The two of them did not stop and rushed towards each other. Ding Yi was surrounded by endless sword energy. He seemed to carry the entire sea of ​​swords and collided fiercely with the other party.

I have to say that Ding Yi's swordsmanship is very accomplished. He has visited Guanjian Cliff on the back mountain of Tiandao Academy many times, and has also entered the sword tomb world twice, just to get out of his invincible swordsmanship.

However, the other party is an invincible heavenly king. Everyone knows how much the word invincible is.

Ding Yi fought in this battle very hard, and he had already expected this in advance.

The reason why he chose not to use a sword was that on the one hand it came from his inner pride. On the other hand, he also wanted to test himself through this battle, or to force himself to further open up his potential through this battle.

The final decisive battle may break out at any time. Although he has entered the realm of the Heavenly Lord, in such a level of war, the Heavenly Lord is not enough to watch.

He longs to become stronger, so he creates this kind of pressure on himself in order to sublimate the best in the battle.

The strength of this invincible Demon Lord is naturally unquestionable, much stronger than the invincible Heavenly Lord who was killed by Xuanyuan Tianming before.

Ding Yi's swordsmanship is as simple and direct as his name, but each move seems simple but actually has a shocking power.

Even the invincible Heavenly King couldn't help but frown secretly. He had to admit that he underestimated Ding Yi too much before, so he could not defeat the other party after fighting for so long.

"boom……"

With a loud bang, the terrifying wave of air tear apart the sky, and then two figures flew backwards.

A shocking wound appeared on Ding Yi's chest, and blood flowed, dyeing his clothes red.

Moreover, there is still magical substance spreading around the wound, and it is obvious that it is the wound left by the magic knife.

As for the invincible Demon Lord, there were several transparent blood holes in front and back on his chest, which were penetrated by sword energy. Even though the scales on his body were extremely strong, they could not be blocked in the end.

"If you have this little strength, then the battle can be over!" The Invincible Heavenly Lord spoke coldly.

Then he suddenly raised the magic sword and slashed towards Ding Yi.

Suddenly, Ding Yi's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at the magic knife.

Above the magic sword, the demonic energy surged and the magic pattern flashed endlessly. Moreover, as the sword fell, the sky was torn into two directly.

On the Taiyue Pass city tower, Chu Chunqiu looked solemn. Xiao Yuer and Gu Yunchuan looked at each other, and their eyes were full of horror.

Especially Gu Yunchuan, he was sure that if he had been himself, he would probably not be able to resist this terrifying knife.

At Jietian Pass hundreds of thousands of miles away, Ding Nanjian, wearing a white robe, held his hands behind his back and stared at the scene in the mapping magic array.

Under his calm eyes, he was worried. No one knew his son as good as his father, and he knew Ding Yi's strength better than anyone else.

Over the years, he has been asking Ding Yi to explore the swordsmanship by himself, and never taught him a single move and half a move from beginning to end.

Even the other strong men in Wanjian Pavilion were deeply confused about this, but they did not know Ding Nanjian's good intentions.

The reason why he didn't teach Ding Yi himself was that he didn't want his sword to affect him.

Because Ding Nanjian didn't want Ding Yi to follow his steps, so that no matter how hard he worked, he would at most become another self.

At the beginning, after Ding Yi entered the world of sword tomb, he asked to follow his father's path. He did this just to understand his father's swordsmanship, rather than to follow his father's path.

The magic swords dozens of feet long tear apart the sky, and the endless dark space appeared again, as if it was about to devour everything in the world.

Above the nine chasing chariots, a group of powerful royal families showed cruel sneer.

In their opinion, Ding Yi was already a corpse.

No, to be precise, he won't even have a body left.

On the city wall, Chu Chunqiu and all the soldiers sweated coldly for Ding Yi.

However, Ding Yi still looked up at the sword falling from the sky. His eyes were surprisingly calm, and he seemed to not feel the horror of this killing sword at all.

"It's over!"

The voice of the invincible Demon Lord was like the verdict of the god of death, making the entire sky cold in an instant.

Finally, Ding Yi moved, and saw him reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword behind him. It was not the Shanhe Sword, but the inferior iron sword that he had exchanged for three days of coolies.

"Clang..."

The long sword was unsheathed, and a sharp sword intent rushed straight into the sky, and the entire world was affected by this sword will.

Although it was just an ordinary inferior iron sword, it was invincible in Ding Yi's hands and could break the world.

Just like Ding Yi has always believed in the swordsmanship, any sword is just an external object, and the truly powerful one is always itself.

A sword cultivator does not have a sword in his hand. Only with a sword in his heart can he be considered a true sword cultivator.

This is his belief. Although he has not yet followed this path, his belief has never wavered.

This is why, when he debuted, he only carried the ordinary iron sword behind him. Even before he rushed to the border, he went to the sword tomb world to get the Shanhe Sword, he had never used it.

With the sword in his hand, Ding Yi seemed to have become a different person, especially in terms of momentum, he directly raised several levels.

"You can't help but draw your sword? Unfortunately, you can't change the ending!" the invincible demon king sneered.

"Since the sword has been unsheathed, how can I not kill you?" Ding Yi responded coldly.

Immediately afterwards, his long sword danced in the air, and the roads in the world resonated with the sound of the sword.

With every time Ding Yi danced, a clone appeared in the void. The clone, like his original deity, was dancing in the air with an iron sword in his hand.

Ding Yiwu's sword moves faster and faster. Every time the sword dances, there will be one more clone in the void. In the blink of an eye, his clone is everywhere in the void.

Each clone is exactly the same as his original deity, but the temperament of each clone is completely different from the will of the sword.

On the city wall, Chu Chunqiu suddenly turned his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but think of the Guanjian Cliff on the back mountain of Tiandao Academy. There were those sword cultivators with extraordinary accomplishments on the mainland for countless years, leaving behind the strongest sword of their lives.

He didn't expect that Ding Yi was now evolving those sword wills with his clone.

Finally, the magic sword slashed down with endless dark cracks.

At the same time, Ding Yizhu also moved.

The sword tip shook, and a cold light rose against the sky. He merged with the three-foot green peak in his hand and greeted the huge magic sword.

As Ding Yi faced the magic knife, the dense clones in the void merged into one and merged with the deity.

With the addition of each clone, Ding Yi's momentum will increase a little bit. When all clones merge with him, Ding Yi's momentum has become unimaginable.
Chapter completed!