The Donghu Monk did not have any extra thoughts. While comprehension, he realized this sword move, or learned this sword move, he lifted the staff in his hand and used the sword.

When Emperor Yuanwu said that the Donghu monk could not defeat him, the old monk said it was not certain. The most important reason was that he had received Ding Ning's guidance and comprehended some extremely powerful sword stances.

So he felt that it was probably because of Ding Ning.

At this time, only he and Changsun Qianxue knew Ding Ning’s true identity, so he had absolute confidence in Ding Ning.

Even so, he never expected Ding Ning to teach swords in front of the formation.

This is not only a familiarity with opponents like Emperor Yuanwu, but also a very familiarity with his cultivation and physical condition.

The master and apprentice teach swords cannot be as familiar as his own hair, not to mention that he just followed Ding Ning all the way here and experienced several battles.

Ding Ning was able to choose a sword move that was suitable for him and was sure that he could instantly comprehend. This state of mind was truly beyond all the masters in the world.

The staff in his hand that looked like an old wood was not only the natal object he had practiced in this life, but also the natal object that had been circulated in the hands of the ascetic monks before him for many years. It was stained with countless different powerful auras. It was already a magical object for practitioners who practiced his method.

The sword was imposed extremely smoothly. The tip of the staff in his hand pierced into the sky obliquely, and there was a bright flame of light at the tip of the staff as if it was a flash in the pan.

At this time, the sky was covered with the coldness of the Nine Nether King Sword, and the ice and snow were as angry as anger, and the overlapping dark clouds were drawn directly over like distant mountains. As the battle began, Changsun Qianxue's murderous intention became stronger. Large areas of gray-black ice and snow as big as real goose feathers had fallen down, as heavy as tiles falling to the ground, making a puff sound.

However, when the Donghu monk used this sword, the overlapping dark clouds and heavy wind and snow were pierced by countless fire lines from the sky.

Bright golden true fire lines fell from high altitude, and the fierce friction with the cold clouds continued to detonate.

In the sky, thousands of trees are blooming.

Many golden true fires were like runes on the talisman, crazily absorbing the energy from heaven and earth. When they passed through these cold clouds, they had turned into extremely thin golden swords with a certain bone-eroding smell.

For any practitioner's perception, as long as such a sword pierces the body, the flesh and bones in the body will be immediately eroded and turned into nothing.

Thousands of swords shot towards Emperor Yuanwu from all directions.

This kind of scene looks like a miracle.

This sword intent is not unfamiliar to Emperor Yuanwu. It once appeared in Changling and in the battle where the strong men from all over the world gathered to kill Wang Jingmeng.

Wang Jingmeng once used this sword to directly kill many practitioners. Even though he had reached the eighth level today, he still did not dare to be careless.

The bright yellow natal sword in his hand slashed upwards.

Countless rays of light that were more dazzling than the golden true fire bloomed out of his sword with a holy and vast smell.

These dazzling bright lights formed a huge phoenix outside his body, a legendary divine beast.

But in the next moment, the majestic energy that belonged to the eight realms in his body burst out.

The sword phoenix shadow was broken and shattered by his own power, and then turned into countless more shattered sword threads and bright light.

These forces caused a thunderous thunder in the sky, as if a Sumeru sacred mountain was directly supported.

Changsun Qianxue's eyes flashed violently, and the extremely deep blue and black natal energy flowed out from her right hand almost uncontrollably. The Nine Netherworld King Sword automatically condensed and slowly appeared in her hand.

Since the Lushan Alliance, she has known that Yuan Wu is no longer the Yuan Wu she is familiar with. However, seeing his actions in person still makes her feel unbelievable.

In this moment, Yuan Wu cast a sword with his natal sword and a body with his body to cast a Great Sumi Sword from the Bashan Sword Field.

In Yuan Wu's hands, these two swords directly turned into a new sword style, a sword style that defends the world invincible.

The sea of ​​bitterness

As early as the Donghu monk used the erosion that he had just realized without hesitation, Ding Ning had already let out a quick low shout.

