Ding Xiaoyi's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that the middle-aged elder actually left a sword energy in the dead tree.
He actually didn't leave, he just contained his breath and quietly hid it beside the dead tree.
He thought he had done it perfectly, but he was still discovered by the older middle-aged elder.
"You tried this trick again, but your trick didn't work."
The middle-aged elder raised the corner of his mouth, then showed a joking smile and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
Another middle-aged elder raised his sword in his hand and looked at Ding Xiaoyi warily.
The two figures used their horns to block all Ding Xiaoyi's escape routes.
"How do you know I didn't mean it?" Ding Xiaoyi smiled casually and said calmly to Feng Qingyun, the two sword pavilion elders.
Upon hearing Ding Xiaoyi's unscrupulous words, the expressions of the two middle-aged elders couldn't help but change.
The evil dagger in Ding Xiaoyi's hand shone with a frightening light.
"Do you think you'll be fine after you withstood that sword?"???????????????????????????????????????
The corners of the longer elder's mouth raised in a wider arc,
He looked at Ding Xiaoyi and showed a meaningful smile.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and he felt a sword energy surge from his chest like a violent storm.
This caused blood to surge in his chest, and his face could not help but darken.
This sword energy condenses the supreme power of destruction,
This power of destruction does not come from the swordsmanship of the sword pavilion, but from an ancient inheritance.
He looked at the two middle-aged elders of Jiange, and the samsara eyes of Yin and Yang in the sea of consciousness stirred up a mysterious light that nourished his body like spring rain.
And his legs and arms also surged with roaring power, and that power swept towards the sword energy remaining in his chest.
After counting the interest,
The destructive sword energy that remained in his chest weakened, and Ding Xiaoyi's pale face improved a little.
"It's nothing," Ding Xiaoyi said with a joking smile on his face.
He also had a new understanding of the two middle-aged elders of Jiange.
This is a kind of swordsmanship of destruction, inherited from ancient times.
This kind of destructive swordsmanship is classified as a forbidden style.
Because the power of this sword is too great, although it can kill the enemy, the backlash on oneself will be too great.
It can range from serious injuries to death.
The older Jiange elder raised his eyes slightly, and he naturally felt that the aura around Ding Xiaoyi had stabilized.
But his expression didn't change at all, he remained calm,
It seemed like all this was just a normal thing to him.
"I'm very curious about what role you guys play in Jiange. Considering Jiange's reputation all over the world, Jiange shouldn't have a role like you. But then again, Jiange is also a complicated sect.
Moreover, the system is huge, so naturally there are people to deal with some shady matters. You are the senior officials of Jiange who secretly train and deal with those shady elders."
Ding Xiaoyi discovered that the clothes of these three middle-aged elders were different from those of other elders.
Moreover, the cultivation of these three elders is stronger.
How could an ordinary elder have such a powerful sword intention?
Their sword intent has at least reached the realm of Sword Heart Wutain, which is the same as his sword intent realm.
But it is not so easy to achieve the realm of sword mind without dirt. It must have cost a lot of practice resources.
And these three middle-aged elders still have a strong blood-evil aura around them.
Although the sword cultivator is decisive in killing, he is not ruthlessly bloodthirsty.
The blood-evil aura condensed on their bodies was a bit deeper than those of the generals on the battlefield.
Jiange is just a practicing sect, and the Dayong Dynasty has a stable political power.
Although Jiange is located in Yongning, the imperial capital, Jiange is beyond the imperial power.
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Unless Dayong is on the verge of danger, Jiange will have the obligation to assist Dayong.
The only explanation for the bloody aura of the sword pavilion elders is that they are a special existence of the sword pavilion.
Naturally, this special existence does not belong to the Seven Swords Peak of Jiange, but directly to the top management of Jiange.
Jurisdiction.
Ding Xiaoyi knows that every sect also has some shady things.
And this group of practitioners dealt with these shady matters. But he did not expect that the person who came to the Sword Cave to chase him was actually the special elder of the Sword Pavilion.
"Your opinion is very good. Although you guessed it right, you still have to die."
The older middle-aged elder said to Ding Jian Xiaoyi.
Two sword pavilion elders stood on both sides of Ding Xiaoyi, using their horns to block all of Ding Xiaoyi's escape routes, leaving Ding Xiaoyi with nowhere to escape.
