zhao Jianshi. At that time, Wang Jingmeng only showed up. A sword, let the other side look at it, has already admitted to the convenience.

The emperor of the sword makes the world's swords only worship.

Now the nine dead silkworms have officially appeared in the sun, and the "man" who has died has become real again.

The countless invisible small silkworms in Ding Ning's body got the real full release for the first time. The unspeakable joyful swaying, the shattered sounds were clearly and clearly introduced into Mo's ear. The short sword with its rich color in the handle revolves around the circle of Ding Ning's body, bringing out a dazzling light trail in the air, full of arrogance and arrogance.

Feeling the calm atmosphere of Ding Ning, Mo Ying slowly said: "You want to stand up."

His voice spread in the military camp, and everyone immediately understood what he meant.

A few years ago, Changling had already circulated news that nine dead silkworms were born. Only the nine dead silkworms knew that Wang Jingmeng knew that it was a unique thing. The nine dead silkworms were born, which naturally represented his descendants.

Over the years, the nine dead silkworms have been hidden in the dark, stunned by legends and reality, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false, but since it is to appear, whether it is the invincible practice of the nine dead silkworms, or the once invincible Bashan swordfield legend The descendants, the way and timing of appearance will never be mediocre.

The opponent who crosses the border and wins Mo Zhenying is the best appearance.

Many people stood in the opposite of the Bashan sword field, only because that person died, and that that person did not pass on.

When it is determined that the person is left behind and that the person as in the past is generally strong, many people may change their approach.

"Thank me, declare the official return of the nine dead silkworms, and start to take back the things of the Bashan swordfield... Let the people know that this is the far-reaching significance of this war." Mo Ying slowly looked up and did not respond. Ding Ning shook his head. "But you must be able to defeat me first. I don't believe that the move can be more than self-cultivation."

When he said this, his gun tip got out of the ground and picked up.

His body also seemed to be picked up by the magic dragon gun, followed by the gun and flew to Ding Ning.

There are not many real yuan outside, and the sky is rumbling in the sky. The strength of the heavens and the earth that comes from the mountains, all rolled into his body and the rifles in his hands.

He and the whole gun are united, extremely aggressive and simple to hit Ding Ning.

There are no moves.

Just colliding and crushing.

When everything is as simple as it is, the more difficult it is to break the law.

Looking at his shot, Ding Ning naturally knew the danger, but his eyes were not even the slightest flaws. He even pretended that Mo Ying would do so.

Because he is not exactly Mo Zhenying and the identity of those people in the military camp at this time.

He has Moxue and experience that these people have not imagined, and has faced many completely similar scenes.

So he has already done a good job.

Oh...

In the air around his body, among the bright and dazzling light marks that the flying sword brought out, the sword light was simultaneously emitted.

A thin knife-like sword light is closely attached, and it rotates rapidly, as if there are thousands of small swords spinning at the same time.

Jianguang revolves around his body and completely envelops his figure inside.

The Jianguang, which rotates in one direction as a whole, is like a big gyro and a stone mill at this moment.

The black squirting red-stained gun-tip slammed on the rotating sword light.

Jianguang wrapped Ding Ning's body and continued to retreat backwards, but the gun tip could not enter!

Jianguang constantly grinds the tip of the gun, the red tip of the gun and the black smoke are scattered. Among them, there are countless Venus!

"Grinding swords!"

Among the more than a dozen practitioners who formed a battle, and who had already been in a state of turmoil, finally someone could not control their emotions and screamed.

Mo Ying's lips are close to the line, and the magic dragon gun in his hand begins to oscillate. This time it is not just because his mood is once again violent, but also from the real power friction.

The grindstone sword is the same as the nine dead silkworms.

The Grindstone Sword is known as the best sword in the world, and it is also the sword that can kill people. When Wang Jing’s dreams were met by some real opponents, they used this sword. Kill.

Throughout the Bashan swordfield, only he alone mastered this sword, because this sword has been subject to the subtle control of countless swords and light flows, just like a momentary engraving of countless runes.

Nowadays, the grindstone sword reappears, and he can't enter the simple magic dragon gun.

This sword is not only a broken trick, but also broke his confidence.

In Jianguang and the flying fire, a blood rushed into Ding Ning's throat, but Ding Ning was extremely hot and hard to swallow this blood. At the same time, the left hand and the five fingers moved again, as if they were affected. A few invisible strings.

A few silky sword lights appeared behind Mo's fire, and they attacked several positions on his back.

Mo Ying Huo wakes up, a strange scream, the gun is still in the same position, but the whole person has already flew up.

A few sounds, several blood on his feet, and a few more wounds.

Ding Ning raised his head.

His calm eyes burst into the ultimate anger at this moment.

The flying sword that spun around him exploded like an explosion, not like a flying sword, but like a giant stick flying in the air, chasing the moss that had turned into a black spot in the sky above.

This sword is for "Heavenly Fury."

His sword is also a pure force.

The spewing of the real elements in his body, pulling the strength of the heavens and the earth that comes from all sides of the sky, the numerous small silkworms in the body also rushed wildly, spit out the power of the intrinsic.

A road of nine dead silkworms erupted into the sky, and it looked like a silk that stretched out into the sky.

"how is this possible!"

The practitioners in the military camp looked up at the sky, one by one open their mouths but could not breathe, such as the fish-like expression that was about to die.

They can't understand why Ding Ning would adopt such a sword.

Even if there are countless means of chasing, Ding Ning’s sword is pure and powerful.

The strength of the six realms is stronger, and the strength of the seven realms is hard to fight, and what can be cheaper?

Mo Ying’s mouth twitched slightly.

The sword silk cut off several muscles on his feet, and the severe pain made some dizziness in his mind.

Perceived by the sword chased below, Mo Ying also turned this pain that had not been experienced for a long time into a sigh.

In the thunderous anger, he held the gun with both hands and went down.

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