This was probably the Three Treasures of Genghis Khan that Pi Muer had mentioned.
Ding Ning's spirits rose. He took out the Sky's Destroyer and charged out to kill. He wanted to disrupt the rhythm of these Death Spirit Guards and not give them a chance to get into formation.
"Puff, puff, puff!"
One by one, the guards' heads were chopped off and fell to the ground. They rolled on the ground before turning into ashes. Their skeletal horses also became skeletons with the death of their masters.
"Puff, puff, puff!"
Ding Ning was like a tiger in a flock of sheep. He rampaged through the guards and did not allow them to form an encirclement. Wherever his blade passed, heads would fall to the ground. The entire palace was in a complete mess. Not a single person was able to withstand a single blow.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing rang out. Ding Ning's purlicue shook and the Sky's Destroyer almost flew out of his hand.
He could not help but widen his eyes in shock. He looked with a fiery gaze at the Nine-tailed Hou in the hands of the general in the middle.
This was a good item. It should be known that although the Sky's Destroyer was only a sword embryo, it was a divine weapon that had gone through Heavenly Tribulation. Even though the guards' decaying scimitars were mixed with some Immortal Stone, they could not withstand a single blow from the Sky's Destroyer.
However, the Nine-tailed Hou was able to block the edge of the Sky's Destroyer and remain unscathed. It was a divine weapon that was about the same level as the Sky's Destroyer. Then how could the other two treasures, the Horn of Martyrs and the Sun Shooting Bow, be any worse?
Ding Ning immediately became spirited. He did not lack money at the moment. He did not have much interest in gold, silver, jewels, antiques, paintings, and the like. He only collected them with the thought that it would be a waste not to have them. However, divine weapons that could increase one's strength were infinitely attractive to him.
"Huo huo!"
The general with the Nine-tailed Hou did not care about what he thought. The huge flag fluttered in the wind and whistled with a chilling murderous intent, wanting to pierce through his throat.
"Good timing!"
Ding Ning was confident that his strength was unparalleled. Although the Nine-tailed Hou was a heavy weapon, he was not afraid. He raised his hand and accurately slashed at the tip of the Hou.
If he did not have enough confidence in this slash, coupled with perfect eyesight and control, he would be seeking his own death.
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions and the sound of metal clashing could be heard. Ding Ning only felt a copious amount of power coming towards him. That overbearing and tyrannical power actually forced Lao Ai to take a few steps back. His qi and blood surged for a while before he recovered. The general did not fare well either. He had to take a dozen steps back before he could stabilize himself.
However, the general guard was a dead man to begin with. He didn't feel pain, and it was even more impossible for his qi and blood to surge. After eliminating the inertia, he didn't hesitate to shake his long spear, and like a great spear, seven spear flowers shot out, piercing forward as fast as a cold star.
As the saying goes, an inch longer, an inch stronger, and an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.
The Nine-tailed Centipede was more than two meters long, and the Centipede General was also proficient in spear techniques. His footwork was exquisite, it was a genuine killing technique. Moreover, he had been fighting fiercely from a distance all along, making it impossible for him to get close. For a moment, he was actually forced into a fluster and did not have the slightest strength to fight back.
This aroused the pride in Ding Ning's heart. Even if he was forced into a difficult situation, he didn't use his spiritual power, but fought with his physical strength.
After all, this Centipede General was a Living Dead, and also fought with his physical strength. Ding Ning didn't want to have an unfair victory. Moreover, he was eager to fight. It was rare for him to meet such an opponent who was proficient in fighting techniques, so he naturally wanted to fight to his heart's content.
Speaking of which, his sabersmanship hadn't improved for a long time. If his father knew it, he would definitely whip him with a teng stick.
"Awesome, again!"
Ding Ning was forced to take a few steps back again, but he didn't look frustrated. Instead, his blood was boiling, and his fighting spirit was surging.
He hadn't fought to his heart's content for a long time. During this period of time, the opponents he met were either too strong, forcing him to use his trump card to win, or too weak to make him lose interest in fighting. This opponent was just right. He couldn't pose a fatal threat to him, but he kept enough pressure on him. He was the best whetstone.
Ding Ning was like a crazy devil, waving his saber and fighting fiercely without reservation. The feeling of fighting to his heart's content made him unconsciously immersed in the understanding of sabersmanship.
The Nine-tailed Centipede, which weighed at least dozens of kilograms, was used to the acme of perfection in the hands of the general. It was as swift as thunder and as fast as lightning, and every move was a killing skill. Ding Ning's vital parts were all targeted, and one mistake would kill him.
However, Ding Ning dealt with every move, emptied his mind, and parried with his fighting instincts. Every parry was dangerous, and one mistake would lead to his defeat. However, he was like a flickering candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse, and would never be extinguished.
If one looked carefully, one would find that every parry of his was disorderly, but as if it was carefully calculated, they were the most energy-saving and direct moves, and they would inevitably hit the weakest and most uncomfortable point of the Centipede General. Fortunately, the guy was a dead man and had no consciousness, otherwise, he would definitely be so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
Ding Ning closed his eyes and immersed himself in the comprehension. All martial arts techniques and moves were like floating clouds to him now. Every swing of his saber was like an antelope hanging its horn, bold and unconstrained, wonderful to the peak, but also natural.
From being completely suppressed at the beginning and unable to fight back, to gradually being able to barely cope, and now being able to fight on par with the general, his sabersmanship had unknowingly improved.
At a certain moment, Ding Ning's brain suddenly shook, and he raised his head to let out a long roar. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was a profound light in them. The Annihilation in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms, and every move he made was as slow as a snail, and he barely swung his saber.
