The Sword Dynasty - 155. Chapter 154

This is not a threat, but a pure statement of facts. Unless it is a practitioner above the seven realms, unless it is an assassination with a single blow, otherwise any practitioner of the five realms and six realms who stay here will definitely not stay here. May go to Changling.

Although Changling has no walls, it is more terrifying than almost all the cities with walls.

However, the yellow-robed youth did not have the slightest panic or anxiety. Instead, he looked at the turret and the sky in the distance with peace and satisfaction, and said: “We never thought of getting out of here. We only need a period of time. The time that can allow us to complete our mission, I think you should understand now that the reason why we are all cultivated in this way is because this can not attract the attention of the spectators on the turret so quickly.”

Qiu Zaixing frowned slightly, and subconsciously spit out two words: “Dead man.”

There was even a smile on the face of the young man in Huangpao, and he said slowly: “It is worthwhile to trade our lives for the lives of these young people.”

His smile was sincere, but it was actually cruel and tragic.

Qiu Zaixing’s eyebrows slowly raised, and he said indifferently: “Any dead man is a victim of a conspiracy. I just want to know what you want to do for such a deliberate delay of time?”

At this time, the two flying swords were still entangled on the eaves, and the sword energy tore into countless pieces of roof tiles. The young man in the yellow robe was so busy talking at this time, it was indeed delaying time.

The young man in Huangpao still smiled slightly and said, “I’m delaying time, and what I’m waiting for is now.”

As he spoke this sentence, he opened the paper fan in his hand.

When the paper fan opened, it was not a fan with exquisite patterns drawn, but more than ten yellow talisman papers flew out.

At the same time, all the accumulated power in the yellow robe youth spewed out at this moment and poured into these more than ten pieces of talisman paper.

Because the eruption was too violent, countless drops of essence and blood even permeated the skin of the yellow-robed youth, which spread out like peach blossoms in the air, and the yellow-robed youth exuded a fanatical look in his eyes. , But his body was like a withered flower, instantly losing his spirit.

Qiu Zaixing suddenly changed his expression and shouted sharply, “Master Fu!”

Zhang Yi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Changling has little practice to be good at Fudao.

Just the material of the rune paper and the blending of rune ink are like alchemy. There are countless processes to go through. The runes on the rune paper are also an extremely profound knowledge. Only in the Great Yan Dynasty, which was the furthest away from the Qin Dynasty, rich in silver candle grass and black dragon toad, and many other materials suitable for refining talisman paper and ink, naturally formed many sects for practicing and fighting with talisman.

Especially this method of casting more than ten talisman papers at once, it seems that only some powerful practitioners of the Dayan Dynasty can do it!

In Qiu Zaixing’s stern shout, more than a dozen thin talisman papers have disappeared, turning into an extremely turbulent heaven and earth vitality.

On the ground below him, suddenly countless small storms rolled up, like countless transparent ropes, firmly tied to his body.

The power of terror continuously penetrated into his body.

Qiu Zaixing’s face instantly turned blood red.

A golden iron trembling sounded from his body, his whole body exuded a biting sword intent, and the whole person seemed to have become a big sword.

However, his complexion changed again.

The power that this yellow-robed young man is blooming at this moment is so fierce that he can’t get rid of it at all.

Almost subconsciously, his consciousness swept behind him.

In the shadow behind him, a gray-black flying sword floated like a ghost.

The reason it is said to be floating is because this flying sword with a pattern similar to that of mosquito legs does not contain any smoke or fire.

Even if he appeared in Qiu Zaixing’s perception now, he couldn’t feel where this flying sword was flying from, or where the owner of this flying sword was.

Any flying sword has the power of mind and the traction of heaven and earth’s vitality, and it is just like a puppet controlled by a wire, but this flying sword is just like a puppet that is off the line and still walking freely.

The yellow robe youth was waiting, just waiting for this flying sword to dive close to his side.

All the power of these runes was just to make him unable to move, unable to avoid this flying sword.

His power far surpasses everyone in this room. With him in front of the car, even if there are more flying swords on the eaves, it is impossible to truly threaten the people in the car. However, these dead men are obviously not in him. Only after the shot did he know his identity!

Obviously these dead men had already made accurate estimates of his strength, and had designed such a blow from the beginning!

At this time, there were logically at least two flying swords that could save him from danger, but now none of them appeared.

This can only show that the two powerful existences that secretly protected the carriage like themselves have also been solved.

Qiu Zaixing’s heart was too cold to describe in words at this moment.

It was not because of his own imminent death, but because he couldn’t imagine what kind of uproar would be caused if the people in the carriage were assassinated here today.

Without Feijian, it would be impossible to keep up with Feijian’s speed.

The flying sword on the eaves also felt the crisis of Qiu Zaixing at this time, but it was firmly suppressed by the flying sword that had become more ferocious and could not be retrieved.

