The body, hair and skin are the parents.

Fusu no longer thought about anything Ding Ning said, but lowered his head and said: If my death can bury the enemy you are like, then I would rather die.

Ding Ning didn't say anything else. He was in a peaceful mood. In a sense, he was even a little relieved because he did not read Fusu wrongly.

The darkness of the night seemed particularly long. The shadows of the Night Demon Ape were restless in the sky not far away, and the red eyes were like ghost fires in the dark.

As time went by, the old monk Donghu still did not open his eyes, but the night demon apes in the sky first felt a strange aura, from a recession that was suppressed by pure waiting and bloodthirsty to a recession that faced the unknown fear.

In the face of crises and some subtle changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, most monsters' instinctive perceptions even exceed those of powerful practitioners.

The abnormality of these monsters naturally awakened the several waiting masters.

These masters could not accurately capture where this change in the world's vitality came from, but in the next few breaths, they determined that this incomprehensible change in the qi came from the old monk Donghu who was still looking closed.

A huge sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

It was an astonishing vitality flowing and fluctuating with their violently fluctuating moods.

These masters finally understood what Ding Ning was waiting for first when he stayed here.

Even Changsun Qianxue did not really react until this time. In the huge sound of the sky, she looked at the old monk Donghu beside her in shock and asked Ding Ning that he was not healing his wounds, but breaking the realm.

Breaking the realm is the best way to heal.

Ding Ning looked at her and said: At this time, we finally had some chances to survive.

The Eight Realm is a mysterious and unpredictable unknown domain for the master of the Seventh Realm. Changsun Qianxue believes that even Ding Ning was just a guess before, and it was only then that it was certain. Because of the previous battle with Emperor Yuanwu, the old monk who had reached the edge of the Eight Realm finally truly grasped the opportunity to break the realm.

In battle, breaking the realm when life and death are in danger is not without precedent. However, in the history of the entire world of practice, entering the eighth realm in battle is truly without precedent.

The old monk Donghu has already shown signs of entering the eighth realm, and there have been incomprehensible changes in the seven realms of qi in this world.

There may be the second cultivator who has entered the eighth realm in the world, and this cultivator who is the attendant who is guarding Ding Ning.

However, at this time, neither Ding Ning nor Changsun Qianxue had a hint of warmth or relaxed expression.

Because no one could predict how long it would take for him to break through the realm, and the several masters waiting would not allow him to break through the realm.

The grand sounds that sounded in the sky, purely caused by the movement of the heaven and earth, that were like a mountain, instantly turned into various sharp sounds of cutting through the air, and then turned into violent murderous intent.

Between Fusu's life and whether to wait to create an eight-level enemy of the Great Qin Empire, these masters made the same choice at the same time.

Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue looked at each other deeply, then looked up at the sky.

They knew that this might be their last time.

Changsun Qianxue waved her hand and cut out a cold sword light.

The sword intent contained in this cold sword light makes people unable to help but think of the cold water in the lonely courtyard, or the wintersweet that fades and blooms by the pond, but no one has walked in front of this wintersweet.

This kind of sword intent is waiting.

A person's solitude and waiting.

During the years in Changling, Changsun Qianxue did not know Ding Ning's true identity. She had the deepest love and the deepest hatred.

She was waiting for the opportunity to revenge, and also buried herself, waiting for someone who would never return.

This is the sword intent she transformed over more than ten years, and it is the strongest sword she has comprehended in Changling in recent years.

At such a moment, she slashed out the sword without hesitation.

Several incredible screams and a horrifying roar sounded at the same time.

This cold sword light easily cut open a sword screen barrier like a huge divine boat, directly cutting a master in half.

But at the same time, two sword intents that were like heavenly punishment also fell down at the same time.

A ray of sunset fell towards the old monk Donghu.

A fog, like a hazy mist, fell towards Changsun Qianxue.

A burst of blood scent rippled between Ding Ning's throat, and a layer of bitterness appeared on his face.

His right hand moved slightly, and countless silk swords and ribbons carried the true energy that was gushing out of his body like a tent of fireworks blooming in his hands.

The dancing sword threads extend out like fluttering strings, and fine white flowers bloom in the air.

These flowers penetrated the fog and directly destroyed the sword's vitality rules.

Countless henting sounds sounded, and this violent sword had no more power left when it approached Changsun Qianxue.

Ding Ning's lips began to flow, and there was no blood flowing out of the wound on his body, but the torn flesh and blood became deeper.

The world in front of him became a little hazy and his consciousness was a little blurred.

He was close to his limit. Among these two sword lights that attacked Donghu monk and Changsun Qianxue, he chose to block the sword attacking Changsun Qianxue.

This was not because of closeness and distantness, but because he knew that Changsun Qianxue could not stop this sword at all, but the old monk in the realm of breaking the world had a glimmer of hope to block such an attack.

The air outside the old monk Donghu suddenly folded layer by layer, as if a piece of crystal crystal was about to collapse.

This is obviously in the world of perception, and the old monk has already realized the arrival of murderous intent and has begun to react.

However, this reaction was almost instinctive, and the old monk Donghu seemed to have no time to quickly leave from the moment he was about to break the realm and then block the sword.

Ding Ning's heart instantly fell to the bottom.

Within more than ten feet of radius, even the old monk himself had no time to stop this sword. So who else in the world could stop this sword?

The death of the old monk Donghu is equivalent to the death of him and Changsun Qianxue.

Ding Ning didn't have time to say anything or do anything else, he just subconsciously wanted to hold Changsun Qianxue's hand.

At this moment, a sword light rose from the darkness in the distance, from the plains and plains, and with a familiar aura of Ding Ning, it fell towards the Donghu monk.

A shocking and angry sound rang out in the sky again.

When the scream sounded, the two sword lights had already met.

With a crack, two sword lights collided with each other, as if a crisp ice edge was broken.

The starting place of the sword light was at least nearly a hundred feet away from here, but the sword light within ten feet was actually intercepted by the sword light nearly a hundred feet away.

It was not until this time that Ding Ning regained his breathing.
Chapter completed!