Then he pointed his right hand as a sword and cast a sword out of thin air.

Kuhaidu is a secret sword from the Donghu monk's sect, just like seal carvings in his life.

At this moment, when Ding Ning heard such a low shout, the Donghu Monk let his body intuition cast this sword casually.

A gray staff shadow was like a sail on a sailing giant ship, cutting through the wind and waves at this time, passing through the invisible Sumeru Mountain, and tangling towards Yuanwu.

Then the Donghu monk used the third sword, which was the sword that Ding Ning just pointed to the sword and cast.

This is a new sword move. As the surrounding air flows, this sword move also flows naturally in the mind of the Donghu monk.

The staff in the hand of the Donghu monk shook again.

The three swords were completed in one go like a flowing cloud.

There was an extremely strange explosion.

A white shock wave above Emperor Yuanwu's head exploded outwards, and the void seemed to have a hole. The point of the staff held in the Donghu monk's hand became hazy at this time, but there was a clear point of the staff in the center of the white shock wave piercing towards the heart of his head.

Except for Ding Ning and Donghu Monk at this time, everyone changed their color.

Emperor Yuanwu's body transformed into several heads and arms.

Such a picture is just because Emperor Yuanwu's movements were too fast at this time, which exceeded the extreme that the practitioners present could capture by their eyes and perception.

A loud bang exploded.

A golden flame shattered the picture that appeared in everyone's eyes.

A low muffled groan rang out.

Emperor Yuanwu's figure retreated from the golden flame ball.

A faint blood flowed down his forehead.

A horrifying scream rang out.

Those master-level figures present can be confirmed that Emperor Yuanwu did not suffer any serious injuries. However, under the three swords of the Donghu Monk, he did not have the advantage after all, but was injured and bleeding.

No birth and death.

Before these horrifying screams sounded, Ding Ning's voice had already sounded in the ears of the Donghu monk.

Ding Ning's face was extremely solemn, and there were stars in his eyes that were constantly dying. Every time it was dying, it represented a thought flashing through his sea of ​​consciousness. At this time, he was equivalent to using the hand of the Donghu monk. The Donghu monk was approaching the eighth realm and broke through, and his spirit was at the most perfect time in his life. The injuries suffered by Yuanwu in the Lushan Alliance were obviously heavier than those speculated by the outside world.

However, these still do not constitute the possibility of defeating or escaping today's killing situation.

In fact, what had the deepest influence on Yuanwu at this time was Yuanwu's own state of mind.

It was because I was shocked when I saw him use these sword moves.

The more he showed these sword moves without reservation, the more shocked it would bring to Yuanwu, and the more it would prevent Yuanwu from concentrating his mind.

So while drinking out the name of the Donghu ascetic monk's sword move, Ding Ning used another sword.

His hands truly revealed the sword light of his natal sword.

An extremely simple, straight sword intent stabbed forward, but this sword intent was extremely perfect, so perfect that all the sword masters present felt that it was unattainable.

The Donghu monk was also a little puzzled.

This is just a fancy Pojun sword in Bashan Sword Field.

Anyone can learn such a sword move, and the simpler the sword intent, if you want to achieve the ultimate perfection, it will require talent and has nothing to do with acquired efforts.

The power of this sword is not very great, can it have unexpected effects?

He was puzzled, but at this moment, he felt the shock of Emperor Yuanwu's mood.

Between him and Emperor Yuanwu, there was a telepathy between him and Emperor Yuanwu, and he could intuition that Emperor Yuanwu's aura had already appeared flaws.

The Donghu monk suddenly realized something.

Only Wang Jingmeng of the past can use such a perfect sword intent.

However, now such a sword intent is reappearing, how can it not be shocking

This sword was not for him to use, but for him to give him a chance.

The staff in his hand disappeared.

His path of non-birth and death means no birth and death. There is no possibility of anything extra in the world that can be produced for no reason, and no matter will disappear.

Neither birth nor death, no increase or decrease.
Chapter completed!