v8 Chapter 233： Cruel world

This kind of sword is very common, not good-looking, but it stretches the arm length to the extreme, and anyone who can understand this sword has an unusually stunning feeling, because Ding Ning has also brought the lightness of this sword to the extreme. .

Yuan Wu still wants to use the tactics of both defeats, so naturally he can make up for the use of swordsmen. In seeing the tricks, Yuan Wu does not think that he can beat Ding Ning.

However, at this time, Yuan Wu can be sure that when the other's sword tip touches his body, no matter how he makes his sword, his sword can't touch Ding Ning's body.

So he only has a flash, or block this sword.

Flashing may encounter more continuous swordsmanship, so Yuanwu screamed with anger, and the sword in his hand shook a sword flower and hardened the sword of Ding Ning.

Ding Ning shook his head gently.

The sword flower that Yuanwu shakes is only the afterimage of his sword.

Ding Ning's body leaped lightly to the left side of Yuanwu, and the body like a willow in the wind swayed. Even without the support of the real yuan, the sword in his hand still stabbed four swords in an instant, and four swords were illuminated in the air. Light.

The speed of the sword is fast enough to deceive the human eye and perception.

These four swords have been pierced one after another. At this time, it is impossible to distinguish which sword first, which sword,

This is another trick from the swordsmanship of Quliujian in the second-rate practice of Changling, but everyone did not think that such a sword can be picked up after the sword of the Baijian sword, and it is smooth and makes people feel perfect.

Yuan Wu’s body lit up a sword screen.

Yuan Wu's wrist is flexible enough to appear to be boneless. His body is standing still in place, and the sword in his hand is blocked like a peacock before the four swords.

However, there is still no sound of swords and swords.

His sword is still lost.

Ding Ning's body has passed from his side.

At this moment, Ding Ning's sword did not directly slam into his body, but the tip of the sword had already provoked a piece of earth on the ground and slammed it toward his back.

Yuan Wu’s heart suddenly ignited a more fierce anger. His feet slammed hard and forced his body to turn around. The sword turned around and the cross sword stopped at the soil.

However, he did not block this piece of soil.

This piece of soil, along with the sword, is not a straight collision, but with a strange rotation. When it is close to him, it is a hard arc of an arc, crossing the front. The blade of the sword, with a muffled sound, hit the chest of Yuanwu.

An uncontrollable exclamation sounded.

Yuan Wu’s chest hurts and his breath is stagnant.

Even without any real elements, this piece of soil still carries a weak force.

But it is the kind of humiliating emotion that is more unbearable than Yuan Wu.

The slightly wet mud splattered on his chest, and a lot of mud spattered into his chin and spattered on his face.

Ding Ning is already standing quietly on the ground less than two feet away from him. He is slowly adjusting his breathing at this time when he is not breathing well.

Whether in the world of ordinary warriors or in the world of practitioners, the party that has time to rest and adjust interest will naturally have more lasting combat power.

Yuan Wu resumed breathing.

His breathing could not help but be heavy.

He and Ding Ning only played a few tricks, but the sword in his hand, but even Ding Ning's blade can not touch!

No matter how unconvinced he is, he is clearly at the very end of his mind. Whether it is the use of swords and the experience of this battle, he can not be compared with Ding Ning.

Ding Ning slowly raised his head.

His eyes crossed the head of Yuanwu and looked at the sky above Changling.

He said lightly: "Now you should understand? Some things are not what you think... The world you think of is always a great distance from the real world. Just like you think you can be with me. Fight, just as if you think that without me, you and Zheng S sleeve will become the most perfect male and female protagonists in the world."

"However, it is not the case."

Ding Ning shook his head indifferently. "Even if I entered Changling late, maybe Zheng S sleeve became a queen for the first time, but later, maybe Zheng sleeves betrayed you and captured your throne. Many things later may not be As you want to happen."

Yuan Wu’s hand with the sword shook slightly, and he didn’t know how to refute it.

"This world is actually very cruel. Even if you are wholeheartedly good to people, people may not be fully attentive to you. After all, this life is waiting for someone to touch." Ding Ning whispered softly: "Not to mention you. Even the whole heart can't do anything about people, no matter to friends, to those you love, you are all hypocrisy. This entanglement, hypocrisy and entanglement is disgusting."

After finishing this sentence, Ding Ning will issue a sword.

He does not have any sympathy for the person he really hates, nor does he want to give a good ending.

His sword did not fall to Yuanwu's body, but fell to the ground in front of him.

His body is going backwards.

Through the stepping of his feet, the tip of the sword continued to slide up in the footprints left by him, and provoked upwards.

A piece of mud with the spur of his sword, constantly leaps and bounds, such as a piece of sword piece constantly falling to Yuanwu's body.

This is not like a confrontation between powerful swordsmen. It is like a playful play between children. However, with the constant change of Ding Ning’s sword road, these pieces of mud that have been slammed hard are The air also has different flight trajectories.

Some are as straight as arrows, some are like swirling tiles on the water, some fall from the sky, and some are like flying to the device, wandering around the strange spiral in the air.

Yuan Wu can't avoid all these pieces of mud.

It is also impossible for him to rush directly to Ding Ning regardless of these pieces of mud.

The strength of the previous mud had already made him understand that the hard-boiled sniper of these soils could not keep up with Ding Ning's footsteps and could not deceive him.

So he took a deep breath and swung his sword.

However, in the next moment, he was very difficult to breathe.

His sword smashed the piece of mud that flew over, the piece of mud shattered into dust, obscuring his sight, and spurting a lot of dust into his nose.

He couldn't help but cough up.

A piece of mud cut through his cheek.

A bright blood flowed down his cheeks.

More mud pieces fell on him, and more wounds appeared on his body, and more blood flowed down.

The exclamation at the beginning of the river post has completely disappeared, and the heavens and the earth have become completely quiet, only the slight muffled sound of the mud being crushed, and the torn sound of the hard edges of the mud piece cutting through the clothes and the flesh.

Yuan Wu slammed up, and he began to squander his sword and ran toward Ding Ning.

Ding Ning still calmly flicks and retreats.

At this point everyone understands the purpose of Ding Ning.

He just used some of Changling's simplest swordsmen to let Yuanwu understand a lot of truths, and then he let Yuanwu be in the desperate situation that Wang Jingmeng was in for many years.

No matter how they fight, they can't reach the real opponents, and the cloakrooms are not in contact with each other.

Yuanwu is in the most ordinary soil in this world.

......

Without the support of the real yuan, the more blood flows, the faster the strength disappears, and the slower the movements and reactions.

Yuan Wu feels that the sun is getting brighter and brighter, but his eyes are blurred.

A piece of mud cut through his knees.

As the blood of the cockroach was mixed with flesh and blood, he could no longer support his body's balance and collapsed.

(No surprise, the next step should be the finale, I will try to finish it today.)