The Sword Dynasty - 157. Chapter 156

Ding Ning suddenly turned around.

He once again confirmed the idea of this “fly pool” practitioner.

The target of this “fly pool” practitioner is all the young people in this street. When it is difficult to kill him for a while, this “fly pool” practitioner did not have any obsessions, but He wanted to instantly kill Shen Yi, who was the easiest to kill in his eyes.

It’s just that this “fly pool” cultivator ignored the existence of Xue Wangxu. He ignored that Xue Wangxu was weaker than a normal old man, but he was after all a great cultivator above the seven realms!

At this time, the gray-black little sword was walking silently with a silent assassination sword intent. The sword itself didn’t carry much powerful power. It was rushed by Shen Yi’s sword and suddenly flew out of the window.

The gray-black sword body was particularly conspicuous in the extremely dazzling pure light.

These dazzling and pure rays of light seem to have a natural effect on the vitality flowing on this gray-black small sword. At this time, the body of the gray-black small sword melts like black oil. Strands of green smoke came out.

From the very beginning, Ding Ning felt that these dead men would not let any practitioners in this street pass, except for the grandson Qianxue who they did not know, so he did not hide his strength at all, and continued to play at critical moments. The effect is to attract the attention of these practitioners, but this “fly pool” practitioner, both in cultivation and mentality, far exceeded his expectations and still did things beyond his control.

Assassins are always more active than passive defenders.

But at this time, this “fly pool” practitioner’s miscalculation again gave him the opportunity to completely turn the tide of the battle.

He suddenly turned around, the tip of his left finger gleamed with black light. Everyone thought that he would shoot this small gray-black sword that was particularly conspicuous in the bright light, and even the gray-black flying sword had a hint of fear. As if there is life, he regained his spirits and flashed upwards.

However, what everyone did not expect was, “Chichichichi…” There was a tingling scalp sound, one after another black sword light, but the backhand rushed out, all shooting at that handle, and countless shadows circled around. Light green small sword.

The light green little sword just wanted to entangle Qiu Zaixing to the side of the carriage, and the sword shadow trembled. Even Qiu Zaixing couldn’t accurately grasp which sword shadow the real sword was in, so he didn’t dare to shoot at will. At this time, Ding Ning shot the light green small sword with his back, naturally it was impossible to hit it accurately.

However, the dozen or so black sword lights that were shot in succession at one time carried an astonishing coldness, piercing through countless light green afterimages, and instantly forced the light green small sword out.

Qiu Zaixing’s eyes seemed to burn.

The cultivator in the distance screamed and felt the most critical moment, the light green small sword’s body shook almost to burst.

However, it was too late.

Qiu Zaixing’s fists hit again.

The two horrible transparent sword auras once again combined into a big sword, piercing a distance of more than ten feet in an instant, slashing heavily on this light green small sword.

The light green little sword screamed like despair and lost its power instantly, like a piece of iron that spun out, falling somewhere unknown.

The deceived small gray-black sword became furious, and the black energy on the sword was madly surging. It turned out to be dozens of black fly-like things on the blade of the sword. It also fell straight towards Ding Ning in a pure straight line. to.

Ding Ning’s face became extremely solemn.

A sword charm was completed instantly in front of him.

A big river greeted the gray-black small sword.

The power of his sword was too far away from the power that this “fly pool” practitioner completely demonstrated, and Dajiang was directly penetrated.

However, he just wanted to fight for a short time, to slow down the speed of the gray-black little sword that was already flowing with despair at this moment, so as to ensure that his next Jiehan little sword could hit.

There was a soft “chi” sound.

Some blood came out of his fingertips, and the small black sword formed by the condensed cold vitality of the chip accurately hit the tip of the gray-black small sword.

The small black sword instantly shattered into countless black fragments, dispersing into layers of cold evil air.

The gloomy gray-black little sword was like a small boat in the rapids, but it was suddenly hit by an oncoming wave and gave a slight pause in the air.

After just this meal, the remaining four or five Jiehan Xiaojians in Ding Ning’s body had all shot out, hitting the gray-black flying sword one after another.

Feijian’s sword body was reluctant to bend slightly, and was rushed back a few feet.

Ding Ning took a deep breath.

At this moment, his strength has been exhausted, and he will no longer be able to block any blow from this gray-black flying sword.

Next, we can only watch Qiu Xing.

When the gray-black flying sword became extremely violent, Qiu Zaixing’s eyes were full of tension and worry. However, when Ding Ning’s first Jiehan Xiaojian hit the gray-black flying sword, his whole body Then relax.

He knows that the overall situation is set.

The more relaxed, the more heartily his true essence will flow.

The comfort in his heart is hard to describe in words.

He laughed wildly, stretched out his hand, directly grabbed the edge of the carriage, and exploded under his feet. He dragged the carriage with one hand and flew by, hitting the center of the street.

The wind was overflowing, and most of the surface that had already collapsed collapsed behind him.

