The Sword Dynasty - 539. Chapter 538

“We need to destroy those talismans.”

Changsun Qianxue frowned and looked at the back of those huge black shadows.

Most of the weight that Xueyan was dragging had been unloaded and turned into a talisman standing on the ice.

At this moment, the “Heaven Slaughter” that mapped the entire lake surface into a faint green patch was just one of them.

The threat of these talisman is far beyond the huge black shadow that surges on the ice.

“No. These people only have the ability to use these talisman once.”

Ding Ning turned to look at her, and shook his head, “They only want to use these talisman once.”

The old monk squinted his eyes slightly and raised his head to look at the faint green flames. Even though his pupils were mapped to a greenish green, he still clearly judged which of the currents would cause him, Ding Ning, and Changsun Qianxue. The real threat.

He raised the wooden staff in his hand and shook it towards the sky above.

Duh duh!

Countless horrible dull clashes sounded at this moment at the same time.

That piece of sky obscured the sun, making it impossible for the great master above the seven realms to instantly sweep out the dark green flames that it enveloped. With his simple count of thrusts, it turned into countless sparks rushing upwards. .

This upwardly rushing spark collided with the various flames from the succeeding talisman again, sending out a variety of explosions in the sky, and in an instant a terrifying river formed in mid-air, gathering countless people capable of destroying people. The body was easily torn into shattered flames of various colors.

These flames are indefinite, giving people the feeling of disillusionment.

The face of the old monk was also disillusioned in the flames.

At this moment, there was a short pause in his movements.

When Li Xixing brought Xin to appear in front of him, his arduous but still stagnant realm became loose, and every breath of time was in a wonderful realm of constantly breaking the realm. At this time, he was infinitely close to the realm when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling. The time and space in his mind was like being brought back to the old Changling. Many pictures that were even hard to recall, he forcibly broke into his world. .

There are countless swords and sword intents in these pictures. The clearest one is naturally Wang Jingmeng’s simple and powerful sword intents that seem to be unreasonable.

At the moment when there was a short pause in his movements, a crimson flying sword had broken through the air, and the traces of fireworks on the flying sword had been reflected on his forehead.

Ding Ning coughed slightly, his eyes naturally fell on the crimson flying sword.

The wooden staff held in the air in the old monk’s hand also naturally followed the cough, and pierced Ding Ning’s gaze.

In a very short period of time, the crimson flying sword trembles many times, changing countless different paths of thorns, and the light and shadow on the edge of the blade even rotate and knot together, just like a crimson ball of thread.

However, the old monk’s wooden staff seemed to have foreseen the next movement of the flying sword, and even the direction where the wooden staff pierced did not change, so it easily stabbed the crimson flying sword that came first.

With a pop, the true essence of the crimson flying sword shot all around, and the true essence of the master of the flying sword was forced out.

This flying sword flew upside down and pierced the left shoulder of a rider who rushed on the back of a snowy head.

The rider is throwing a spear with all his strength.

The flying sword pierced the left shoulder of the rider. The rider overturned backwards and fell to the ground. His body was instantly trampled into plasma by Xuexuan behind, but the spear in his hand was thrown out and turned away. Deeply penetrated a rider in front of him and the snow beneath him, and nailed it to the ice.

A snowy head behind was not able to close enough, and hit the snowy head nailed to the surface of the ice, making a sour bone burst, and the rider above was shot up into the sky like a stone. Flew out and encountered some flames falling from the sky, and the inside of the body burned out.

Ding Ning did not look at these pictures, his gaze fell on an empty space in front of the old monk.

The tip of the old monk’s staff also stabbed towards that place naturally.

There was a thin gray flying sword in the empty place, and it hit the old monk’s stick like a moth flying into the fire.

The thin flying sword blade was broken from it, broken into two uneven pieces, and flew out obliquely, one of which fell on a rider’s neck, and cut off the rider’s head easily.

Ding Ning still didn’t look at that place.

His gaze kept falling around the old monk’s body, and the old monk’s wooden staff fell along with his gaze.

The movement of the wooden staff is smooth and natural, and the whole body of the old monk, including the perception of thoughts, has naturally become smoother than ever before.

He grasped the sword intent used by Wang Jingmeng when he entered Changling, the easiest and fastest method of killing, but at this moment, he was still a little hard to understand, when his wooden staff fell with Ding Ning’s gaze again. When he fell everywhere, he turned his head and asked in a very respectful tone: “How can it be so fast?”

“True fastness is not just the ultimate fastness that can be achieved by the coordination between one’s own body and the true essence, but also the fastness of action itself, but also lies in conforming to the direction of the vitality of the world around us, and walking down the wind will always be faster than going against the wind.”

Ding Ning retracted his gaze, looked at his curious eyes, and said, “And the real way to follow the trend is not only to follow the direction of the heavens and the earth, but also to follow the direction of the opponent. Your quickness plus the other’s quickness, It’s really the fastest.”

The old monk had an epiphany and laughed, “It turned out to be like this.”

Ding Ning also laughed, “The cultivation method is different. Your self-cultivation method plus this sword script of the Bashan sword field makes Wang Jingmeng of the past not as fast as you.”

“Even if you are faster than you, you will never be taller. Such a sword intent, if it hadn’t reached this level of cultivation, and you had carried it like this… Otherwise, even if you know this truth, who can learn it, Who can use this kind of sword intent again?”

The old monk bowed in Changling etiquette and then turned around.

When he and Ding Ning finished this kind of conversation, and finished this kind of salute, the Xueyan who rushed closer had already fallen for the most part.

Ding Ning’s gaze no longer fell on the old monk’s surroundings.

The old monk no longer needs his strap.

Although the stabbing of the old monk’s wooden staff looks very clear and does not give people a surprisingly fast feeling, it has actually been the fastest in the world.

…

The edge of the lake at the other end.

The ghostly army has never moved.

Even when all Xueyi and the riders on Xueyi died and turned into sculptures on the ice, this army was always waiting quietly.

It wasn’t until the light of all the talismans was completely dimmed and the ice-bound lake sank into darkness again, and a lieutenant who was immediately behind the leader of the army bowed deeply to the general and said softly: “No one can resist this ascetic monk’s blow, so many people will die tonight… but it doesn’t matter, as long as you can live, General.”