v8 Chapter 57： Six rooms

Such a four-person squad is even a squad of six sects. On the battlefield, it is already a dagger squad that can forcibly attack and kill seven.

Four of the seven sects who can form such a perfect killing line, on the battlefield, I am afraid to kill any enemy's seven realms.

However, when these four killings fell to Ding Ning, the shores of Lin Boiled wine and others did not have a plan to shoot.

Because the opponents of these four drug slaves are Ding Ning, and Ding Ning is an incomparable existence of any seven.

In the Changling City of that year, such a squad was nothing. &nbs - small - say - p; So at this time in the eyes of the forest boiled wine, there is even a long-lost feeling, there is a hopeful flash.

No one has the perfect sword meaning like Wang Jingmeng. When he first saw Wang Jingmeng and saw Wang Jingmeng’s sword, he was shocked.

In many battles afterwards, watching Wang Jingmeng’s enemies, watching many of his sword styles, is an unspeakable enjoyment for his practitioners.

Now, he has not seen such a sword for many years.

The shadow of the shield and the tip of the gun covered Ding Ning on the white sand beach, and firmly locked Ding Ning's air. The two seven environmental medicine slaves sensed all the subtle changes in Ding Ning's body and judged some possible movements of him. .

Ding Ning moved at this moment, he did not have a clever sideways, greeted the first arrival of the gun.

When his body moves, the first thing that changes is the nearest waiter. The water vapor around the world gathers toward the huge hornbow in his hand. The crystal water drops from the ends of the bow and gathers in him. Fingers, condensed into a crystal water arrow.

This sparkling water arrow swayed with terrible fluctuations, and the air continued to scream.

Ding Ning had some accidents. He looked up and saw the horned bow in the hand of the drug slave. It was only between this eye that the drug slave was a meal.

He can lock Ding Ning's position, but he can't shoot.

Because Ding Ning's position at this time, it is in the corner of the shield, the corner of his arrow can not reach.

Ding Ning is just a simple side, and he has already blocked his shot.

Then Ding Ning took out the sword.

An unusually simple sword.

The breath of life was poured out from his hands and turned into a sword of torture.

There were a few violent anger in the air, which turned into a strange glory and quickly attached to the blade of the Great Sword.

The sword of the Great Sword seems to become thinner and sharper in an instant.

Then his sword was cut on the tip of his gun and then attached to the shield.

The gun was broken and the shield was broken.

This sword is only a precise lock on the air of the gun shield, without any cleverness.

The tip of the gun fell off on the side of Ding Ning, and Ding Ning passed through the cut shield and passed the two drug slaves.

His sword took the opportunity, and the heads of the two drug slaves floated up.

There are only two left of the four drug slaves.

The drug slave who had a fingertip on the water arrow didn't hesitate. He let go of the water arrow that was condensed between his fingers, and then pulled out the long knife on his back.

In his subconscious mind, the distance between Ding Ning and him is too close. Under this distance, any minor body movements of the practitioner can easily avoid the direct attack of the arrow.

However, in his view, such an arrow can still give him a certain time, not to mention in front of him, there is a flying sword that brings out countless swords and shadows.

A bang.

The arrow shot, without any sharp sound, but a loud noise, the arrow instantly turned into a water dragon, heading for Ding Ning.

The green flying sword fell from the sky, and numerous swords and shadows were mixed together, just like the bristles of countless peacocks were falling.

Ding Ning looked up slightly, and he looked at the countless swords and the sword in his hand.

There was a clear crack in the dull bang of the water dragon when it broke.

In the sky, the sword shadow was collected. In the sword light of Ding Ning, the green flying sword revealed the real body and became two pieces of broken swords that were cut off, like a smashed scorpion.

At the same time, Ding Ning's body has also passed by the water dragon, a sword toward the drug slave who just pulled out the long knife behind.

It’s awkward, it’s more like a plan.

Because the movement of Ding Ning's sword was too smooth and light, and the drug slave was at the end of his sword.

This sword gives the impression that even if the tip of the sword is crossed over the body, it only leaves a shallow wound. However, the drug slave who faces the sword of Ding Ning is not at all this feeling.

He intuitively felt that the knife in his hand could not stop a sword. With a shock in the depths of his body, his left hand pulled out the short knife at the waist and sealed it toward Ding Ning's sword.

Ding Ning's eyes fell on him.

There was no change in his sword, and Jianguang cut in between the gaps of the two knives.

The body of the drug slave is stiff.

He watched Ding Ning's sword tip across his chest.

The tip of the sword just left a faint red mark, but in the next moment, the red marks screamed and the sword gas deepened into his body. His body was cut like a thin piece of paper.

The last drug slave was coughing up blood.

His sword was cut off in an instant, causing serious trauma to his sea of ​​breath.

Ding Ning took the sword and his eyes fell on the eyebrows of this drug slave.

The eyebrow of the drug slave appeared a red dot.

A drop of blood flying in the air was driven by his sword at the time of his sword, and he was shot in the eyebrow of the drug slave.

The power of this blood is not strong, but it is fatal enough for a practitioner whose body is destroyed and whose real elements are still violently turbulent.

A slamming sound rang from the back of the drug slave.

A **** fog rushed from behind his back, and then the body of the drug slave fell softly back to the ground.

Ding stood quietly.

The bodies of the four drug slaves were scattered around his body.

Looking at such a picture, Lin boiled wine is full of emotion.

Even the practitioners of the seven realms, under such a perfect sword, are extremely fragile and seem to be no different from the low-level practitioners.

The old Wang Jingmeng dream is so powerful.

Or, Ding Ning is now more powerful.

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Lin boiled wine and Zhang fifteen, the grandson shallow snow ashore.

They followed Ding Ning's back, through the white sand and a mangrove forest, and walked to the front of the floating building.

In the distant white fog, I can't really see it. Now they see six rooms and six independent huge warehouses standing in front of them.

These six huge warehouses are made of gloomy wood in the sea. The sea breeze can't be corroded, but it smells the years.

Every warehouse is huge, like a huge ship that is stranded on it.

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