The Sword Dynasty - 376. Chapter 375

This sword intent didn’t feel strong to him, but it was extremely dangerous.

In this very short time, he thought about why this sword intent made him feel extremely dangerous.

Because this sword intent comes from Jing Liuli.

Jing Liuli is the true disciple of Baili Suxue, Sect Master of Minshan Sword Sect, and he repairs the highest secret sword of Minshan Sword Sect. The sword intent is naturally beyond the ordinary Changling Sword Master can compare.

But in this duel in full view, a one-to-one comparison of swords, can it be possible to cheat?

Qian Daoren couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t help but glanced towards the place where the sword intent came, or the perception swept towards the place where the sword intent came.

But there is nothing there.

There is just a tree stump.

A boxwood stump that had just been severed and was still pouring juice out.

The sword intent comes from a smooth cut surface, but it is only a thin sword intent without any real sword aura.

“By Jianyi! Mutian Secret Sword!”

Dao Ren Qian suddenly realized what this was because of, and exclaimed.

The reason for this exclamation was that he found himself slow.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi…

The sharp sound of breaking through the air even overwhelmed his exclamation.

Ding Ning raised the Mo Hua Can Sword, but what really threatened Taoist Qian at this moment was still the Xingchenhan Evil Sword Qi that he had accumulated in his body.

The most frightening thing about Taoist Qian is that his flying sword is faster than the flying swords of many sword masters in Changling, so if he wants to defeat Taoist Qian, he must also pursue the ultimate in speed.

At the moment when Qian Daoren’s perception was completely attracted by that sword intent, his right foot slammed on the stone road, and the stone slab under the sole of his foot burst instantly. With the powerful counter-shock force, Ding Ning’s body moved like an arrow. At the same time, all the cold sword energy accumulated in his body gushed out in an instant, connected end to end, like two extremely long black swords, which pierced Taoist Qian’s chest in an instant.

In pursuit of the ultimate in speed, I had already thought about what to do at every point in time. The cold sword energy rushed out of the meridians of both arms, and the muscles of both arms were still twitching and trembling. Ding Ning’s right hand no longer knew what to do. Why has it been able to pierce straight out forcibly.

The same method seems to be the same as when dealing with Dr. Ai, but Taoist Qian knew that compared with Ding Ning’s dealing with Dr. Ai, there was already a crucial secret sword in front of him.

He was originally able to get out faster than Doctor Ai, but because of that thin sword intent with no substantial damage, his reaction was already slower than Doctor Ai.

The most important thing is that he doesn’t have the kind of defensive means of Dr. Ai.

Like all swordsmen who are good at flying swords, close combat is his weakest point.

In the exclamation, his face changed drastically, and the thin flying sword that had rushed forward by one foot accurately swung between the two black swords and lightsabers, smashing all the cold evil swords to pieces. At the same time, he The sword path of this flying sword still moved forward, falling on Ding Ning’s right arm.

Although his talent is limited, his cultivation has not been able to make progress since he was more than 40 years old, but I don’t know how many years of hard work has been spent on this flying sword, even though Ding Ning’s shot shocked him enough, but at this time He still has the confidence to dissolve Ding Ning’s sword before it falls on him, and even kill Ding Ning directly.

Ding Ning’s eyes were bright, he waved his left hand, and patted the flying sword without hesitation.

The tip of the sword pierced his palm like a tofu, and a bright blood mist rushed out behind Ding Ning’s palm, and his left sleeve was completely wet.

The sword body made a harsh sound of scraping the bones, making the faces of all the practitioners around who saw this scene instantly pale. Daoren Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly. All this was in his expectation. In the next instant, this flying sword should pass through Ding Ning’s palm and cut off Ding Ning’s right wrist holding the sword.

However, in the next moment, he howled like a beast.

His sword could not pass through Ding Ning’s palm, but the residual sword in Ding Ning’s hand had already pierced his chest fiercely, and the scattered sword wire instantly twisted the organs in his chest into A mass of mud!

Until then, a piece of horrified exclamation and screaming sounded.

Most of the onlookers have seen many duels, but there has never been a duel that made them feel so bloody and cruel.

In the stern and miserable howl, Taoist Qian, whose true essence was completely scattered, patted Ding Ning’s face with both hands, and some of the madly walking true essence was like lightning lingering in the palm of his finger.

