Chapter 1033 (1/2)

This is probably what pimur called Genghis Khan's three treasures?

Ding Ning's spirit was refreshed. He took out tianmie and rushed out to kill. He wanted to disrupt the rhythm of these dead guards and not give them a chance to form an array.

”Poof poof!”

The heads of the guards were cut off and fell to the ground. They rolled on the ground and turned into ashes. With the death of their masters, the bone horses under their seats also became bone shelves scattered on the ground.

”Poof poof!”

Ding Ning was as powerful as a tiger into a flock of sheep. He ran rampant among the guards to prevent them from forming a siege. There must be a head falling where the knife passes. There are no generals in the whole palace.

”Zheng” sound!

The sound of gold and iron was heard, and Ding Ning almost got out of the tiger's mouth.

I couldn't help staring at the nine standard in the middle of the general who didn't know when to rush.

Good thing, you should know that tianmie is just a sword embryo, but it is an artifact that has experienced a natural disaster. Even if those decadent machetes are mixed with some immortal stone materials, they are still vulnerable and broken under tianmie.

The Nine Tailed flag can block the edge of tianmie, but it is happy to be intact. It is an artifact of the same level as tianmie. How can the other two treasures' heroic horn and sun shooting bow be different.

Ding Ning's spirit suddenly came. Now he doesn't need money. He really doesn't have much idea about those gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. He just collected them with the idea of not wanting to be white. However, artifact, which can enhance his strength, has infinite attraction to him.

”Ho ho!”

No matter what he thought, the general holding the nine flag came with a frightful killing machine to pierce his throat.

”Well come!”

Ding Ning is conceited and has unparalleled divine power. Although the Nine Tailed standard is a heavy weapon, he is happy and fearless. He raises his hand and cuts accurately to the tip of the standard.

If this knife does not have enough self-confidence, coupled with its wonderful vision and control, it will be a bad way to die.

”Zheng!”

Sparks splashed everywhere and gold and iron roared. Ding Ning only felt a powerful force coming. The domineering force shocked and stepped back a few steps. His Qi and blood surged and then recovered. The general was not well. He just stepped back a dozen steps to stabilize his body.

However, the general guard himself is a dead man. He doesn't feel pain, let alone the surge of Qi and blood. After eliminating the inertia, he shook the flag without hesitation, and even shook out seven gun flowers like a big gun, fast as a cold star.

It is the so-called ”one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch risk”.

The Nine Tailed flag is more than two meters long. The general holding the flag is proficient in marksmanship, and his footwork is exquisite. It is a serious skill to levy and kill. He has always fought with him from a long distance, so that he can't get close. For a moment, he was forced to be in a hurry without any strength to fight back.

This aroused Ding Ning's pride. Even if he was forced into a mess, he didn't use his spiritual power, but fought with his physical strength.

After all, the flag general is a living dead man and fights only with his physical strength. Ding Ning doesn't want to be invincible. What's more, he is happy to see the game. It's rare for him to meet such a competition opponent who is proficient in war skills. Naturally, he wants a hearty war.

Speaking of it, his sword technique has not improved for a long time. If you let dad know, you have to smoke him with a Teng bar.

”Happy, come again!”

Ding Ning was forced back a few steps again, but there was no sense of depression on his face. Instead, his blood was boiling and his sense of war was surging.

He hasn't fought so happily for a long time. The opponent he met during this period is either too strong, he has to use his mace to win, or too weak, which makes him have no interest in fighting. This opponent is just good and can't pose a fatal threat to him, but he still has enough pressure and is the best grindstone.

Ding Ning looked like a mad devil and fought fiercely without reservation. The hearty feeling made him unconsciously immersed in the understanding of knife technique.

At least a few ten kilogram Nine Tailed flags were used in the general's hands. They were as fast as thunder and lightning. All their moves were killing skills. They didn't leave Ding Ning's vital points everywhere. If they were bad, they would die.

Ding Ning saw the moves and opened his mind. He parried with his fighting instinct. Every Parry was dangerous and dangerous. If it was bad, he would lose, but it was like a residual candle in the wind, but it would not go out.

When you look carefully, you will find that every Parry he parries is disorganized, but as carefully calculated, it is the most labor-saving and direct move. It must be cut at the most uncomfortable and weakest point of the standard general. Fortunately, the guy is a dead man without intelligence, otherwise he will be depressed and want to spit blood.

Ding Ning closes his eyes and immerses himself in understanding. What martial arts moves are floating clouds for him now. Each knife is like an antelope hanging its horn. It is wonderful to the peak, but it is as good as heaven.

From being completely suppressed at the beginning without backhand power, to gradually being able to cope with it, until now he can share the benefits equally, his knife technique has unconsciously gone further.