"This sword is for Miss Xue, and also for myself."
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the pale and colorless face of the beauty in his arms, took a deep breath, and then murmured to himself.
Xue Ningshang is undoubtedly a respectable woman. For Ding Xiaoyi, she did not hesitate to peel off the Zhuo Shi Qinglian fused in her body and put it into Ding Xiaoyi's body.
The sky is covered with cold light, shadows and frost, and Ning Chang is seen with a sword.
Although Xue Ningshang's sword intention is of the frost type, her heart is as passionate as fire.
Ding Xiaoyi looked down at Xue Ningshang's delicate and pale face in his arms, and his expression became extremely warm.
"Miss Xue, I will take you out and return to Jiange and the Imperial Capital." Ding Xiaoyi solemnly made the second promise in his life to the unconscious beauty.
He was still young when he made the first promise, but it became his obsession but also collapsed.
But he didn't expect that the obsession in his heart collapsed, and that belief also collapsed into a mess.
He will never let Xue Ningshang suffer any harm,
For Xue Ningshang, for that bold and heroic beauty, he must escape from the coffin mountain
Ding Xiaoyi made a move with his right hand, and the long sword was suddenly in his hand.
At the same time, his left hand was hugging the beautiful woman.
At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi's heart was still, and his face showed neither sadness nor joy.
As soon as he raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Xue Yiren and the Corpse King.
"The charm of that sword," Xue Yiren murmured. He lowered his head and pondered for a long time.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Ding Xiaoyi,
At this moment, he noticed that Ding Xiaoyi's temperament had changed instantly, making him feel an inexplicable feeling of fear in his heart.
The commoner boy in front of him didn't even have the sword intention in his body, he was just like an ordinary mountain village boy.
But Xue Yiren did not show any contempt. The more ordinary temperament Ding Xiaoyi displayed, the more uneasy he felt.
If you look at a mountain, it is a mountain; if you look at a mountain, it is not a mountain; if you look at a mountain, it is still a mountain.
These are three completely different artistic conceptions. Ding Xiaoyi gave him the illusion of returning to nature.
"I've always been curious. With your level of cultivation, it's easy to escape from this coffin mountain. Is that person really that powerful? Does he make you so fearful?"
Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes, his clear eyes as if he wanted to see through the fear in the hearts of Xue Yiren and the Corpse King.
"You haven't seen him, and you may not have the chance to face him in the future."
The fear deep in Xue Yiren's eyes was well hidden, but Ding Xiaoyi still discovered it.
Who is the real mastermind behind the scenes in the legend? How could the Corpse King and Xue Yiren be so frightened? And he knew that he would definitely face that person in the future.
"This sword is for Xue Ningshang. Which one of you two dares to take this sword?" Ding Xiaoyi raised the sword in his hand and said to Xue Yiren and the Corpse King domineeringly.
Xue Yiren, on the other hand, pointed at Ding Xiaoyi from a distance with a peerless divine sword.
"You and I are both sword cultivators. Let me take this sword. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Xue Yiren's eyes were stern, and at the same time, the fighting spirit around him was even more powerful. He condensed to Ding Xiaoyi.
"It should be so." Ding Xiaoyi hugged Xue Ningshang with his left hand, but he had no intention of letting go.
He looked at Xue Yiren, his eyes as deep as a lake.
Xue Yiren took the lead in drawing his sword,
I saw a flash of sword light, the void shook, and supreme sword intent rose up one after another.
He holds a long sword like a sword god.
Xue Yiren held the long sword in his hand, and his whole body temperament suddenly changed.
He pressed his finger on the sword blade, and the long sword stirred up waves of sword roars.
As the sword roared, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
I saw sword shadows filling the sky, confining the surrounding space. The only thing that caught my eye was the whistling sword shadows.
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Ding Xiaoyi's expression did not change at all. He held Xue Ningshang in his left hand and stabbed forward with the long sword in his right hand.
It's that simple action,
There is no majestic sword intention or brilliant sword energy, just a simple movement.
The long sword stabbed at the sword shadow that filled the sky,
That sword was so simple and unpretentious, there was no earth-shattering sound.
With this simple sword strike, Xue Yiren's eyes shrank slightly.
He felt that the sword was everywhere, and the sword was even more pervasive.
What sword intent, what brilliant sword energy, they all retreated under that sword.
