The heart sword is different from the flying sword.

The flying sword needs to be supported by spiritual consciousness, while the heart sword is the heart that follows the wishes, and the heart reaches the sword.

However, every sword cultivator only has one heart sword.

Only after the sword intent reaches the realm of sword heart without filth can one condense its own heart sword.

"If the heart sword does not condense, how can it be a sword cultivator? Ding Xiaoyou, you may not have found your own heart sword yet?"

The old man in purple robe said to Ding Xiaoyi again, but he slowly approached Ding Xiaoyi.

"So what about ordinary swords? So what about heart swords? Senior Xia came to Ding today to discuss heart swords. "

Ding Xiaoyi showed a bright smile on his face.

At the same time, two large dimples appeared on his cheeks, which were particularly conspicuous under the rising sun.

"You killed my descendants of the Xia family in the ruins of Qingyang Sect in Weizhou. Do you have to calculate this account?"

Xia Wuji's face turned slightly solemn, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi.

"I don't know how Senior Xia will settle the matter with Ding. Xia Dongxing was taken over by the Qingyang Sect monk. Even if the younger generation doesn't kill him, he is not the original Xia Dongxing."

The smile on Ding Xiaoyi's face became stronger and stronger, and he said to the other party.

"No matter whether my grandson was taken over or not, even if he was taken over, he would have to decide the Xia family, and you do not have the right to take his life."

Xia Wuji said to Ding Xiaoyi with great domineering aura, with a strong sense of responsibility in his words.

"Xia Dongxing is so innocent that she is killed. She is taken over by others. He is also embarrassed to live in the world with the face."

Ding Xiaoyi responded to Xia Wuji without fear.

When Xia Wuji heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.

The whole body was even more filled with magnificent aura.

The aura rose up, and the cultivation level of the super-grade Xiaoyao Realm was fully demonstrated.

"Boy, how could my descendants of the Xia family be killed if you say you can kill them, but I don't bully the young by bullying the young. You should hand over all the opportunities you got in the Qingyang ruins. I will spare your life, how about it?"

A cold light shot out from Xia Wuji's eyes, and the pressure like a tide was swelling towards Ding Xiaoyi.

"Xia Wuji, you want to be shameless. Why do you give you the opportunity I got in the Qingyang Sect ruins? You kept asking for justice for Xia Dongxing, but he thought he was to seize my opportunity."

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he burst into laughter. He unceremoniously exposed Xia Wuji's face.

When Xia Wuji heard Ding Xiaoyi's unscrupulous mockery, his face couldn't help but turn blue and purple.

He looked at Ding Xiaoyi coldly, and his cultivation was rolling in with his tide.

"Wait...",

The sword felt the rolling pressure,

Involuntarily, a sword intent like a thousand layers of huge waves was stirred up, and the sword intent was stimulating towards the rolling pressure.

The extremely powerful sword intent directly tore the crushing pressure apart.

And the face of the old man in purple robe changed slightly,

However, he did not expect that Ding Xiaoyi's cultivation strength seemed to be beyond his imagination.

The sword intent opened up in a stir, turning into a sword energy,

I saw the sword energy dazzling,

The long sword pointed at the old man with purple robe in the air, and his sequel sword energy was spitting wildly. However, Ding Xiaoyi had an idea, and the long sword calmed down.

This is the benefit of reaching the realm of destiny, and the benefit of sword intent achieving the perfect sword heart.

He only has one thought,

The long sword would turn into a stream of light and shoot towards the old man in purple robe.

The heart is here and Jian is good, Jian is fearless, and the smile on his face becomes stronger and stronger.

Xia Wuji watched the young man in a civilian standing in the air, his face constantly changing.

Even though he had the cultivation level of Xiaoyao Realm, he felt a little bit of a strong crisis.

"Just pretending to be a ghost",

In the end, Xia Wuji's face turned as depressed as water, and he sarcastically said to Ding Xiaoyi.

A long sword in his hand suddenly came into his hand, and red lights lingered on the sword.

That long sword is like a fiery knife.

Like a hot fireball,

The red light was about to burn the sky and burn the earth.

Xia Wuji raised the long sword in his hand.

His figure shook, and the long sword dragged a series of fire-like sword lights in the air and ran towards Ding Xiaoyi.

When the sword was swung, the rolling flames swept towards Ding Xiaoyi.

His movements were almost at the extreme, and his cultivation level in the Xiaoyao Realm was fully demonstrated.

But Ding Xiaoyi's pupils shrank slightly,

Xia Wuji is undoubtedly the first opponent he has encountered since he broke through to the realm of Heaven.

And he also wanted to hone his cultivation level in the destiny realm.

The sword emitted a loud sword roar,

Ding Xiaoyi stretched out his big hand, and the long sword flying in the air was tightly held by him.

He raised the long sword in his hand and fought towards the purple figure.

The long sword rolled up layers of heat waves like the scorching sun and swept through it.

Xia Wuji's body was filled with a scorching scent of pythons, and the aura melted the space around him.

The space around him trembled inexplicably,

A wave of high temperature air that made Ding Xiaoyi's soul tremble came to his face.

This is one of Xia Wuji's famous combat skills, called Lieyan Burning Tian.

"Wait...",

A loud sword roar sounded,

Ding Xiaoyi's body rolled up and the Gangyuan rose.

He held the long sword in his hand and stirred up layers of sword energy and attacked towards the red light.

A sword light flashed,

Ding Xiaoyi's figure sank into the hot red stream.

The sword light, which was like a torrent of iron, was torn apart by Ding Xiaoyi's powerful sword energy.

With a "swoosh",

Ding Xiaoyi swept past Xia Wuji with a long sword in his hand.

The long sword rolled up thousands of layers of sword energy and rose up.

Xia Wuji's pupils shrank,

The long sword in his hand stretched out, and the stormy red flame waves hit hard on the sword light.

"boom……",

The sound of sword energy and sword light resounded throughout the sky,

The brilliance of the rising sun also became extremely dim in that moment.

I saw the sword light pouring down like red flames.

The sword light turned into frosty white colors and swept up. Ding Xiaoyi held a long sword and passed by the old man in the purple robe.

He stabbed the old man in purple robe with a backhand sword.

However, the old man in purple robe had rich combat experience. He didn't even look back and just slashed his hand.

"clang……",

The sound of golden swords ringing across the sky,

The two figures suddenly separated, and Ding Xiaoyi felt a violent impact surge towards his wrist.

His body kept retreating in the air.

But Xia Wuji's body shook for several times.

The sharp sword intent poured over the long sword, and his tiger's mouth felt slightly numb.

Ding Xiaoyi and Xia Wuji only fought for several rounds, and he already knew Xia Wuji's true strength.
To be continued...