Even if such a four-person team is a practitioner of the sixth level, it can already be a beheading team that can forcibly raid the seventh level on the battlefield.

Four seven-level practitioners who can form such a perfect killing formation may be able to kill any enemy's seven-level practitioner on the battlefield.

However, when these four murderous intents fell on Ding Ning, Lin Zhuojiu and others on the shore had no intention of taking action.

Because the opponent of these four medicine slaves is Ding Ning, and Ding Ning is an existence that cannot be compared with any seventh level.

In Changling City back then, such a slaughter team was nothing. &nbs—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

No one has ever had the perfect sword intent of Wang Jingmeng. When he first met Wang Jingmeng and saw Wang Jingmeng's sword drawing, he was amazed.

In many subsequent battles, watching Wang Jingmeng's rivalry and his many sword poses was an unspeakable enjoyment for a practitioner like him.

And now, he hasn't seen such a sword in many years.

The shadows of the shield and spear tips covered Ding Ning on the white beach, firmly locking Ding Ning's energy. These two seventh-level medicine slaves felt all the subtle changes in Ding Ning's body and judged some of his possible movements.

Ding Ning moved at this moment, and he turned sideways without any tricks, facing the tip of the gun that arrived first.

When his body movements changed first, the closest servant, the water vapor in the surrounding world gathered at a rapid speed towards the huge horn bow in his hand. The crystal water droplets contracted from both ends of the bow body, gathered between his fingers, and condensed into a crystal water arrow.

The crystal water arrow was filled with terrible fluctuations of vitality, and the sound of phoenixes kept making noises in the air.

Ding Ning was a little surprised and looked up at the horn bow in the medicine slave's hand. In just this glance, the medicine slave beat him.

He could lock Ding Ning's position, but he couldn't take action.

Because the position where Ding Ning was standing at this time was at a corner under the shield, a dead corner that his arrow could not reach.

Ding Ning simply turned sideways and moved forward, and he had already blocked his move.

Then Ding Ning set out his sword.

An extremely simple sword.

The aura of my life surged out of his hands and turned into a sword of punishment.

A few rays of violent vitality appeared in the air, turning into strange light, which quickly attached to the blade of the Great Extreme Sword.

The sword blade of the Great Exercise Sword seemed to instantly become thinner and sharper.

Then his sword cut to the tip of the gun that stabbed him, and then attached to the shield.

The gun is broken and the shield is broken.

This sword just accurately locked the energy of the gun and shield, without any tricks.

The tip of the spear fell down beside Ding Ning. Ding Ning passed through the cut shield and passed by the two medicine slaves.

His sword was carried by, and the heads of the two medicine slaves floated up.

There are only two left of the four medicine slaves.

The medicine slave, whose water arrow was condensed with the fingertips, did not hesitate at all. He let go of the water arrow condensed between his fingers, and then pulled out the long sword on his back.

In his subconscious, the distance between Ding Ning and him was too close. At this distance, any subtle physical movement of a practitioner can easily avoid the direct attack of the arrow.

However, in his opinion, such an arrow can still win him a certain amount of time, not to mention that there is a flying sword that brings out countless sword shadows in front of him.

There was a bang.

The arrow shot out without any sharp sound of breaking through the air, but a loud bang. The arrow instantly turned into a water dragon and rushed towards Ding Ning.

The green flying sword fell from the sky, and countless sword shadows mixed together, just like countless peacock feathers falling down.

Ding Ning looked up slightly, and he looked at the countless sword shadows, lifting the sword in his hand upwards.

A crisp crack sounded in the dull loud noise when the water dragon broke through the air.

The sword shadows in the sky gathered, and at the place where Ding Ning's sword light fell, the faint green flying sword revealed its true body, turning into two broken swords, falling desolately like a cut dragonfly.

At the same time, Ding Ning's body had already passed by Shuilong and slashed at the medicine slave who had just pulled out the sword behind him.

It is said to be a slash, but it is actually more like a slash.

Because Ding Ning's sword's movements were too smooth and light, and the medicine slave was at the end of the tip of his sword.

This sword gives people the feeling that even if the tip of the sword passes through the body, it only leaves a shallow wound. However, the medicine slave who faces Ding Ning's sword does not feel like this at all.

He felt that the sword force of the long sword in his hand could not stop a sword at all. With a tremor deep in the sea of ​​energy in his body, his left hand pulled out the short sword from his waist and sealed it towards Ding Ning's sword tip.

Ding Ning's eyes fell on him.

His sword force did not change at all, and the sword light cut into the gap between the two swords.

The medicine slave's body stiffened.

He watched Ding Ning's sword tip pass through his chest.

There was only a faint red mark left wherever the sword tip passed, but in the next moment, the red marks were whispering, and the sword energy continued to penetrate deep into his body. His body was cut open like a thin piece of paper.

The last medicine slave was coughing up blood.

His natal sword was cut off instantly, causing serious trauma to his qi sea.

Ding Ning withdrew his sword and his eyes fell on the eyebrows of the medicine slave.

A red dot appeared on the forehead of the medicine slave.

A drop of blood sprinkled in the air was driven by his sword body when he collected the sword and shot into the forehead of the medicine slave.

The power of this drop of blood is not very powerful, but it is deadly enough for a practitioner whose natal object is destroyed and his true energy in his body is still shaking violently.

A soft pop sound came from behind the medicine slave's head.

A blood mist surged from behind his head, and then the medicine slave's body fell softly to the ground.

Ding Ning stood quietly.

The bodies of four medicine slaves were scattered around him.

Looking at this scene, Lin Zhuojiu felt infinite emotion.

Even practitioners at the seventh level seem extremely fragile under such a perfect sword force, and seem to be no different from those of low-level practitioners.

The former Wang Jingmeng was so powerful.

In other words, Ding Ning is more powerful now.

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Lin Zhuojiu and Zhang Shiwu, and Changsun Qianxue came ashore.

They followed Ding Ning, walked through the white beach and a mangrove forest, and walked to the floating building.

It is hard to see clearly in the white fog in the distance. Now they see six rooms and six independent huge warehouses standing in front of them.

These six huge warehouses are all made of gloomy wood in the sea. The sea breeze cannot corrode, but it exudes the smell of time.

Each warehouse is huge, like a giant UFO stranded on it.
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