The Sword Dynasty - 156. Chapter 155

The silver-white small sword that Ding Ning picked and flew over his head made a violent neigh, representing the master’s anger.

The sword of the practitioner of the five realms was actually blocked by such a young man, and this young man hadn’t died under the attack of another flying sword!

For the owner of this flying sword, it was a great shame.

However, when practitioners compete, life and death are only a fraction of the time.

Then the silver-white small sword screamed violently in the air, drawing a poignant arc in the air, and falling again toward Ding Ning’s body like a meteor, there were countless cracking sounds around Qiu Zaixing’s body.

The dozens of invisible ropes released by the yellow robe youth at the cost of their lives finally broke at this moment.

The broken and shattered invisible rope was like a really heavy piece of iron rope, falling on the ground around the autumn rejuvenation, and every section was bursting out a huge wave of air.

Around Qiuzaixing’s body, waves bloomed like waves.

Once the bondage of these vitality ropes was lost, the power in the body was finally freed, Qiu Zaixing’s eyes fell like a torch on the silver-white small sword that flew towards Ding Ning, but his hands were slapped deep behind the surface!

The two straight and unparalleled sword auras joined together to form a complete transparent sword, which was pierced with extreme determination.

The paved backyard exploded like a sheepskin raft filled with too much air in the next moment, and countless fragments spurted out back.

Immediately afterwards, several courtyards were pierced by this sword.

Clouds of dust bloomed one by one, forming a straight line, pointing to a middle-aged practitioner standing in front of a small courtyard well.

The anger on the middle-aged cultivator’s face instantly turned into fear. Knowing that he had no time to react, he could only close his eyes in despair.

With a click.

The bones between his chest and abdomen were shattered, and his whole body was almost directly pierced into two parts by this sword.

His body fell back and fell into the well behind.

The silver-white flying sword controlled by this cultivator was already less than ten feet away from Ding Ning. However, the thin silver-white small sword lost control at this time. middle.

Qiu Zaixing did not care about the flying sword that flew towards Ding Ning, but directly killed the owner of the flying sword with a single sword, completely solving the root cause, but Ding Ning’s eyes did not have any joy.

Because at this moment, the two flying swords entangled on the eaves had already decided the winner.

The Xueliang Flying Sword that flew out of the carriage was far from the light green Flying Sword in terms of power. Finally, it was weak and unable to support it.

The light green flying sword danced happily, flying sharply around the half of the collapsed surface, waiting for the opportunity.

This light green flying sword, coupled with the gray-black flying sword that had quietly disappeared at this moment, still had two deadly flying swords in the field.

Light green flying swords fluttered around the car, and the man in the car had lost his flying sword, and Qiu Zaixing would not dare to leave the car.

Before Qiu Zaixing got rid of the light green flying sword, he still had to face the flying sword that had acquired the “fly pool” swordsmanship of the Daqi Dynasty.

Feeling that there are 22 chips condensed from the stars in the body, Ding Ning only feels lucky at this time.

If it weren’t for this kind of enemy means from Zhoujiamoyuan, Changsun Qianxue would definitely be forced to take action today, and then he and Changsun Qianxue would have to flee Changling.

It’s just that he can only send twenty-two such cold evil swords again, whether it can be supported until Qiu Xing solves the flying sword, or when a helping hand arrives, Ding Ning does not have any confidence.

“Fly Pond” is one of the strangest places of practice in the Daqi Dynasty.

It was an ancient mass grave, and there was a gloomy spring. It was a place of gloom. There were countless flies called “ghost flies” flying outside the sect. Any disciple of the inner sect who wanted to go out of the sect, You must use your sword to kill flies and insects, so that no flies can fall, only then can you be allowed to go out of the mountain.

The “Willless Ghost Sword” is one of the most important jerks of the “Fly Pond”. It takes countless years of hard work to cultivate to such a situation, no matter what reason this practitioner appeared in this assassination, but He must be a true inner disciple of the “fly pool”.

Practitioners who come from such a place of practice are naturally more than the methods currently displayed.

From the beginning, the yellow-robed young man trapped Qiu Zaixing at the cost of his life. This “fly pool” practitioner was the real core of this assassination.

A leaf turned up on the ground beside Ding Ning.

That gray-black little sword, I don’t know when it has sneaked under the fallen leaves beside Ding Ning silently.

“careful!”

Qiu Zaixing’s sword also consumed a large amount of true essence, but the fighting spirit was the most intense. At this moment, he also felt the slight movement of Ding Ning’s side, and suddenly let out a scream.

However, when this reminder was spoken, he was also very clear in his heart that if Ding Ning himself had not felt abnormal before, it would be too late at this time.