"Clang!"
The Nine-tailed Centipede flew out of his hand in this seemingly slow but extremely fast strike, and was caught by Ding Ning.
Instead of retreating, the Centipede General advanced, trying to fight Ding Ning with all his might. With a flash of the saber, the head rolled on the ground and turned into ashes.
"Woo, woo, woo!"
Suddenly, a solemn and stirring horn sounded, and Ding Ning, who was immersed in the joy of breaking through in his sabersmanship, was stunned. He turned his head and saw a general-like guard standing on the right side of the coffin blowing a brass horn.
Before he could react to what was going on, the ground began to flicker with flickering lights, and the guards who had been killed earlier quickly took shape. In the blink of an eye, they were resurrected, and the entire hall was filled with warriors. They leaped onto their horses in an orderly manner and prepared to charge.
Ding Ning's expression changed. "Damn, how could this be? With a blow of the horn, the guards who had been killed came back to life, and even the Centipede General appeared again. The most terrible thing was that the Nine-tailed Centipede in his hand disappeared after a flash and reappeared in the Centipede General's hand. How could he continue?
To shoot a man, first shoot the horse. To capture the bandits, first capture the king.
It seemed that the horn was the key. He had to kill that guy as soon as possible and snatch the horn.
Ding Ning did not hesitate. His sabersmanship had broken through to the realm of lifting Lightness-in-Heaviness, so there was no need for him to hold back anymore. He had to kill them as quickly as possible.
"Ta, ta, ta!"
However, this was destined to be a tough battle. The grassland cavalry had formed into an invincible battle formation, and the terrifying killing aura they emanated made Ding Ning's scalp tingle.
Fortunately, he had the Tian Peng's extreme speed, and he had already seen through the flaws of this battle formation. Thus, he did not fight them head-on. He rolled on the ground without caring about his image and shamelessly took the opportunity to slice off the legs of the skeletal horses.
After a while, the cavalry formation fell into chaos again. The pressure on Ding Ning was greatly reduced, and he immediately started a massacre.
After he cleaned up the cavalry again, the Centipede General pounced at him again.
He could not bring any pressure to Ding Ning now, but he knew that once Ding Ning died, the Centipede General would shamelessly restart the battle formation again. Thus, while fighting, he got closer to the Centipede General. He was ready to kill the Centipede General and snatch the horn back to end everything.
Little did he know that Tian Xuanzi and the others were so angry that they wanted to curse. It took them so much effort to destroy the battle formation in the seventh palace and kill them one by one. Just as they were about to move on to the next palace, the Centipede General suddenly revived, and they were once again in a tough battle.
It was not that Tian Xuanzi was weaker than Ding Ning, but the power that suppressed the divine psyche was too strong. Furthermore, he walked the path of ancient martial arts and had never cultivated his physique. Thus, he could not even use 30% of his strength.
Most importantly, he was in the same palace with the Wind God, Rain God, and King Kong. He did not dare to attack without holding back, fearing that he would be ambushed by them. This was the reason why it was so difficult for him to fight.
Wind God and Rain God, on the other hand, were extremely frustrated. In this underground palace, be it the wind or water element, there were so few of them that their combat power was greatly reduced. Under the encirclement of the battle array, they were even weaker than Tian Xuanzi.
On the other hand, King Kong who had a metalized body was like a fish in the water, becoming the main force in the battle.
In the sixth palace, Feng Lingxiao and the others were also frustrated. Guns were useless against the Centipede General here, but they had the advantage in numbers. After paying the price of some deaths, they finally killed the Centipede General. But these Centipede General suddenly revived, how could they not be frustrated?
Especially when Feng Lingxiao's divine psyche was injured, turning him from the strongest to a burden. This made the battle even more difficult. If it weren't for the little monk, the young man with the saber, Pi Muer, and Yan Tong who also made it to the sixth palace, sharing the burden for them, god knows how many more of them would have died.
"Haha, let's see how you are going to revive now … Urgh!"
Ding Ning suddenly attacked the bugle horn general and beheaded him. He grabbed the bugle horn in his hand at the same time. Just as he was feeling proud of himself, the action of the general with the bow on his back made the smile on his face stiffen.
The General with the Bow drew his bow and shot an arrow at the passageway between the Eighth and Ninth Palaces. Just when Ding Ning thought he had a brain cramp, the ground flickered again. Those guys came back to life, and the horn in his hand turned illusory and returned to the General with the Horn who came back to life.
Ding Ning's face turned green. What the heck, didn't Pi Muer say that only the Horn of Martyrs could summon spirits? How could the bow and arrow be reactivated? This was not logical!
It seemed like he had to snatch the bow and arrow together with the horn next time. Ding Ning gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke. Before the Centipede General could fully form the battle formation, he rushed in like a whirlwind and started a massacre.
This time, he moved very quickly. In just a few minutes, Ding Ning had slaughtered all the Centipede General. When the Centipede General jumped out, he didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced and killed the Horn General and the Bow General, snatching the bow and the horn.
"Fuck, if I can revive again this time, I …"
Before he finished speaking, Ding Ning looked as if he had seen a ghost. The Centipede General stabbed the Nine-tailed Centipede into the ground. The ground flickered and the Centipede guards were revived one by one.
"Fuck, what the hell. I'll kill all three of you this time. Let's see if you can revive again!"
Ding Ning cursed while gnashing his teeth. Without another word, he rushed into the crowd of people who had just revived and started a massacre. Those pitiful Centipede guards were slaughtered as soon as they appeared.
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