This is probably what Pimul calls the Three Treasures of Genghis Khan, right?

Ding Ning perked up, took out Tian Mie and rushed out to start a killing spree. He wanted to disrupt the rhythm of these undead guards and not give them a chance to get ready.

"Puff puff puff!"

The heads of the guards were chopped off and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground, and then turned into ashes. With the death of their owners, the bones of the horses under them also turned into skeletons scattered on the ground.

"Puff puff puff!"

Ding Ning showed off his majesty like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, rushing through the guards, preventing them from forming an encirclement. Wherever the light of the sword passed, heads would fall to the ground. Everyone in the palace was on their backs, and there was not a single general who could join forces.

A "Zheng" sound!

The sound of metal and iron clashing sounded, and Ding Ning almost escaped from the tiger's mouth.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, looking fieryly at the nine-tailed banner in the hands of the general in the middle who rushed over at some point.

Good thing, you must know that although Tian Mie is just a sword embryo, it is an artifact that has experienced heavenly tribulations. Those scimitars that guard the decay, even if they are mixed with some immortal stone substances, are still vulnerable to Tian Mie.

Hit it and break it with your hand.

And the Nine-Tailed Band can actually block Tian Mie's sharp edge and still remain intact. It is an artifact of the same level as Tian Mie. How can the other two treasures, the Heroic Spirit Horn and the Sun-shooting Bow, be any different?

Ding Ning suddenly became energetic. Now he is not short of money. He really doesn't have much thought about those gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, etc. He just collects them with the intention of not getting them for nothing, but artifacts like this can enhance his strength.

Something that has infinite appeal to him.

"Hoho!"

The general holding the nine-tailed banner didn't care what he thought. He hunted with a big banner and roared towards him with awe-inspiring murderous intentions, trying to pierce his throat.

"Well done!"

Ding Ning prided himself on his unparalleled power. Although the nine-tailed sword was considered a heavy weapon, he was fearless and raised his hand to strike the tip of the sword accurately.

If you don't have enough confidence in this sword, coupled with the peak of vision and control, you will be seeking your own death.

"Zheng!"

Sparks flew everywhere, gold and iron mingled, and Ding Ning felt a powerful force coming from him. The overbearing and tyrannical power was so shocking that he stepped back a few steps. After a surge of energy and blood, he recovered, and the general did not

I felt so bad that I had to take a dozen steps back to regain my balance.

But the general guard himself was a dead man, and he had no sense of pain, let alone the surge of blood. After eliminating the inertia, he shook the big banner without hesitation, and actually shook out seven spear flowers like a big gun, as fast as a cold star.

Coming quickly.

As the saying goes, an inch long means strong, and an inch short means dangerous.

The nine-tailed banner is more than two meters long. The general holding the banner is proficient in spear skills and has exquisite footwork. It is a serious killing technique. He is always fighting fiercely from a distance, making it impossible for him to get close.

He was so forced that he couldn't fight back at all.

This suddenly aroused the arrogance in Ding Ning's heart. Even though he was forced into a desperate situation, he did not use his spiritual power, but relied on his physical strength to fight.

After all, General Dazhen is a living dead man, and he fights with only physical strength. Ding Ning does not want to win without force, not to mention that he is very happy to see hunting. It is rare to meet such an opponent who is proficient in combat skills. Naturally, he wants to have a good time.

A heart-pounding battle.

Speaking of which, his sword skills have not improved for a long time. If his father knew about it, he would have to beat him with a stick.

"Happy, come again!"

Ding Ning was forced to take a few steps back again, but there was no sign of frustration on his face. Instead, his blood was boiling and his fighting spirit was surging.

It had been a long time since he had fought so happily. The opponents he encountered during this period were either too strong and he had to use his trump card to win, or they were too weak and he had no interest in fighting. This opponent was just right.

It does not pose a fatal threat to him, but it maintains enough pressure and is the best whetstone.

Ding Ning looked like a madman, wielding his sword and fighting fiercely without any reservation. The hearty feeling made him immersed in the comprehension of sword skills unconsciously.

The nine-tailed banner, which weighed at least dozens of kilograms, was used in the hands of the general in a superb way. It was as fast as thunder and as fast as lightning. Every move was a killing technique. It never left Ding Ning's vitals. If he didn't do anything right, he would be killed.

The path of death disappears.

Ding Ning, on the other hand, saw the tricks, let his mind go, and relied on his fighting instinct to parry. Every parry was dangerous, and if he failed, he would be defeated. However, he was shaky like a candle in the wind, but he could not do anything.

extinguished.

If you look carefully, you will find that every one of his parries has no structure at all, but it is as if it has been carefully calculated. It is the most labor-saving and direct move, and it will definitely hit the most uncomfortable and weakest point of General Dagu.

Fortunately, that guy was a dead man without consciousness, otherwise he would have been so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

Ding Ning closed his eyes and immersed himself in the realization. All martial arts moves were nothing to him now. Every move of his sword was like an antelope hanging its horns. It was unconstrained, so wonderful that it seemed as if it were made by nature.

From being completely suppressed at the beginning and having no backhand strength, to gradually being able to barely cope with it, to now being able to evenly compare, his sword skills have unknowingly taken a step forward.

At a certain moment, Ding Ning's brain suddenly shook. He raised his head and let out a long roar. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a bright light in his eyes. The Tian Mie in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms, making him feel as if he had exhausted all his strength in every move.

