Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The one who attacked was none other than the Nine Bends Sword Zhong Zhen, one of the Thirteen Grand Protectors of the Mount Songh Sect!

He stood tall with a cold face resembling Yama, his eyes glowing with a ghostly light, as if an Asura walking out of hell.

At this moment, his sword danced in his hand, the blade vibrating and ringing, fully unleashing his eerie sword technique. In the void, sword shadows surged endlessly, spinning into whirlwinds that seemed to reflect and counter everything as if forming nine bends and eighteen curves.

Such a sword skill clearly reached the First-class Supreme Realm!

But even with such prowess, when Ding Ling’s arrow blasted towards his sword, boom boom boom! The arrowheads exploded in succession, shattering his Nine Bends Sword into three pieces, catching him unprepared.

He was hit in the chest by the three arrows that followed closely!

Boom boom boom!

The arrowheads exploded.

Zhong Zhen’s physical quality was average, not in armor, only wearing casual clothes. How could he withstand such exploding arrowheads? His chest exploded on the spot, with a miserable cry, he flew backward, crashing into another Grand Protector who rolled sideways on the ground with him.

"Junior brother, junior brother!"

It was a short, plump, with sallow and swollen complexion, middle-aged man in his fifties who was knocked over by Zhong Zhen. He was none other than Le Hou, the Great Yin Yang Hand. A First-class expert among the Thirteen Grand Protectors!

Watching as it took less than two rounds for his junior brother Zhong Zhen to be shot dead by Ding Ling.

Le Hou was both shocked and furious, let out a long howl, drew the treasure sword from his back, pointed it at Ding Ling, and shouted loudly:

"Ding, don’t push people too far!"

"Truly brothers, even their words are the same."

Ding Ling thought of what Lu Bai said, sneered without moving, continued to draw his bow and arrow, aiming at Le Hou and several other First-class experts.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air was unceasing.

With the Four Great Breathing Techniques and Middle Yuan Nine-section Skill amplifying each other, and their vigorous qi melting into the arrowheads, then fully activated by the Double Extremes Arrow and Tornado Arrow.

Making these three arrows as violent as a hurricane from the sky, fiercer than a prehistoric T-Rex, roaring with the most ferocious of anger upon release.

Thump thump thump!

The sound of vibrating strings was continuous.

Qu Feiyan very cleverly handed arrows to Ding Ling on the side.

Ding Ling picked up three arrows at once, each arrow blasting, unstoppable, with terrifying lethal power. A slightest mistake would see a First-class expert instantly shot dead!

Qu Feiyan watched in wild joy, her worship and admiration for Ding Ling rising at a visibly rapid pace, to the point where she was almost completely infatuated!

When she was most desperate, Ding Ling, like a Celestial God, drew with her, killing out, one bow, one arrow after another, causing the experts of the Mount Songh Sect to not dare show their heads, retreating under the sharpness of the arrows, being slain one by one.

"Ah!"

The cries of agony rose one after another.

Within moments, several disciples of the Mount Songh Sect were dead. Often, it’s just one arrow, easily piercing through a person’s abdomen, yet with strength left to kill another immediately.

In just a few breaths, the vibrating strings scared the birds in the forest to scatter entirely.

And the experts of the originally crowded Mount Songh Sect were reduced to only a few First-class experts!

Le Hou’s voice was filled with tremendous anger and murderous intent:

"Ding, if I can escape today, I will tear you to pieces!"

"You cannot escape."

Ding Ling emptied the quiver, threw away the big bow, reached back, clang! The Giant Que Sword unsheathed:

"Let me test your Mount Songh Sect’s sword technique!"

His Breathing Technique’s vigorous qi merged with his inner strength, unfolding the Ten Thousand Miles Solo Lightweight Body Technique, swoosh!

His body, like a shooting star, dashed out over tens of meters in an instant, arriving right in front of Le Hou in the blink of an eye. The large sword slashing down towards Le Hou’s head like a rainbow!

"Ah!"

Le Hou was both shocked and furious, both terrified and alert, Ding Ling’s speed was too amazing. Before he even reacted, Ding Ling had already arrived in front of him, this speed was like a Ghost God, how many in the world today could match it?

"Together!"

Le Hou only crossed swords with Ding Ling’s Giant Que Sword for a moment, clang! He seemed to be struck by lightning, his fat body uncontrollably backing up over a dozen steps, still with force remaining, stepping back a few more steps.

He was astonished in his heart, shouted loudly:

"Be careful, this kid has innate divine power! Don’t confront him head-on!"

The other Mount Songh Grand Protectors were Tower Hand Ding Mian, Golden Lion Gao Kexin.

One with a fat head and big ears, tall and plump, full of wild arrogance;

The other majestic, towering to the extreme.

Without exception, both were stunned by Ding Ling’s archery, both too busy to kill Qu Yang, only knowing to avoid the sharp arrows to avoid being shot, yet unexpectedly, Ding Ling’s arrowhead turned, targeting other disciples of the Mount Songh Sect,

Making it so that in just mere moments, dozens of elite disciples of the Mount Songh Sect had perished!

This loss was unbearable for the Mount Songh Sect.

Thinking of Zhong Zhen’s death with the Nine Bends Sword.

The duo felt deep pain and anger to the extreme, hearing Le Hou’s shouts, they exchanged glances and then together drew their swords, one stabbing towards Ding Ling’s neck from the left, the other towards his abdomen from the right.

Qu Feiyan’s pupils shrank as she couldn’t help but shout, ’Be careful!’

Ding Ling gave a long laugh, turning the Giant Que Sword in his hand, Sword God Skill, Pine Wind Swordsmanship, Qing Frost Swordsmanship, Moon Shadow Swordsmanship were deployed in succession, in an instant.

But saw in the void, a hundred flowers bloom, the sword flowers blossomed, condensing into frost, into the moon, guarding Ding Ling impenetrably, not even a drop of water could enter, nor needle could pierce, the sword stabs from Ding Mian and Gao Kexin struck on the Giant Que Sword’s blade, only to be met by a huge counter-shock force that numbed their palms.

The two were horrified in their hearts, truly realizing Ding Ling’s fearsome power for the first time.

It’s fine if not confronting him.

Once truly facing him, they felt they were like a stone meeting an egg, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree, that sense of powerlessness made them despair as if about to fall into the abyss of hell.

Clang!

Clang clang clang!

Ding Ling swiftly counterattacked, the shadow of the Giant Que Sword layered and unfolded, enveloping Gao Kexin, Le Hou, and Ding Mian all at once!

One person facing three.

In a short span, only saw the sword light flickering in the field, blood blossoms occasionally spewing into the air, Ding Mian, Le Hou, and Gao Kexin couldn’t resist, often getting wounded by Ding Ling’s Giant Que Sword.

Qu Yang watched with his heart trembling, filled with admiration.

Thinking:

"Ding Ling didn’t have this kind of power at Yanhui Pavilion before. How long has it been now? How come it feels like his skill has advanced by at least several levels? So profound I can’t even see through it?"

Qu Feiyan was jubilant and encouraging, but so as not to cause Ding Ling trouble, she didn’t seize the chance to run over to see Qu Yang, just stayed in a safe place, looking at Ding Ling with bright eyes.