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Chapter 16 1 It Must Be My Way To Watch The Protagonist's Younger Cheating

The sky is full of wind and fire, the fire is blown up by the wind, and the sword dances in the fire.

Ding Aochen fought with his sword, and struck the nearest sword with his heavy front, a simple bronze sword.

There was a heavy sound when the blades met, the bronze sword was bounced off heavily, and the other swords also fell to the ground as the bronze sword fell.

The burning lawless flame was instantly extinguished by the waves of the remaining sword energy, leaving only faint spark foam, which turned into something like powder in the breath.

Disturbances come and go.

Li Heting felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, his mouth was full of blood, he swallowed it with all his strength, but some blood flowed out from the corner of his lips.

"You are very powerful." Ding Aochen said lightly.

"It's not as good as you." Li Heting's clear eyes were stained red, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and replied with a sweet smile.

Ding Aochen frowned, not happy with Li Heting's self-deprecating compliment.

Ding Aochen turned his head slightly, and cast a glance at Liao Xixi, only to see that the other party was sitting upright on the chair, with a straight back, and his body seemed not stretched to the point of stiffness.

Are you nervous about him?

Ding Aochen really wanted to tell Liao Xixi that Liao Xixi didn't have to worry about him, because this kind of gaze, this kind of emotion, had already been there a lot before he came back to the next life.

Ding Aochen tried his best to look away from Liao Xixi, looked down at Li Heting, and asked coldly: "Do you admit defeat?"

Li Heting raised his eyebrows, his clear voice was slightly hoarse, and he still smiled and replied: "I don't recognize it."

In "Proud World", the order of cultivation levels from bottom to top in the cultivation world is: Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Taixu Realm, Soul Condensing Realm, God Distracting Realm, Composite Realm, Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, Transformation Realm Feather realm, Mahayana realm.

And in these ten big realms, it is divided into three small realms: low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade.

The three small realms of low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade also include the first rank, the second rank, the third rank, the fourth rank, the fifth rank, the sixth rank, the seventh rank, the eighth rank and the ninth rank.

The third rank is the first rank, and the third rank is the first rank.

Li Heting's cultivation base is only the fourth rank of the Taixu Realm, but Ding Aochen is already at the ninth rank of the Soul Condensation Realm, and he is only a thread away from the Distraction Realm.

A sword repairer is a natural attacker, and a talisman repairer is naturally far behind.

The gap between the two is not only reflected in the attack power, but also reflected in their own cultivation.

Ding Aochen, as a leader among sword cultivators, although his actual cultivation base is only at the ninth rank of the Soul Condensation Realm, his attack power is already as strong as a cultivator at the Distraction Realm.

Since then, the gap in cultivation has widened the gap between the two realms.

Ding Aochen furrowed his brows tightly, with a rare displeasure in his tone, he said to Li Heting: "Today's comparison is unfair."

Li Heting smiled and said stubborn words in a clear voice, he said: "On the battlefield, there is never any fairness or unfairness."

Ding Aochen clenched the sword in his hand, with a solemn expression, and did not answer.

After a short pause, Li Heting said again: "If you think it's unfair, then let me make it fair."

Li Heting wiped away the intermittent blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips, and smiled with crooked brows and eyes, like a crescent moon.

Light and fog fell, Ding Aochen looked at Li Heting and smiled, his body gradually became transparent and easy to disappear.

Ding Aochen didn't intend to stop, but just watched coldly without moving until the person in front of him completely disappeared.

The light and mist dissipated, and the person standing there was also replaced. It was no longer the talisman cultivator Li Heting who always had a smile on his face, but the sword cultivator Wang Yi stack.

And Li Heting, who was originally standing beside Ding Aochen, had already sat firmly on a white stone chair around Yunyan Tianjie, with a smile in his mouth, his chin resting on his face, with a demure appearance of watching a good show quietly.

Li Heting and Wang Yizhan only exchanged one position, while Ding Aochen exchanged an opponent.

Ding Aochen got it, a formidable enemy.

Sure enough, fair.

At this moment, Wang Yizhan was standing on the Yunyan Tianjie, and looked at Li Heting who was outside expressionlessly. Li draws his sword to fight.

The sword body of this sword is silver-white, and the neat streamlined sword body is engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns.

Not long after Wang Yizhan held it in his hand, the original silver-white sword was covered with a thin layer of frost, and on top of the seemingly fragile thin ice, burning flames meandered like the bright river water in a Zhanzhan stream. Snaking flowing white flames.

The white flame was as silent as its master, and couldn't even hear half of the words, and couldn't feel the half of the killing intent. Only the turbulent hot wind in the silent air witnessed the clusters of white flames rising.

Ice does not melt into fire, and fire does not melt into ice.

Complement each other and help each other.

Holding the sword, Wang Yizhan didn't make too many ostentatious tricks, but just held the sword tightly and slashed straight at the opponent.

Ding Aochen's expression did not change, his breath remained undisturbed, and he still fought with the heavy front in his hand.

When the two swords met, the sizzling sound of the blades rubbing against each other was endless.

When Chong Feng came into contact with the accompanying sword in Wang Yizhan's hand, Ding Aochen felt a chill. The sword in Wang Yizhan's hand was as cold as Wang Yizhan himself, and it was cold without wind or snow.

Wang Yizhan has cold eyebrows and cold swords.

The heavy front in Ding Aochen's hand touched the ice cold, but suddenly ignited a flame, its color was like gold, and its power burned the sky.

Although the white flame in Wang Yizhan's hands has the temperature of ice, it will not melt in the fire like ice and snow, but will burn more intensely.

The golden burning sky and the white underworld burn together, one is extremely hot flame, the other is extremely icy fire, the two flames twisted and clenched together with the surrounding air. The protective formation in the middle showed crack-like broken marks.

This battle was in full swing, but the silver-white sword in Wang Yizhan's hand began to shatter, from the arrow-feather-shaped tip to the wish-like hilt.

In a few moments, Wang Yizhan's sword with layers of intricate and exquisite patterns was completely dead, broken into pieces of silvery white, lying quietly on the white like suet jade, never to be seen again. wake up.

The sword was broken, Wang Yizhan looked at the opponent Ding Aochen who had put the sword back into its sheath, and just said three words very calmly, "I lost."

Wang Yizhan's indifference is different from Ding Aochen's. Ding Aochen's indifference is due to his personality, while Wang Yizhan has facial paralysis.

Wang Yizhan could neither laugh nor cry. He always had a deadpan expression on his face, but when he calmly surrendered, there was a strange joy on his face.

Ding Aochen didn't want to think about what his opponent was thinking, he only knew that he had won.

As for how he won, it didn't matter to him.

Ding Aochen turned his head and met the relieved Liao Xixi in his eyes. He stared at Liao Xixi, and Liao Xixi grinned with innocence like a child.

Ding Aochen returned his smile, like a spring breeze, with the fragrance of flowers and plants in his smile.

There are shadows in Liao Xixi's eyes. It's his elder brother Ding Aochen, who held a sword to slay demons and monsters in his previous life, and in this life holds a sword to fight and win the enemy.

Morale is destroyed, and the sky is cut with one sword.