The camp was quiet.

All the cultivators in this barracks can be sure that Ding Ning is less than the Seven Realms, especially those cultivators who have joined forces to compete with the eldest grandson Qianxue, and they can be sure that Ding Ning's natal aura is very green, that is to say, it will not be long before he advances to the Six Realms.

The gap between the six realms and the seven realms was even more terrifying than the gap between the lower realms.

Because the Seven Realms are moving mountains, they are grandmasters, and they are all enemies.

There are still differences between the grandmasters of the Seven Realms, for example, Liang Lian lost Xue Wangxu's sword back then, Zhao was killed in the hands of Ye Ce Leng, Bai Shanshui and Zhao Sizhi and others were able to defeat the vast majority of the Seven Realms in the world, and some of the Great Masters of the Seven Realms who participated in the Lushan Alliance even had the strength to kill several Seven Realms.

Mo Ying is the Seven Realms.

Moreover, he has obtained the Seven Realms inherited by the Bashan Sword Field, and his strength is definitely not the Seven Realms of ordinary sects.

To put it simply, the true element is a different cultivation method to quench and aggregate the vitality of heaven and earth, and the sword sutra is a different method of using the true element to kill the enemy. There are high and low methods of True Yuan cultivation, and there are high and low methods of killing, and there are high and low within the Seven Realms, and Mo Ying is the upper echelon of them.

The Six Realms want to win the Seven Realms, which is a lie in itself, let alone the upper echelons of the Seven Realms.

However, when Ding Ning said this sentence at this time, no one in the entire barracks felt ridiculous.

Because he is a nine-dead silkworm.

He represents the legend of Wang Jingmeng, who in the past had countless examples of crossing the border and winning.

Mo Ying pressed with reason and righteousness, and Ding Ning also went back and forth with reason and righteousness, so Ding Ning's response at this time, coupled with the coercion that the Nine Dead Silkworms had changed from a legend to a living appearance in the eyes of everyone for many years, would be more powerful.

Mo Ying's pupils contracted slightly, and he looked at Ding Ning with some appreciation, "You will take it?"

Ding Ning did not repeat his previous words, his calm gaze fell on the sword in Mo Ying's hand, and said: "This sword is the thing of the Bashan Sword Field, since today I expelled you from the division on behalf of the Bashan Sword Field, you have to return this sword to me first." ”

Mo Ying lowered his head slightly, looked at the short sword in his hand, was silent for a while, and said: "The army is attacking, the Chinese army is empty, and Miss Gongsun is here again, you are sure of killing me, but now it is up to you to collect the account, it is fair that you want to return this sword of the Bashan Sword Field first." ”

After saying this, he raised his head, and a soft aura poured out of his hand, wrapping the short sword and flying up, landing in front of Ding Ning's body.

Ding Ning stretched out his hand and caught the short sword.

"Since you told Zheng Sleeve some secrets of the Sword Sutra, you should also be afraid of being restrained, so you don't have the confidence to use this sword, let alone refine this sword into a natal sword, which is why this sword is so bleak. It is useless for this sword to remain in your hands. ”

Ding Ning looked at the sword in his hand with complicated eyes, and when his voice sounded, the sound of a small silkworm gnawing on mulberry leaves sounded in his body, spreading. Countless heavy breathing sounds in the barracks also sounded at the same time, and they became a tide!

There were no strong fluctuations in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but there was a pale flame of light seeping out from Ding Ning's right arm holding the sword.

The pale flame of light was like a faint light of water, and in an instant it turned into substance, and countless tiny beams seeped out of the skin of Ding Ning's robe, through the clothes, and flowed into the dim short sword in his hand.

The sound of ten thousand silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves became clearer and clearer, and everyone looked at the stream like a true element, and it was impossible to see the subtleties of it clearly due to the limitation of their eyesight, but even if the sergeants in this military camp were not cultivators, listening to such a sound, they could feel that these flowing streams were formed by the convergence of countless small silkworms that were extremely small.

