The Sword Saint heard it correctly, and Ding Ling said it correctly. He was indeed asking the Sword Saint to surrender.

Although Ding Ling and Bai Susu look in a mess now and even need to support each other to stand up, the situation of the Sword Saint is undoubtedly worse than that. Even though his body is still as tall as the sword edge, his face is still calm and indifferent.

But the injuries caused by the fish intestines continued to take away his spiritual power, and the sword of Ito Yukiko also deeply stabbed the sword saint's lungs. As the sword saint breathed, small blood beads continued to fly out of his nostrils. The blood beads burned as soon as they fell to the ground, which shows how powerful the spiritual power contained in it is.

Although the sword saint's waist was still straight, the two heavy blows of Bai Susu accurately concentrated his liver area. Even though the sword saint could suppress his injuries with a powerful realm, as his spiritual power passed, sooner or later he would feel severe pain like an ordinary person.

What made Ding Ling rise to the confidence to surrender the Sword Saint was not the current situation of the Sword Saint, but... the Sword Saint no longer had a sword.

There is no sword!

With the help of Jingwei, Ding Ling's Xuebian was unprecedentedly powerful. He blocked those spirit swords, and Bai Susu destroyed the spirit sword. The two of them advanced and retreated, singing and reunited... Finally, at the cost of paying the scars, all the swords of the sword saint were cut off by Yinhui!

Is the Sword Saint still called the Sword Saint without a sword? Of course not... What's more, Ding Ling has a trump card.

Although he didn't know if the Sword Saint still had a trump card, he still had it.

Looking at Ding Ling quietly, a smile finally appeared on the sword saint's face, which had become calm since Bai Susu cut off the first sword.

"It's interesting." The sword saint said, and he took a step forward, then he coughed slightly, and as he coughed, a trace of blood came out from the corner of his mouth.

Ding Ling's smile remained unchanged. Although his spiritual power was already depleted, he was still activating real-time calculations because he did not dare to take risks...

The Sword Saint said casually as he walked: "For countless years, there have always been some people who think that my cultivation is all on the sword."

"Yes, that's right, my cultivation is indeed on the sword. The sword intent has touched my life."

"But even if I don't have a sword in my hand, I... have a sword here."

The Sword Saint pointed to his heart, and he sneered at Ding Ling: "Real-time calculation is very laborious, right? I really want to know how long you can last!"

After the Sword Saint finished speaking, spiritual powers began to gather wildly in the void beside him. These spiritual powers gathered so quickly that an air vortex formed in front of the Sword Saint!

The air flow kept spinning, even pulling the sound of the sword saint into a vague way!

"Your sword moves are good, and your sword is not bad, I admit that I underestimated you... But can your sword moves block the tangible sword, and can you block my invisible sword of mind?"

As the sword saint finished speaking, seven dazzling lights instantly rose! These seven lights were the seven spiritual swords he had gathered with his spiritual power!

The same arrangement, but different momentum!

The spiritual power fluctuations and momentum emitted by these seven swords transformed from spiritual power actually surpassed the seven true spirit peak spirit swords just now!

Ding Ling's smile still remained unchanged, but his pupils were slowly shrinking.

"Bright moon, are you sure?"

Mingyue was silent: "I didn't expect that he would actually become the Heart Sword..."

Just as Mingyue heard what his heart began to sink, Mingyue's next sentence made him feel strong fighting spirit: "But... even the Heart Sword! What about it?! Cut him directly!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Ling instantly poured blood into his pupils: "Okay!"

The next second, his body flashed, crossing the distance of dozens of meters in the middle. The moment his body slid in the air, he had already raised the Xuanyuan Sword.

Since there is not much spiritual power, then use tactics with not much spiritual power! The Sword Saint said that his sword moves are sharp and cannot block his invisible sword, but can the sword Saint's flesh and blood body block Ding Ling's storm in the air?

Ding Ling saw that the sarcasm and ridicule on the face of the Sword Saint remained unchanged. He seemed to know that the consequence of teleportation was that Ding Ling would wait for him to appear, so he stood there without moving!

And the seven spirit swords instantly cut through the sky and pierced the white and succulent body!

The speed of the heart sword was too fast, so fast that Bai Susu could not dodge at all. She had only had time to slightly shift the Yinhui protecting her abdomen to block the sword that stabbed into her chest.

There is no impact sound, but there is impact.

I saw Bai Susu's body as if it was hit by an extremely huge hammer, and her body instantly floated like a kite with a broken string!

While she was flying, the six spiritual swords followed like shadows, instantly narrowing the encirclement and stabbing Bai Susu's six parts of his body again!

The Sword Saint knew that when Ding Ling turned on instant calculations, he could only give priority to killing this woman, and then kill Ding Ling when Ding Ling was in chaos.

At this moment, he had no warning from the Feng Bai family in his heart, and he even forgot his mission.

In his heart, there was only sword intent and endless fighting spirit!

After being ranked as the Sword Saint, how many years have he not fought so happily?

After a long time, the reason why he even felt that his state was stagnant was because there was no battle!

Yes, he is Haotianjun, his name is Tuoba Nan, he is the sword saint, he cultivates sword. Sword, rather than bend, the ancestor of hundreds of soldiers. Fighting is the main task of a swordsman.

The Taoist heart in my heart felt beating with unprecedented vitality. The Sword Saint knew that he... was about to break the realm!

All of this happened in the flash. When Ding Ling raised the Xuanyuan Sword and slashed it heavily, the six spiritual swords also stabbed Bai Susu's body.

Ding Ling forgot everything, his eyes were already bright red, only the figure of the Sword Saint was so clear and clear in front of him. He knew that all he had to do was to slash it hard with his sword, no matter whether the Sword Saint was steel or iron!

However, at this moment, a majestic aura suddenly rose!

This momentum is so powerful that the fourth elder's peak-level powerhouse was vaguely in the state of the state when he was fully improving his realm!

Looking at Ding Ling, who was bleeding from his pupils, feeling the courageous momentum of the ancient divine weapon in his hand, the Sword Saint laughed wildly!

A powerful aura surged into the sky! All the injuries on his body were quickly recovered with the momentum of breaking the realm. When he faced Ding Ling's shocking sword, he raised his hands casually!

It was like crossing up two invincible, unstoppable spiritual swords.

"My heart is like a sword, my body is like a sword, and my mind is like a sword!"

As the sword saint's voice fell, his mind moved, and the six spirit swords instantly stabbed! At the same time, Ding Ling's Xuanyuan Sword also landed on his arm!

The clanging sound of metal collision shocked the world!

The sword saint was full of hair and beard and laughed wildly: "What are you doing to me!"
Chapter completed!