The gray-black flying sword was slightly stagnant in the air, and it didn’t fly like anyone for a while.

Along the two streets, the owner of this gray-black flying sword, a man covered in ragged clothes like a beggar, shook his head and flew up, only two ups and downs, and across two streets, appeared on the collapsed surface shop. Ahead.

This is a man in his forties, his face is full of black oil stains, his facial features are ordinary, and he can’t leave any impression. At this moment, his hands are flowing out of black fireworks-like vitality.

He looked at Ding Ning sadly, and sighed in a low voice: “How can you be so calm?”

Before anyone had time to speak, the courtyard wall of a shop was broken again with a crash.

A long-bearded cultivator wearing a cyan gown walked out of the hole with difficulty, holding an empty white jade scabbard in his hand, looking handsome and handsome in his 30s.

However, at this moment, there were bleeding beads in his skin. When he just walked out of the hole in the courtyard wall, his clothes looked clean, but after only three steps, his green shirt was soaked in blood and turned into Got a blood robe.

“What kind of sword-gang technique is yours?”

The cultivator squeezed his eyes to keep the blood from falling into his eyes, so that he could see Ding Ning’s face clearly.

This cultivator is the owner of the light green little sword. He has fought Qiu Zaixing for a long time regardless of injury, and Qiu Zaixing’s last blow to his flying sword, his injuries are already extremely serious. At this moment, everyone could feel that the reason why he insisted on appearing here was because he wanted to see Ding Ning before he died.

“Even if it is a well-trained sword servant who specializes in cutting flying swords, it is impossible to be as accurate as you… I originally thought that we could rewrite the history books, but I did not expect you to be wrong.”

The cultivator looked at Ding Ning with regret and a trace of admiration. He could no longer support this sentence and fell to the ground.

The scene fell silent for a while.

Everyone can understand the emotions of him and the “fly pool” practitioner at this time.

Even if someone else has mastered the same method of condensing the stars as Ding Ning, and can produce such a black sword light, under such a situation, facing the oppression of Feijian, who can be so calm?

As long as there is a slight panic and mood swings, as long as a miss, the entire battle situation may be rewritten.

However, Ding Ning never made a mistake.

This is where he and the “fly pool” practitioner are most emotional and shocked.

“Changling is really a place for the nurturing of true dragons. From generation to generation, amazing sons are emerging in endlessly. I just wanted to get rid of these few, but I didn’t expect it to be underestimated…”

The beggar-like “fly pool” practitioner sighed deeply.

“It’s almost time.”

He felt the faint breath in the air around him, bowed to Qiu Zaixing, and said: “This last sword, I want to see Mr. Qiu’s Spiritual Sword Sect’s Wushuang Sword.”

Qiu Zaixing understood the meaning of this “fly pond” cultivator, and his face became solemn and abnormal.

In the next instant, the true essence in his body surged outward, but countless heaven and earth vitality surged and gathered in his right hand.

His right hand turned bronze.

The blood in his body also seemed to burn, and every inch of flesh and blood burst out with terrible power.

In just one step, he arrived in front of this “fly pool” cultivator.

His right hand is a sword, which hits the opponent’s chest straight.

This “fly pool” practitioner felt the incomparably fierce sword intent he had never encountered before, and a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

The gray-black little sword had fallen into his hand, and as the little sword was drawn upward, countless black vitality condensed into particles, like a fountain and countless flies flying out, crashing into Qiu Zaixing’s body.

In the next instant, the black spring in front of him was completely destroyed by Qiu Zaixing’s sword.

The body of this “fly pool” cultivator exploded like a ripe watermelon, sprinkling countless waves of blood in the streets.

Zhang Yi’s face was unbearable, and she felt like vomiting.

Ding Ning did not like the smell of blood and held his breath, but he knew very well that a dignified death would be the best end for this “fly pool” practitioner.

Qiu Zaixing stopped, and a strong sense of exhaustion began to sweep over his body.

He took a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer deal with any practitioner of the five realms. He turned his head and looked around and saw that the green shirt practitioner who had fallen on the ground had fallen to his death with drops in his mouth and nose. The blood that came out obviously turned into a dark color because of the highly toxic effects of self-administration, and then he felt a lot of flowing breath, he knew that this place was absolutely safe.

But what made him feel unusual was that, logically speaking, practitioners from the seven realms should have arrived at this time.

Changling is square, and the streets and lanes are divided like tofu blocks. Although outsiders may not know everything, he knows very well that the two phases above the top will naturally be dispatched on weekdays to ensure that there is a seven-level practitioner sitting in many squares. .

Even though Baishanshui was fighting wildly that day, and things were rushed, Ye Ce Leng was only one step short of arriving.

However, today there are people in this carriage who are so important, and even capable of changing the direction of history books, and they have been fighting for a long time. Why in this side… At this time, no practitioners of the seven realms have appeared?