It seemed that this sword pierced their bodies.

Everything seems to be still at this moment,

Ding Ning was the only one laughing.

Everyone could feel his joy.

For some reason, perhaps the sword intent of Aries picking horns was still there, and everyone inexplicably thought of Xue Wangxu in Aries Cave, and the old man who died before the Minshan Sword Society.

In fact, many people present hoped that Ding Ning would win and hope that the palace maids of Rong could die. However, at this time, the expressions of Ding Ning and the palace maids of Rong did not have any sense of joy or pleasure in their hearts.

At this moment, the sky suddenly became dark.

There were no dark clouds covering the sun, but the sky suddenly darkened.

Ding Ning's hands began to tremble slightly.

This is his extremely familiar aura.
Chapter completed!