As if, as slowly as a snail, he swung the knife with great reluctance.

"Zheng!"

However, the nine-tailed sword flew away from his hand in this seemingly slow and extremely fast sword, and was caught in Ding Ning's hand.

General Da Zhen refused to retreat but advanced, and actually wanted to fight Ding Ning desperately. The sword flashed, and his head rolled to the ground and turned into ashes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Suddenly, a vast and solemn horn sounded, which stunned Ding Ning, who was immersed in the joy of the sword breakthrough. He turned around and saw a general-looking guard standing on the right side of the coffin blowing a brass horn.

Before he could react to what was going on, a series of flickering lights flashed on the ground. The guards who had been killed before quickly condensed into shape and came back to life in the blink of an eye. The densely packed warriors filled the entire hall, neatly

He got on his horse uniformly and made a charge.

Ding Ning's face changed. Damn, you still play like this. When the horn blew, the killed guard was resurrected. Even the general Da Ba appeared again. The most terrible thing was that the nine-tailed Da Ba in his hand was illusory.

Then he disappeared and reappeared in the hands of General Dazhen. How can you play with this?

To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.

It seems that the horn is the key. We must kill that guy as soon as possible and seize the horn.

Ding Ning did not hesitate. His swordsmanship had reached a level where it was easy to carry weight, so he no longer needed to hold back. He just had to kill them as quickly as possible.

"Ta Ta Ta Ta!"

It was just destined to be a tough battle. The prairie cavalry across the world had formed an invincible charge formation. The terrifying and chilling aura exuding made Ding Ning's scalp numb and he did not dare to attack lightly.

Fortunately, he has Tianpeng's extreme speed, which is so fast that it makes people's hearts palpitate. He has already seen the shortcomings of this battle formation, and he does not confront them head-on. He rolls around like a donkey and rolls around without caring about his image... He takes advantage of the opportunity and is very rogue.

Peeling the bones of a horse's leg.

After a while, the cavalry's battle formation fell into chaos again. Ding Ning's pressure was greatly reduced, and he immediately began to kill.

After he cleaned up the cavalry again, General Dahu pounced on them again.

He can't put any pressure on Ding Ning now, but he is just thinking that if this guy dies, the Horn General will try his best to restart, so while fighting, he approaches the Horn General, preparing to kill and seize the horn to end all this.

Little did he know that at this moment, Tian Xuanzi and others were so angry that they wanted to scold their mother. They finally broke through the battle formation formed by the generals in the seventh palace and killed them one by one. They were preparing to go to the next palace. Those generals who had been bombarded to pieces

They suddenly resurrected, causing them to fall into a bitter battle again.

It's not that Tian Xuanzi is weaker than Ding Ning, but the power to suppress the spiritual consciousness here is too strong. Besides, he follows the ancient martial arts route and has never practiced physical fitness, so he can't even use 30% of his abilities.

The most important thing was that he happened to be in the same palace with the Wind God, Rain God, and King Kong. He did not dare to attack without reservation, for fear of being plotted by them, which made it extremely difficult for him to fight.

The God of Wind and God of Rain were also depressed. In this dense underground palace, there were very few elements of both wind and water elements, which greatly reduced their combat power. They were helpless under the siege of the battle formation, even inferior to Tian Xuanzi.

On the contrary, King Vajra, a guy with a metal body, was at home here and became the main force in the battle.

Feng Lingxiao and others in the Sixth Palace were also depressed and wanted to die. Guns were useless against the generals here, but after all, there were many people. After paying the price of death, they finally killed these guards, but these generals

How could they not be depressed when they suddenly came back to life again?

In particular, Feng Lingxiao's consciousness was injured, and his strongest combat power became a burden, making their battle extremely difficult. If it weren't for the young monk, the knife-wielding boy, Pimul and Yan Tong, they also broke into the Sixth Palace.

, greatly sharing the pressure for them, they still don’t know how many people will die.

"Haha, let's see how you can resurrect now... ugh!"

Ding Ning went on a killing spree and attacked the horn general. He slashed his head with a knife and grabbed the horn in his hand. When he was feeling proud, the act of carrying the bow general on his back made the smile on his face freeze.

General Bengong bent his bow and drew the arrow, and with a "collapse" sound, he shot an arrow crookedly toward the passage between the Eighth Palace and the Ninth Palace. Just when Ding Ning thought he had a brain cramp, the ground flickered again, and those

The guys were resurrected again, and the horn in his hand was so illusory that it returned to the hands of the resurrected General Horn.

Ding Ning's face turned green. Damn it, didn't Pimul say that only the horn of heroic spirits can summon heroic spirits? How can the bow and arrow be restarted? This is unscientific!

It seems that next time, he will have to snatch the bow and arrow together with the horn. Ding Ning's teeth were almost broken. Before the resurrected guards could completely form a charging battle formation, he rushed in like a whirlwind and started killing.

This time the action was very fast. In just a few minutes, Ding Ning slaughtered all the guards. When General Dagu just jumped out, he advanced instead of retreating, killing Generals Horn and Bengong.

The horns were all snatched away.

"MD, if I can be resurrected this time, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Ning watched as if he had seen a ghost. General Da Ba thrust the nine-tailed Da Ba into the ground. The ground flickered and the guards came to life one by one.

"I'll go, what the hell, I'll kill all three of you this time, let's see if you can come back to life!"
Chapter completed!