The four sword slaves raised their swords and stabbed at Ding Xiaoyi with a strong aura of death. They had already sacrificed their life wheels, which were all huge swords glowing with a cold light.
With the blessing of the Life Wheel, their attack power became violent. The sword energy stabbed at Ding Xiaoyi like a giant, and each long sword emitted a chilling light.
The edge reappeared, and the endless sword intent shrouded down like an overwhelming force. Every sword slave's sword mind realm has reached the realm of sword heart purity.
The pitchers all showed their strong demeanor. They cooperated seamlessly and instantly sealed the surrounding space, making it impossible for Ding Xiaoyi to escape and even avoid it.
Ding Xiaoyi raised the desolate sword in his hand, and the aura of desolation surged up. He looked coldly at the four long swords locking the surrounding space, and took a deep breath.
The desolate sword stabbed flatly,
"Drunk, the sword energy is like frost", Ding Xiaoyi shouted sharply, and the wild sword in his hand was like a pen of magic, and he passed it towards a long sword that was stabbing at him.
"Hiss...", a sharp and piercing sword whistle sounded. Ding Xiaoyi stabbed the long sword in front of him with the desolate sword in his hand, and the desolate sword energy surged up like a huge wave.
He turned around, and the desolate sword in his hand turned into a red light and slashed at another long sword.
"Zheng..." The two swords struck each other and let out a crisp sword chant. The crisp sword chant lasted for a long time. A sword slave paused, and a violent impact surged from his wrist.
Ding Xiaoyi's figure turned again, and he suddenly disappeared from the place. The next moment, the marvelous seven-star footwork under his feet turned into afterimages and rushed toward the other sword slave beside him.
The sword light was like flash, the sword energy was like frost, sword energy criss-crossed, and he knocked back a sword slave with one strike.
One sword slave was entangled in the dazzling sword energy, and the long swords in the hands of the other two sword slaves had arrived. Ding Xiaoyi's foot slipped and passed by a sword slave. He raised his sword with his backhand and slashed hard.
The violent sword light made bursts of sharp and harsh whistling sounds,
"Dang", a sound of jingo's fighting sounded, and the sword slave shook a few times. Ding Xiaoyi took advantage of the situation and swept forward, the desolate sword in his hand rolled up an endless aura of desolation and swept towards the last sword slave.
"Zheng...", a high-pitched sword chant sounded, and the long sword in the sword slave's hand stirred up a dazzling sword light.
The phantom of the giant sword was about to pierce the sky, emitting a sword light that covered the sky and the sun. Ding Xiaoyi's figure fell, and he raised the wild sword in his hand towards the long sword that was stabbing at him.
With a "bang" sound, the sword in the last sword slave's hand was knocked away by him. But the expressions of the other three sword slaves remained unchanged.
They raised the swords in their hands, and the aura around them rose again. There was a strong murderous intention in their eyes, and the murderous intention turned into actual sword energy and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi walked among the four sword slaves with his seven-star footwork. The majestic pressure shrouded down, and the four sword slaves cooperated seamlessly.
The crisscrossing sword energy blocked the surrounding area. The desolate sword energy roared up again. Ding Xiaoyi raised the sword in his hand and disappeared into the circle of four sword slaves.
The sword light was like flash, the sword energy was like frost, and the desolate sword energy stirred up by the ancient sword was even more majestic and majestic. The four sword slaves couldn't help but wander around, forming a sword formation invisibly.
The fierce sword energy condensed with deadly light and fell towards Ding Xiaoyi. Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help turning his body, and the desolate sword energy couldn't help resisting the deadly sword energy.
"Hiss...", the sound of space cutting is endless. The radiance of the Desolate Sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand increased again, but he did not unleash the true power of the Desolate Sword.
Everything the desolate sword energy passed by turned into desolation. The power of the ancient sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand also made the four sword slaves fearful.
"Shua...", a ray of sword light passed over Ding Xiaoyi's head, and gusts of cold light cut into his skin. Ding Xiaoyi lowered his head slightly, and a strand of blue hair fluttered up, then slowly fell down.
Ding Xiaoyi turned around and rushed towards a sword slave like a moth to a flame. At the same time, the power of law in the sea of his life roared like a volcano erupting.
"Drunk, the sword energy is unparalleled," Ding Xiaoyi shouted, his body swaying and bumping into a sword slave.
And the sword slave's eyes flickered with coldness. He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile.
"Huh...", like a gust of wind blowing by, the long sword in his hand stirred up a gust of sword energy with the power of the law of wind.
The sword energy turned into a strong wind and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi. The other three sword slaves each used their most powerful sword moves.
Their faces were as dark as a clear night, and their long swords in their hands were attacking Ding Xiaoyi. Ding Xiaoyi swayed and pointed the Desolate Sword in his hand directly at the sword slave. The Desolate Sword's momentum was like breaking bamboo, tearing apart the sword energy like a sudden gust of wind.
