v6 Chapter 77： Festival

A dark vitality, such as the real magic dragon blooms, the spurt of the gun and the flying sword form a dazzling aura, which suddenly expands outward.

Ding Ning suddenly fell to the next, a sigh, as the ground sag down, the surface of the body skin spattered a **** fog. The bones in his body sounded almost bursting, and the whole body almost disintegrated. However, the numerous small silkworms that ran away in his body were extremely tenaciously swallowed up by most of the energy that poured into his body, and even with most of the shocks and shocks that supported his body.

Under the sky above his head, under the aura of rapid expansion, the sleek and flying sword has just been repelled a few feet away, but in his sullen moment, it is a new moment. The power, but began to accelerate!

The acceleration of this sword has a crazy taste, because the acceleration is too intense, the tail of the sword begins to sway naturally, disturbing the terrible sound of the air.

Mo Ying’s gun is still down. His mouth has just been ridiculed. In his opinion, this gun’s hard fight is naturally the result of Ding Ning’s heavy hit.

However, when the movement of the sword was clearly present in the perception, his eyes were slightly twitching.

This sword, Ding Ning is faster than him!

The real element in his body is still turbulent at this time, and the gun is still going on, but Ding Ning’s second sword has arrived, so fast that he can’t think clearly about how to deal with it, and it’s too late to be angry and horrified.

He only has a gun.

The gun can block Ding Ning's sword.

The magic dragon gun suddenly collapsed, turned into a thick black vitality, forced to accept the castration, and then turned into a real shape, a strike!

A loud bang rang in the air.

Ding Ning’s flying sword didn’t really fly to him. He just stabbed him over the empty space and brought out a straight sword road. It’s faster than the sound. This screaming sound is the speed of the flying sword. After the exhaustion, it sounded at high altitude and passed down.

Mo Ying shot a shot, but the body seems to have been hollowed out. In the first turn, a sip of blood spouted from the mouth.

Ding Ning's sword is just a sham move, forcing him to forcibly shoot a gun, a powerful force to recover, and the force that spurts out from his body. The amount of impact, like two practitioners who are equal to him, in His body hardened a fight.

The sound of the blast sounded in the air at this time, accompanied by the naked eye, such as a huge dandelion-like shock wave.

Mo Ying’s body fell down and coughed a few times.

In the military camp, the more than ten practitioners who formed the battle had stopped breathing at this time. They knew that Ding Ning’s talent had already suffered a minor injury. However, it was obvious that Mo’s injury was so heavy that he At this time, even Ding Ning's flying sword could not be launched at high altitude!

This is a wound injury.

It is still Ding Ningsheng.

......

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

Even with a lot of similar experience, the war across the border has always been like walking on a cliff with many unpredictable dangers.

Until then, this battle really entered his time.

As he breathed in, his eyes turned into a deep red.

The blood of his blood and some disordered movements in his body were pulled by many of his real wires and burned in an instant!

boom!

His body was as heavy as a hammer, and the strength of some of the nine dead silkworms in the body was also forced out, and the heaven and earth, which was inspired by this blood, melted into one place.

The black clothes on his body turned pale in a moment, like a pale wave swaying outside his body.

There was a big sword in the sky above the sky.

The warm spring sword, which had been so brightly colored to the extreme, turned into a hot sun.

The entire battalion was blazed with bright, blazing light, white to the extreme, white to the human eye can not see any light and shadow.

Mo Ying screamed and closed his eyes.

His hand did not tremble, but the tip of the gun was a little bit of a moment, and the dark tip of the gun was like a heavy rain, welcoming the scorching sun-like sword above him.

This is one of the secret swords of the Bashan sword field, "Sunburn".

Sword gas forms a lot of mirrors, attracting the heat of countless real suns, and the dazzling light is only revealed by the external phase. The real power of terror comes from the terror heat contained in the beam of the sword.

However, his shot was cast out, and the sword in the sense disappeared instantly.

His perception is dark.

After the extreme light, it is often the deepest darkness caused by the momentary contrast.

Ding Ning's powerful sword "Sunburn" is actually a virtual move.

The heart of Mo Ying’s heart beats violently, and with the arrogance of the blood, the real death that first came to his body forced the potential in his body. In the moment of this electric stone fire, he finally perceived a faint shadow.

His hands illuminate, and a pure and pure element in the depths of the gas sea jade spurts out from the palm of his hand. He traverses the end of the handle and slams into the faint shadow like a spoon. .

At this time, he heard a voice that should not appear.

That is the sound of the giant mountain moving in the sky.

This sound is a symbol of the movement of the seven kingdoms. It is the resounding of the massive heaven and earth vitality that converges in the void, hits and falls.

However, at this time, in addition to him and Ding Ning in the military camp, the rest of the practitioners did not shoot.

This is clearly the number of vitalities that can be motivated by the seven realms. It is not what he is motivated. Who else is there?

This moment is too fast.

His mind has just been born with such incomprehensible thoughts, and the end of his gun handle has already stunned the faint shadow hidden behind the light.

A faint shadow like a thin flap breaks open.

"free oneself!"

A sword-like name clearly rushed away all the thoughts in the mind of Mo Ying.

In the next moment, he felt his body suddenly sink, and then subconsciously looked at the sea.

An awning wave is rushing out of his abdomen, layering on it, shining with scarlet brilliance.

Then he heard a soft bang from his back.

An icy, piercing his flesh and blood from his back | flew out.

The magic dragon gun in his hand suddenly became heavier than the mountain.

With a bang, the long gun fell to the ground and splashed a smog.

Mo is ignorant and he feels his body is empty.

It turned out that the sword that followed the "Sunburn" was not really a killing trick, but even with a trick "蝉蜕"!

However, it is obviously not a seven-state. Why is this sword finally capable of carrying the power of seven realms?

The last sword... When such words appeared clearly in his mind, he began to feel pain and felt cold.

He made a scream.

The screams sounded extremely weird, and even he felt that he was not screaming for himself.

Ding Ning stood up and stopped.

Because of the rapid blood loss and the loss of the true yuan, the flesh and blood of Mo Ying was sag, and his face was not only instantly old, but even his cheeks were sunken, like two shadows.

Ding Ning felt happy.

His gaze fell on the sword of the smoke that was flying freely.

"The things in the Bashan sword field, I took it back."

He said slowly.

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