The sword intent surged up like a huge wave, and the swords in the hands of the two sword pavilion elders echoed each other, and the sword energy crisscrossed and rose up.
The long swords in their hands have already locked Ding Xiaoyi's figure.
As long as Ding Xiaoyi makes the slightest move, he will surely be attacked like a storm.
Ding Xiaoyi has already seen the sword power of these two middle-aged elders.
He remained motionless. This was an ancient forbidden posture, also known as the Broken Sword Posture.
A sword will not only cut off the enemy, but it will also cut off oneself.
Moreover, there is no room left for the power of this sword, and there is no way to defend after using this sword.
The Broken Sword Pose means cutting off all avenues of escape for oneself, without looking back or retreating.
Although Ding Xiaoyi was not afraid of these two sword pavilion elders, the power of the Broken Sword Style made him fearful.
This is a sword style that converts all of one's own essence and blood into a powerful sword style.
And once this sword style is used, there is no way back, either the enemy will die or you will die.
Ding Xiaoyi put away the dagger in his hand, and slowly untied the long sword behind him.
It is not scary to encounter a strong enemy, but it is crazy to encounter a strong enemy, which makes Ding Xiaoyi a little afraid.
Doing such shady things is often done by some dead soldiers, and they end up being killed by the enemy, or they go crazy and are suppressed by the strong men of the sword pavilion.
No wonder there is a sword tomb in the sword pavilion. Ding Xiaoyi thought that the sword tomb was just the place where the swords of those swordsmen who sacrificed their lives and blood for the sword palace returned to after they died in battle.
But he thought wrong,
Most of the sword graves are where the swords in the hands of these dead warriors are returned. The swords in the hands of these dead warriors are stained with so much blood.
Only the Sword Tomb is their destination. The swords abandoned in the Sword Tomb are full of resentment and bloodthirsty, and they happen to be swallowed up by the Holy Sword of the Sword Pavilion.
"Finally, can I ask who ordered you to kill me, so that I can die in peace?"
Ding Xiaoyi raised his bright eyes, and then asked the older middle-aged elder.
The two middle-aged elders remained silent and seemed unmoved.
Only the ever-increasing sword intent surged up wildly, and the sky and the earth suddenly turned pale, and the ginseng trees made bursts of rattling sounds.
Ding Xiaoyi raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy around him whizzed away,
Both sides are in the realm of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, so neither side can take advantage of it.
Ding Xiaoyi knew this very well, so he could only pour the laws of heaven and earth from his life sea into the long sword in his hand.
There was another inexplicable darkness in this originally dark jungle,
The wind picked up and the branches swayed.
Ding Xiaoyi took the lead and rushed towards the middle-aged elder.
The older, middle-aged elder had already planted a sword energy in the dead wood. This was the flaw of the older, middle-aged elder.
"hiss……",
The long sword cut through the air, and Ding Xiaoyi's figure turned into a thunderbolt and shot towards the middle-aged elder.
The older middle-aged elder moved,
I saw a ferocious look in his eyes, and murderous intent surged around him like a tidal wave. The long sword in his hand slashed towards Ding Xiaoyi like thunder.
now,
Another middle-aged elder also moved,
The sword intent around him rose wildly, and the long sword in his hand stirred up a dazzling sword light, which shot towards Ding Xiaoyi like a bolt of lightning.
Ding Xiaoyi immediately felt two sword lights embodying the aura of death locking onto him.
"Hey...",
The two long swords cut through the sky, and the sword energy tore the sky apart, instantly appearing within three feet of Ding Xiao.
Those two powerful sword energies seemed to penetrate Ding Xiaoyi, causing Ding Xiaoyi's expression to change.
A white light appeared in his left hand, but it was the Xuantian Seal.
The long sword in his right hand struck down hard towards the long sword in front with a thunderous force.
"Boom", only
Seeing the sword energy explode and open,
Strong winds arose, and a powerful shock wave swept forward.
The towering ancient trees around were all broken by the violent shock wave.
The towering ancient trees instantly turned into nothingness under the shock wave, and the power of this sword was so powerful that it made people palpitate.
"clang……",
The middle-aged elder behind Ding Xiaoyi saw a flash of white light, and a war seal flew out from Ding Xiaoyi's left hand.
The battle seal kept spinning, and white light flashed from the battle seal.
His hand and the long sword also struck hard on the white flashing battle seal, making a sharp and crisp sound...