There was a "hiss" sound, like the sound of tearing paper. Ding Xiaoyi's foot slipped, and he rolled the desolate sword energy in his hand towards the sword slave.
The powerful desolate sword energy tore apart the opponent's wind-like sword energy with its devastating force, and the light of the desolate sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand condensed.
At this time, the other three swords came forward with the supreme sword intention, locking the three vital points of Ding Xiaoyi's body respectively.
Ding Xiaoyi was completely unaware and stabbed the sword slave with a sword in his hand. The sword intent that was like a sudden gust of wind was torn apart by Ding Xiaoyi's sword, and Ding Xiaoyi's speed suddenly increased.
With a "pop" sound, the sword slave's eyes showed a look of horror. He clearly saw the sword in his hand piercing Ding Xiaoyi's body.
But he didn't see any blood splashing out from Ding Xiaoyi's wound, but there was a tearing pain in his chest.
"Your sword intention is too weak," Ding Xiaoyi's solemn voice sounded in the sword slave's ears. Then the sword slave saw a brilliant sword light expanding continuously in his sight.
This sword light is like the sunset surrounding the sunset, brilliant and bloodthirsty. The sword slave was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw the sunset suddenly burning up.
Endless bloody fires kept rising in his sight. His vision began to blur, and a streak of blood turned into countless delicate and blooming peaches blooming in front of his eyes.
The wild sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand directly cut off the throat of a sword slave. As he slipped and staggered, he easily dodged three fatal attacks.
His figure swept away and suddenly disappeared from the place. When he appeared again, he had already broken out of the Sword Slave's encirclement.
The desolate sword made bloodthirsty roars. The desolate sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand could not help but tremble, as if it was conveying a message to Ding Xiaoyi.
"boom
With a sound, the sword slave fell to the ground majestically, and the giant sword's life wheel dimmed. His eyes opened angrily and he let out bursts of whimpering. The desolate sword energy from the desolate sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand not only cut off his throat, but even Even his sea of consciousness was shattered, and his soul didn't even have a chance to escape.
"Boom", the sword slave who fell to the ground suddenly turned into broken glass and exploded. Pieces of glass fragments turned into countless starlights, which flew high into the sky.
Then, the endless starlight turned into a burst of spiritual rain and scattered down, and everyone was stunned. No one expected that Ding Xiaoyi could be so domineering and directly kill a player.
Although the bystanders did not know the true identities of the four players, Ding Xiaoyi's ruthless killing of an opponent shocked them.
Even Jian Wuchen was dumbfounded and could not hide the surprise in his eyes. When the other three sword slaves saw Ding Xiaoyi killing a companion, their expressions changed slightly.
Ding Xiaoyi's strength made them worried. Not many people knew about their identity as sword slaves. They were just involved in this sword competition.
They just acted as Ye Heng's help and cleared a bright road for Ye Heng.
"Useless trash." Ye Heng showed a trace of anger on his face, and his eyes fell on the three sword slaves.
The three sword slaves felt Ye Heng's anger, and they once again raised their swords and continued to attack Ding Xiaoyi.
The desolate sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand stirred up a thousand-foot sword light, and the sword light swept towards the three sword slaves.
"Bang, bang, bang", after three dull sounds, the three figures froze. The desolate sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand turned into a wisp of breeze and swept towards the three figures.
When Ding Xiaoyi's figure was about to reach the three sword slaves, a strong uneasiness suddenly hit his heart, and his body stopped abruptly.
The next moment, Ding Xiaoyi's body turned into countless afterimages and rushed towards Yao Yao and others. A figure shot towards Yao Yao and the other three girls like a ghost with a strong aura of death.
The wild sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand glowed with a dazzling sword light. He raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it towards the ghostly figure.
"Hey...", the desolate sword energy cut through the sky and shot towards the ghostly figure like a thunderous roar.
The ghostly figure paused, and he raised his sword to block it.
With a "bang", the majestic desolate sword energy directly knocked him away. Ding Xiaoyi's figure appeared in front of Yao Yao and others, blocking them behind him.
"Ye Heng, is this all you have?" Ding Xiaoyi could not suppress the anger in his chest, he said coldly to Ye Heng.
Seeing the angry Ding Xiaoyi, Ye Heng's face was calm, and the corner of his mouth was raised with an evil smile.
"A soldier never tires of deceit. I can only blame you for being too stupid." Ye Heng said to Ding Xiaoyi disdainfully.
"Be careful." Just as Ding Xiaoyi was recalling the meaning of Ye Heng's words, a sharp shout came from his ears.
"Ah..." Then he heard Yao Yao exclaim, and a chill ran down his spine. A fierce sword intent shrouded from behind him.
A long sword made of jade stabbed towards his back silently...