Seeing the gray-black flying sword flying towards Qiu Zaixing’s back, it was already difficult for Qiu Zaixing to escape the fate of being penetrated by a sword.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning let go of Zhang Yi’s sleeves and took a step to the front left.

He raised his left hand.

With a sneer, a black sword light shot out from his fingertips and turned into a black meteor at an astonishing speed, right in the middle of the gray-black flying sword.

With a bleak and smashing sound, the black sword light was directly shattered into dozens of pieces. The gray-black flying sword that was flying silently was also smashed into the sky for more than ten feet, even piercing the face. Paved the courtyard wall of the backyard and flew out.

There were dozens of black fragments splashed on Qiu Zaixing’s back, and the cold air filled his body like countless ice needles. The hair behind his head was instantly covered with weird cyan frost.

His body was even colder, but a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

With a clank, he agitated the true essence even more violently, fighting with the invisible rope tied to his body.

The young man in Huangpao looked at Ding Ning who had shot in disbelief.

In the distant streets, there were faint exclamations.

All those who participated in this assassination were in shock.

No one thought that Ding Ning would be able to stop such a killer sword.

A sword temporarily solved the slaying game of Autumn Resurrection, but Ding Ning didn’t feel any joy in his heart.

Because this was obviously a flying sword technique from the “fly pool” of the Daqi dynasty, even if he felt the position of some practitioners at this time, he couldn’t feel where the sword practitioner was lurking at all.

If it is impossible to kill this cultivator, then this silent flying sword will still be an extremely deadly threat to everyone in this street.

At this moment, there is no way to perceive the position of that practitioner, only to force him to make a sharper shot.

Only when the power focused on the flying sword is more intense, can he perceive the practitioner’s location.

“Brother, kill that master talisman!”

So Ding Ning shouted sternly, holding the Mohua Sword in his hand, and rushing towards Qiu Zaixing.

There was a cracking sound of “chi”.

It seemed that the brocade robe was suddenly torn apart, and another trace of the flying sword sharply pierced through the air in the cold air full of killing intent.

A thin silver flying sword crazily fell towards Ding Ning’s head from the distant buildings.

Seeing another flying sword, Zhang Yi, whose face was already extremely pale, did not dare to be a mother-in-law, and Ding Ning lied with a stern meaning that he would not allow him to refuse. He also flew forward and yelled out loudly. , The long sword in his hand has already pierced into the sky above.

Wetness fills the whole street.

In the sky above the phoenix tree, countless crystal rain lines appeared again, and countless small swords fell.

at the same time.

The silver-white flimsy flying sword was already close to the swift Ding Ning’s body.

There was a suppressed exclamation in the carriage.

The thin flying sword that fell crazily like an arrow suddenly buckled, and fell behind Ding Ning in an incredible level, and accelerated again.

Ding Ning made a sword.

The Mohua Sword in his hand swung back.

A white sword light rose up like a white horn.

With a puff, the widest part of the white horns happened to be against this flying sword.

Fei Jian cut in abruptly, cutting off the sword energy like Aries’ horns, and still tyrannically slashed towards Ding Ning’s body.

However, the final foil in Ding Ning’s hand was not able to end its horns, and the tip of the remnant sword actually picked the flying sword with incomparable precision.

With a stern shout, this flying sword, which had lost a lot of power and had a stronger power in the future, was picked to fly over Ding Ning’s head abruptly.

Countless rain lines fell on the yellow robe youth at this time.

The young man in Huangpao had already used up all his true essence, and was unable to stop him at this time.

Puff puff puff…

The clothes on his body were shattered, and his whole body was instantly covered with countless small blood holes, and his whole body could no longer stand, and fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat.

Such scenes appeared at the same time, and the two young men Wutongluo’s surprising and shocking performance made Qiu Zaixing almost ecstatic and let out a cry.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning’s side, in the ditch under the rain eaves, silently floated a strange color, it was the gray-black flying sword.

Ding Ning had just blocked the blow of another flying sword with all his strength, and now this flying sword was…how could he be able to stop it?

Seeing that the wine shop boy who had just saved him once was about to die, Qiu Zaixing’s ecstatic scream instantly turned into an extremely angry roar.

His body vibrated violently in an instant.

Countless layers of force are constantly impacting, like the violent friction between a sword and its sheath.

Bleeding came from his mouth and nose.

However, the invisible vitality rope that was cast at the cost of the life of the yellow-robed youth was extremely powerful. Even so, it only made a faint sound of cracking, and did not completely disintegrate immediately.

Ding Ning’s eyes were abnormally calm at this time.

The remnant sword in his right hand was still moving upward, but his left hand was already pointing to the gray-black flying sword.

Snorted.

Then there was another bleak sound, and the small Jiehan sword that flew from his fingertips hit the flying sword again, and shook it out again.