The depths of the eyes of the more than ten cultivators who formed a formation were also involuntarily filled with fear, and their emotions were agitated.

In the old Changling, everyone said that the Nine Dead Silkworms fell into the hands of Wang Jingmeng, but Wang Jingmeng never revealed the Nine Dead Silkworms, so that no one ever knew what the mystery of the Nine Dead Silkworm Exercises was, and there were even many inferences close to certainty that Wang Jingmeng did not practice the Nine Dead Silkworms.

This was the first time that the Nine Dead Silkworms had openly appeared in the sunlight, and even just seeing it was enough to set off unimaginable waves in the hearts of these cultivators.

Nine dead silkworms appeared, and the pale beam obviously had a different quality from the ordinary true element, pouring into the runes of the pale green short sword.

The sword body seemed to tremble with excitement, but in Ding Ning's hands, it was extremely stable.

When all the white runes on the sword body were filled with pale white beams, the dim color melted like a thin layer of ice and snow, and quickly faded, the pale green short sword instantly bloomed with amazing brilliance, but the vitality flowing out of the sword body turned into a strong yellow, turning into yellow flowers, extremely intense.

The bright and warm colors illuminated everyone's pupils, and even the figure of Ding Ning, who was wearing a gray robe, was dazzling and breathtaking.

"This sword is called Nuan Chun. ”

Ding Ning looked at this bright and enthusiastic sword, and slowly slashed the sword across his chest.

There are also countless colors in his gaze.

This sword is also a reunion for him, so his mood is definitely not calm.

When Ding Ning took the sword, the sound of ten thousand silkworms gnawing began to flow in his body, and Mo Ying's face became cold and abnormal.

With the sword in the chest, it represents an invitation to fight, which means that the battle can begin.

The other party is only the Six Realms, but the heir of that person, who cultivates the Nine Dead Silkworms, is in a mood fluctuation at this time, which is an excellent time for him to make a move, so he doesn't have any hesitation and shoots directly.

With a snort, a strong natal aura gushed out of his hand, and a long shadow appeared.

Mo Yingxiu is naturally a sword, but the natal object that appeared in his hand was a spear.

A black spear spewed black smoke from its body, and red flames floated in the smoke, like flowers blooming in hell.

"Dragon Lance. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue's eyes flashed violently, and her brows frowned.

This is the weapon of the old gate lord Changgui's family in the past, derived from the relics of a certain sect in the Yu Dynasty, regardless of the meaning, in terms of the power of the vitality condensed by the weapon itself, it will definitely not be inferior to the many famous swords in the Bashan Sword Field in the past.

Mo Ying held the gun in both hands, and some small beads of blood flew between his fingers, and the powerful true yuan eruption that he hadn't seen for many years made the skin of his hands a little difficult to adapt to, and they cracked one after another.

His face looked extremely solemn, and as soon as the spear appeared in his hand, a violent aura had already blasted towards Ding Ning.

The surrounding sky naturally resounded with the sound of mountains moving.

This was the natural resonance brought by the massive amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi when the Grandmaster of the Mountain Moving Realm made a move, and at the same time, that violent aura formed a real mountain and smashed down.

A large amount of invisible Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and the black smoke and red flames that erupted from the gun condensed into the phantom of the mountain, locking any direction of Ding Ning's dodge, the power of this mountain far exceeded the limit of Mo Ying's cultivation, because Mo Ying's gun was a pry bar.

A pry bar can naturally pry up a weight that would otherwise be impossible to move.

The clothes on Ding Ning's body hunted.

The great shadow was about to tear his clothes apart and crush him into powder.

His mood fluctuated extremely violently at this time, but he did not panic because of this, but just followed his mind and transmitted the extremely fluctuating mood to the sword.

The sword style of his sword is reunion.

The reunion many years later, grievances and hatreds, especially with the weight of life and death, the emotions are extremely complicated.

The beams flowing through the blade vibrated violently.

The strong and brilliant sword in his hand began to vibrate violently.