That seemingly simple sword actually contains the supreme Taoist charm.
The sword shadows all over the sky disappeared under that sword, and Xue Yiren looked at all this with stunned eyes.
He had overestimated the power of that sword, but he said that he still underestimated the power of that sword.
The sword shadows all over the sky disappeared in an instant, but the sword continued unabated and stabbed straight towards Xue Yiren.
Ding Xiaoyi's face remained calm as he stabbed Xue Yiren with the long sword in his hand.
Xue Yiren was even more frightened when he saw this, and the sword intent and sharp sword energy around him turned into a shield to protect his body.
He wanted to use all his cultivation to block Ding Xiaoyi's simple sword.
The long sword stabbed slowly, not very fast.
There was no space cracking or space distortion, and it just stabbed towards Xue Yiren in an ordinary way.
However, Xue Yiren still underestimated the power of this sword.
I saw that the long sword was like a divine pen, directly piercing the shield of sword intention and sword energy around him, and then stabbed directly into Xue Yiren's throat with a devastating force.
That sword move had begun to take shape in Ding Xiaoyi's mind, and he just stabbed away with the sword move deep in his memory.
He didn't know that that sword contained a lot of power of the laws of heaven and earth. That sword seemed ordinary, but in fact, that sword was just a symbol of simplicity.
There was a sound of "poof",
Xue Yiren's throat was pierced by the sword, and Xue Yiren exploded like a broken glass bottle.
"Crack" sound,
Xue Yiren exploded in that moment, turning into countless stars and scattering around.
Ding Xiaoyi hugged Xue Ningshang, his face still showed neither sadness nor joy.
That sword shattered Xue Yiren,
He knew that Xue Yiren would not be killed by him so easily. This was just a clone formed by the condensed sword energy and sword intention.
The void shook several times, and Xue Yiren staggered out of the void.
He could not hide the look of fear in his eyes, and his expression was also full of disbelief.
He looked at Ding Xiaoyi, and Ding Xiaoyi also looked at him coldly.
"Hey...",
The killing intent in Xue Yiren's eyes turned into actual sword energy.
"Senior Xue, this sword only destroyed one of your Sword Intent clones. Next, I will let your blood be used to atone for Miss Xue's sins."
Ding Xiaoyi was still neither sad nor happy, he raised his head and said calmly to Xue Yiren.
"Boy, you think too highly of yourself. Although this sword has the charm of simplicity, this sword is still not enough."
Xue Yiren's eyes were as bright as a ray of light, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he said quietly to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Isn't that enough? Then this is the real style of the sword."
Ding Xiaoyi's deep eyes were filled with determination, and he drew the long sword in his hand.
Following Ding Xiaoyi's movements, the surrounding void environment suddenly changed.
Xue Yiren could only feel the desolation of a hero in his twilight years.
Once upon a time, he was also that high-spirited young man.
He also had the dream of traveling to the end of the world with a sword. Dressed in bright clothes and angry horses are the original dreams of every young man.
At this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable melancholy.
I don’t know when my original intention has been eroded by the years.
He has been practicing swordsmanship for thousands of years,
He thought that he had gone very far in the path of swordsmanship, but a bloody dusk scene appeared before his eyes.
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This scene gave him endless melancholy, and also made him roar at the injustice of his fate.
What is his original intention? He remembered his original intention of practicing swordsmanship.
But he couldn't remember it,
He tried desperately to think about what his original intention was in sword training, but he couldn't remember it at all.
"Senior Xue, this sword is called the style of that sword. It should be like this when you swing the sword to kill for the first time."
Ding Xiaoyi's voice lingered in Xue Yiren's ears like a demonic barrier.
But that sword ignored the limitations of space and time, and once again stabbed Xue Yiren between the eyebrows like a devastating blow.
A sound of "grabbing",
It was the sound like a bird pecking at a tree that stirred up the deep-hidden forgetfulness in Xue Yi's heart.
Yes, what does it feel like to kill someone for the first time?
Memories pour out like a flood from a dam.
Xue Yiren's mind recalled the scene when he killed someone for the first time.
At that time, my hands were still shaking,
The first time he killed someone, he was almost frightened. A living life died under his own sword.
That sword attack left him with nothing but cowardice and self-blame.
With that sword, he forgot why he wanted to kill that person.
The charm of that sword appeared in Xue Yiren's mind forever.