One Sword to Immortality - C305

Eight steps, nine steps. After ten steps, Ding Ning was walking on the dolomite s, and his entire body began to lightly tremble. After walking to the thirteenth level of the dolomite s, Ding Ning’s right foot had just raised up and was about to take the fourteenth step when an invisible force suddenly and violently smashed into his chest!

In the next moment, Ding Ning who was struck by this power whose upper body slightly leaned back, and was about to be knocked flying away, suddenly withdrew his right foot which was heading towards the fourteenth step, and stepped heavily on the twelfth step of the dolomite s.

The tip of his right foot forcefully twisted against the twelfth step, causing Ding Ning’s body to slightly lean forward, one of his legs stepping on the thirteenth step, and the other stepping on the twelfth step. Both of his legs gradually bent in an arcing motion, he finally managed to stabilize his body, and was not knocked flying by the force of the dolomite steps in front of him.

“Ding Ning, if it really doesn’t work, don’t push it!” Beneath the dolomite s behind Ding Ning, his eyes were unblinkingly staring at Ding Ning. Through the corner of Ding Ning’s pants that was blown up by the wind, he could see that Ding Ning’s legs were tensed and constantly trembling. He could not help but scrunch his eyebrows together in worry.

“Un, I know!” “Earlier, I walked up 19 steps. Now that I’ve reached the 13th step, I can take a few more steps forward …” Ding Ning replied without turning his head back.

After saying that, Ding Ning took a deep breath, and let out a loud “Ah!” sound. He suddenly lifted his right leg that was on the twelfth step, and used all his strength to stomp on the fourteenth step of the dolomite s with his right foot …

The instant his right foot landed on the fourteenth step, Ding Ning’s right hand suddenly formed a fist, and suddenly punched towards the air in front of him … The instant Ding Ning threw out his punch, a wave of energy surged onto Ding Ning’s right fist as well. It was not one bit inferior to the spiritual energy at the second level of the Spirit Origin Stage, and it tightly wrapped around the fist on Ding Ning’s right hand.

And as Ding Ning swung his right fist forward, the previously empty space in front of him seemed to slightly distort, as if the wall of air in front of him had been punched a hole in it. After the punch was thrown, Ding Ning did not pause at all. Another punch followed immediately after, and under the continuous torrential gusts of fist shadows, Ding Ning used the power of his fist to move forward, his feet quickly stepping towards the dolomite s! Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang.

Fourteen steps, fifteen steps. only stopped when his right foot stepped on the eighteenth step of the dolomite. And from the first fist Ding Ning swung out, to the point where he stopped and stood on the eighteenth step of the dolomite s, in this short span of less than a breath of time, Ding Ning’s right fist had already punched the air in front of him no less than seventy to eighty times …

After stepping on the eighteenth step of the dolomite s with his right foot, although Ding Ning was still clenching his right fist, and clenching his teeth, wanting to try and wave again, it was obvious that the fist on his right hand was not as sharp as it was before. Even though his right fist was still filled with spiritual energy s like before, but when his fist landed on the empty air, it could not push any further!

Ding Ning’s entire face was covered with beads of sweat, drop by drop, they flowed down from his forehead onto the dolomite s beneath his feet. His face was red as he clenched his teeth, and his eyes revealed a deep unwillingness as he stared straight ahead at the dolomite s, but at the same time, a feeling of helplessness rose in his heart!