Ding Ning let go of his right hand expressionlessly, bent over and got into Daoren Qian’s arms, his left hand patted against Daoren Qian’s abdomen.

Qian Daoren’s flying sword was stuck in his left hand.

puff!

puff!

puff!

…

Every dull sound of piercing flesh and blood caused the hearts of all onlookers to contract violently.

In a single breath, Ding Ning shot several times in Qian Dao Ren’s air sea, and plunged into Qian Dao Ren’s sea of air so that the true essence in Qian Dao Ren’s body was completely scattered to nowhere.

Daoren Qian’s body couldn’t finally stand firm, and under the recoil of the true essence and blood from the sea of qi, his body staggered and was about to fall back.

Ding Ning straightened up.

In the splash of blood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his left palm patted Qian Daoren’s throat without stopping.

Everyone heard a sound like a lantern bursting.

Qian Daoren’s miserable howling like a beast stopped, only the sound of blood spitting and a sound of leaking air.

It’s not just a hole in his Adam’s apple.

His entire neck was sunken inward.

Up to this point, Ding Ning’s movements did not seem to stop in everyone’s eyes.

His right hand fell to his left palm, and with a soft sound, he pulled out the flying sword inserted in his left palm, like throwing a dagger, looking at the backward Qian Dao Ren’s chest.

Although looking at the terrible wounds on Daoren Qian, he knew that Daoren Qian could no longer survive, but when this Feijian snorted accurately and pierced his heart, everyone’s hearts still couldn’t help but tremble. .

Ding Ning did not move forward.

He stopped, and when he raised his right hand again, he already had a piece of hemostatic gauze in his hand.

Then he bandaged his wound with the same amazing speed to stop the bleeding.

The carriage left Moyuan several times, and he was not injured before.

However, even if he was injured this time, the pictures at this moment made people feel colder in the heat of the heat even more than the previous few times.

There was a dead silence.

Only the sound of scoffing blood, and the weird loud sound from the throat that Taoist Qian had pierced through.

Qian Daoren pinched his throat in horror.

He opened his mouth hard.

At this time, he didn’t want to make any screams or unwilling sounds, but wanted to send out a certain message as best he could.

Because he knows the truth.

He knows why he died!

In the eyes of all the onlookers, it was Ding Ning who used a cruel method to himself and used his metacarpal bones to forcibly jam his flying sword for a moment.

However, only he really knew that at that moment, countless strange powers destroyed the true essence that he attached to that flying sword.

That seems to be… countless small silkworms!

But at this moment, Ding Ning raised his head, his calm and deep gaze made Qian Daoren inexplicably stagnant.

Then Ding Ning stepped forward and came to him.

“You should understand the truth now.”

“You died in my hands, not injustice.”

“Because it’s not just your cultivation base and swordsmanship, but also some of your subconscious enemy habits, I know.”

“You should understand now that I am not just avenging old man Xue.”

Listening to the sound made by Ding Ning in his ears that his lips were almost still, Qian Daoren’s mouth opened wider, and he wanted to shout even more.

However, he found that it was just that one stagnation, and he could no longer make any sound.

He looked at Ding Ning in horror, then fell back and crashed to the ground.

Countless exclamations and screams sounded.

Only then did shock and fear begin to flood.

This is a real life and death battle, but the winner is still Ding Ning.

“Why do you know Fanghou’s secret sword?”

There was not much shock in Jing Liuli’s eyes.

Since Ding Ning was confident to come to this Taoist, she was certain that Ding Ning could defeat it.

At this moment, there was only deep puzzlement in her eyes.

“That was not the secret sword of Fanghou Mansion, but the secret sword of Bashan Sword Field.”

When Ding Ning turned around, she subconsciously felt that Ding Ning would answer her with the most common answer to her, that is, “You will know in the future.” But Ding Ning’s soft answer made her stunned.

“Let’s go to the tea plantation.”

But then Ding Ning’s calm sentence really shocked her.

“Go to the tea garden?” She repeated these three words subconsciously.

When Ding Ning walked by her side, he turned his head and glanced at her, and said softly: “It is more unbearable than losing an important teacher and friend in a day. It is losing another lover, or watching that lover bear more than death. Still uncomfortable pain.”