What shocked Ding Xiaoyi was that

I saw countless figures shooting from afar.

But these figures look exactly the same as him, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.

And each Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were replaced by a long sword.

Ding Xiaoyi twitched hard inside.

Looking at the countless figures surrounding him, he felt a solemnity that he had never felt before.

He just took a random stroke,

However, I was taken into this void by the painter.

And his eyes turned into two sharp swords,

This is not only the eyes of oneself, but also the countless selves who shot from the void.

"Kill them and you can pass."

The painter's warm voice echoed in Ding Xiaoyi's ears, but Ding Xiaoyi's face became extremely ugly.

Countless people raised their swords and shot towards them,

The long swords in their hands were even more dazzling, and each of them had a transcendent momentum.

A sword stirred up a dazzling cold light,

A long sword in his hand slashed hard towards him without hesitation.

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly raised his sword to resist.

With a "clang" sound,

The sword in his hand slashed hard on the sword in his hand.

A powerful shock force surged from the long sword.

Ding Xiaoyi felt that his body was stumbled by the violent impact.

He hasn't reacted yet,

Several long swords were attacking the vital points around him with a sequel of death.

Each one has his own strength,

Moreover, they are not afraid of life and death, like a group of crazy ferocious beasts.

Only then did Ding Xiaoyi feel a pressure that he had never felt before was coming towards him.

He raised the sword in his hand and kept resisting round after round of attacks.

And layers of sword lights appeared around him, and the power of each sword light was no less than his strength.

He was spinning around him,

He knew his strength, and the countless strengths of his own were the same as himself.

The same move is the same as the level of the ninth-grade master.

"Zheng...",

Two long swords slashed hard towards each other.

Ding Xiaoyi caught off guard,

The long sword in his hand struggled to block it, and the two long swords were pressing down with gravity like a mountain.

Ding Xiaoyi's body shook for a few minutes.

The huge impact force exploded on his chest, causing a stream of fishy and sweet blood to surge out of his chest.

And behind,

Several long swords came with a whistling sound.

Ding Xiaoyi forced the blood tumbling in his chest.

He stepped on the stars and steps hard,

His body turned into a wisp of smoke and he was almost avoiding the several fatal blows.

And his figure just stood firm,

Several more howling sounds of breaking through the air came over him,

Ding Xiaoyi has been completely suppressed by countless self-speakers.

He could only keep turning his body,

Avoid round after round of attacks.

But he did not hurt himself, which made him feel very frustrated.

"When drunk, the sword energy is like frost",

Ding Xiaoyi shouted loudly.

The long sword in his hand stirred up a frost-like sword light.

The sword light shot wildly at the several besieged selfs.

Then the scene that made his scalp numb happen,

I saw several long swords in my hand also stirring up a sword light like frost.

Each sword light is no less powerful than the sword light in your hand.

Several frost-like sword lights shot towards him,

Ding Xiaoyi was immediately scared and lost his soul.

His feet slipped,

His body turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and he barely avoided the several frost-like sword lights.

This is a juncture without any solution.

Countless selves stood in the air.

Although they were not in a hurry to take action, their more than a dozen of their offensives had already put themselves in crisis.

With a "hiss",

Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder was hit by a long sword in his hand.

A torn pain immediately surged from his shoulders, and the sword aura poured into his body like a broken bamboo.

The sword energy contained a cold air like ice that was like thousands of years of ice.

This made him shudder all over his body, but he didn't expect that he would be chased by himself.

With a "wave",

Just as Ding Xiaoyi's body trembled,

Another sword light appeared in his sight, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The sword light is simple and unpretentious.

But he was shot towards him with supreme power.

Ding Xiaoyi's whole body trembled,

Isn't this his move "Drunk, sword energy is unparalleled", he immediately turned his body to escape the sword.

And at this time,

He heard the trembling roar of the void again,

He saw several long swords constantly expanding in his pupils, and each long sword was filled with a simple sword light.

Although each sword is not fast,

But the void cracked and opened inch by inch above the sword.

Ding Xiaoyi felt extremely desperate, but he didn't expect that he would be chased by his sword style.

"Hurry up and break the formation, you don't have much time."

The painter's warm voice came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears again, causing Ding Xiaoyi's heart to begin to squeeze.

"Die it's dead",

Ding Xiaoyi gritted his teeth,

He raised the sword in his hand and shot towards him, but he ignored the swords that were shooting towards him.

With a "puff",

Ding Xiaoyi pierced his throat with one sword.

At this time, several long swords had already pierced into his body.
To be continued...