Although Ding Ning hadn’t noticed this small gray-black sword earlier, he had already sensed the existence of this small sword when the fallen leaves opened.

Perceiving the chill, his brow raised slightly, and his left hand hanging over his sleeve moved slightly again.

There was a “chih”.

This is just a sound in anyone’s ears, but in fact, because the interval is too short, it exceeds the limit of the human ear, and there are two fewer stars and cold evil vitality chips accumulated in his body’s orifice.

Two black sword lights rushed out from Ding Ning’s fingertips one after another, striking the gray-black flying sword that had just floated from the ground almost at the same time.

With a muffled sound, the small sword that had just been lifted like a poisonous snake lurking in the dead leaves was knocked to the ground, dragging several cut marks on the stone ground.

Zhang Yi’s eyes widened, he was surprised, but his body quickly fell into coldness.

Because of this small gray-black sword, it shot up violently in an instant, and flew toward Ding Ning again!

With the stronger power blooming, black air lingered on this gray-black little sword, as if countless little ghosts were about to emerge. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Ning finally sensed the extremely weak line in the air. Perceived the true location of this cultivator from the “fly pond”.

This cultivator from the “Fly Pond” turned out to be a beggar sitting in a ruined house two streets away!

Under such a long distance, Ding Ning could be sure that even if Qiu Zaixing discovered his existence, it would be impossible to kill him in a short time.

As for himself, it is even more impossible to cross the two streets to reach the other side.

The chill in his heart is stronger, but his mood is still extremely calm.

Three black sword lights rushed out from the tip of his left finger one after another, slashing accurately on the gray-black small sword one after another.

The gray-black little sword broke his two sword lights in succession, and the sword power finally slowed down when he broke his third sword light.

Ding Ning’s right hand Mohua long sword cut out at this moment, and slapped it fiercely on the gray-black small sword.

The small gray-black sword was shaken out again and flew out.

A thunderstorm sounded at this time.

Qiu Zaixing’s hands came out again, but they were different from before, but his hands swept sharply in the air.

A dozen criss-cross lights lit up.

These lights are not like sword lights, but sword lights.

His arms are like knives, leading the heaven and earth vitality to cross and kill in the air.

The light green flying sword did not expect that he still had such a method. He was forced into a small space in the violent light of the sword. When there was an explosion, a light of the sword finally caught the trail of the sword and slayed it fiercely. Handle the light green small sword.

There was a violent muffled sound from the streets in the distance.

The light green little sword swayed through the net with difficulty. This blow had obviously caused serious damage to the owner of this little sword. However, the owner of this little sword also knew the situation at this time, so he still struggled to support it. After the light green little sword retreated more than ten feet, it began to accelerate again, showing countless twisted sword shadows in the air.

In a small courtyard not far from Ding Ning and Zhang Yi, Xue Wangxu was sitting on the wicker chair in the bedroom. Since the fight, he had just frowned and hid quietly in this dimly lit room.

At this time, Shen Yi brought the door to the room and stood beside him with a nervous expression on his face.

Listening to the sound of every blow outside, and feeling Ding Ning’s performance, although his expression became more tense, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

“Five feet behind you, cut!”

At this moment, he suddenly uttered a stern shout at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi’s spirit was also tightened to the limit, his hands were full of fine beads of sweat.

He didn’t feel anything, but Xue Wangxu’s stern shout meant an irresistible command that made him subconsciously turn around and take out the sword.

There was a bang.

A thunder light fell five feet behind him.

Five feet behind him is a window.

Just as the thunder light brought out by his swinging sword fell, a thin gray-black light was penetrating through the gap in the window.

The small gray-black sword that was just blocked by Ding Ning now sneaked over silently!

“Zi” sounded.

The gray-black small sword condensed and was scorched by lightning. A lot of blue smoke suddenly appeared on the body of the sword, and the body of the sword seemed to twist in pain.

But Shen Yi’s breathing stopped completely, even he could feel that this sword was gaining momentum again, and there was power to burst out.

Xue Wangxu screamed, coughing if he didn’t breathe well, but he forcibly held it back, his face was blood red, and then he screamed: “Freehand brushwork, sword intent, cut!”

Shen Yi almost subconsciously, the true essence in his body gushed out with this stern shout.

Countless black light suddenly surged from the long sword rune in his hand, as if a giant ink ball was about to swallow the entire room, but before the tip of his sword, countless pure and dazzling rays of light were suddenly shot out.

An extremely bright beam hit the gray-black small sword.

The whole room lit up as if it contained a pure sun.

In all the gaps, pure and dazzling light is emitted!