Volume 6 Chapter 77 - Chapter Seventy-Seven: Sword Sacrifice (1/2)

A pitch black energy bloomed like a dragon, the energy coming off the spear formed a blinding ring of light where it met the flying sword, and then the energy expanded outwards.

Ding Ning slumped suddenly, and grunted. As the ground sank down, a layer of bloody mist sprayed onto his skin. The bones in his body were almost cracking, and his body almost disintegrated. Yet the countless little silkworms moving through his body were extremely hardy and consumed most of the energy that flooded into his body, and even took on most of the shock, supporting his body.

In the sky above his head, below the rapidly expanding ring of light, the bold bright flying sword had been driven several hundred feet away, but as he grunted, it was given new power and started to accelerate! This sword’s acceleration seemed to be a frenzy, because it accelerated so quickly the tail of the sword started to waver, and make terrifying sounds in the air.

Mo Ying’s spear was still coming down. There was faint scorn at the corners of his mouth. In his view, this attack would end with Ding Ning’s severe injury. But when the movement of this sword appeared in his perception, his eyes started to twitch.

Ding Ning was faster than him!

His vital energy was still in turbulence, and his spear still going down, but Ding Ning’s second attack had already come, so fast that he had no time to think clearly, and not enough to be angry and shocked. He could only withdraw his spear. Only by withdrawing his spear could he block the other’s sword.

The Demon Dragon Spear suddenly collapsed, turning to a thick black energy that pulled back up before taking tangible form again and attacking!

A loud buzz rang out through the sky.

Ding Ning’s flying sword did not truly fly at him, but the air above him. It flew straight, and so fast that it surpassed the sound. This buzz sounded in the air when the flying sword stopped accelerating.

Mo Ying’s spear missed, his body seemed to be emptied out, bending forward, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Ding Ning’s move was a false one, forcing him to pull his spear back. The forcible retraction of his great power collided with the power coming out of his body, like two cultivators of equal strength fighting in his body.

There was a sonic boom in the air along with a string of shock waves visible to the naked eye.

Mo Ying’s body fell down, and he spat out more blood.

The dozen cultivators in the camp who were part of the formation stopped breathing. They knew that Ding Ning had suffered serious injury when he took on the attack, but clearly, Mo Ying was more injured, and right now, he could not attack even though Ding Ning’s flying sword was in the sky!

This was using an injury to trade for another injury.

Bu Ding Ning was the one who still won.

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. Even though he had similar experiences, fighting above his level was like walking on a cliff, with many unpredicted dangers. Only now did this battle truly reach his time.

As he took this breath, his eyes suddenly turned deep red. The chaotic energy and some of the blood flowing backwards in his body were drawn together by his threads of vital energy and started to burn!

Boom!

His body sank again like it had been hammered. Some of the power of the Nine Death Silkworm deep inside him was forced out, and merged together with the burning energy. His black robe turned white like a pale wave had flowed out of him.

An enormous sword essence appeared in the sky. The bold and bright Warm Spring sword turning into a burning sun. The enormous camp was turned snow white by the bright light, so bright and white that people could not see any shadows.