The Sword Dynasty

Ding Ning walked across the cable bridge swaying in the wind, and walked towards the three grass cottages hidden in the mountain cracks.

Before killing Song Shenshu, he once said to Chang Sun Qingxue, "There is no difference under the four realms."

However, even if it can really beat the opponent across the border, I am afraid it will have to pay a great price.

It's fine today, looking in the direction of Changling, the sky can't tell the transparency.

Looking back at Changling on the way when I came, the entire male city seemed to be peaceful without disputes. However, under this seemingly calm, countless intrigues and no blood fighting, it was the same as the vitality between this world and the earth. Incomparably chaotic lines are entangled.

As long as you enter such a game, even the smallest pawn will not be spared. It will surely be rolled into countless nets, and it is absolutely impossible to stay out.

This is the reason why in his plan, it was necessary to show some qualities until the third realm of real Yuan before he managed to enter the sect that was eligible to participate in the Minshan Jianzong trial.

Even if he repairs the strongest "nine dead silkworms" in the world, he is too weak, like the young silkworms under the mulberry leaves in the silkworm, to even be exposed to the sun.

In his plan, he needs more patience.

However, Chang Sun Qingxue was right. After killing Song Shenshu and getting so much information from Song Shenshu, he was uneasy.

Since he had already taken the first step, he had no choice, and he could not think about the dangers and difficulties.

He can only care about what is happening.

He clenched his fists in silence, then let go, making his mood completely calm again, walked across the cable bridge, then pushed open the wooden door on the far left, and got on the special futon.

He closed his eyes, and a long-lost aura passed slowly through the futon under him, slowly entering his body.

He directly entered Vipassana at a speed that ordinary practitioners could not understand.

Driven by his thoughts, the five qi in his body slowly flowed into the sea of ​​qi.

Deep below the Qihai, there is a crystal clear space, like a palace made of jade under the sea.

This is what the practitioners call the jade palace.

As long as he can sink the five qi into the jade palace, he has already reached Tongxuan Zhongpin's cultivation practice.

For Ding Ning, as long as he is willing, he can still sink his five energy into the jade palace in half a day, breaking through to the first realm of middle class.

Because his jade palace already exists, there is no need to re-sensitize. All he has to do is follow the five-qi flow route of "Cut Three Corpses Without Self-Destructive Nerve Nerve", and slowly let the five qi that have been transformed by this kind of practice, Slowly infiltrate your own Qihai and Jade Palace, let your Qihai and Jade Palace also undergo a certain degree of transformation.

It was just too fast, and it was too shocking, so when talking to Nangong Caishu, he had already decided that it would take one month to break from the first to the second.

He took a deep breath.

There was a sudden change in the originally calm body. It seemed that countless tiny young silkworms suddenly appeared in his body, and he began to devour the aura in his body.

In just a moment, his body seemed to turn into extremely dry land.

He controlled carefully.

Don't let his body make that kind of sound of tens of thousands of silkworms biting, under his control, a small part of the aura was not swallowed by these young silkworms, and slowly integrated into the five qi of his body.

...

The figure of Li Daoji appeared at the door of this cottage.

He stood still, letting his perception pass through the thin door panel and fall around Ding Ning.

Ding Ning has deliberately slowed down the speed of his cultivation base, but even so, when his five qi settled in the sea of ​​Qi, the occasional sigh of breath has also caused Li Daoji's eyebrows to tremble slightly at this moment. stand up.

Thinking of the sword that the ridiculous branch showed before, more strange flames appeared in his eyes.

He turned and moved towards the mountain gate of Baiyang Cave.

Outside the mountain gate of Baiyang Cave, a carriage has been parked, a carriage that can run very fast.

Li Daoji's sword is very long. When he entered the carriage, he raised the sword in his hand and then laid it in front of him.

The hilt glowed slightly in front of him, and he leaned against the cushion in the carriage, closing his eyes, as if asleep.

The carriage drove on the road, but it drove to a place that Ding Ning knew very well-Chengdong Fish Market.

The carriage finally stopped at an entrance to the fish market.

Li Daoji left the carriage in silence and walked slowly into the fish market.

Although the weather is fine, under the cover of the overlapping roofs, most places deep in the fish market are still dark and wet, and the lanterns are lit like ghost fires.

Li Daoji was very unfamiliar with the road of the fish market. He walked slowly in the dark and wet streets for half an hour, and even after asking several people in the shop, he finally entered the bottom of the fish market. Walking into a ditto with no signboard and no lights inside.

Li Daoji's eyes have been completely adapted to this darkness, so when he walked into this stilted building and saw the man in the hair sitting on the couch, he knew that he didn't find the wrong place in the end, and the man was still in the fish market Alive.

"I want to buy a sword."

Li Daoji looked at the man with hair in the dark glowing eyes and said, "I remember you have a remnant sword here."

The man with the hair looked coldly at Li Daoji, and said indifferently: "Your luck is good, this sword is still there."

After saying this, the man with the hair was slowly moved away.

The man with the hair draped was covered with a blanket on his lower body. Until this time, the person who entered the hanging house would see that he had no feet.

His legs were broken at his knees.

It's just that Li Daoji seems to have known it for a long time, so his eyes didn't stay on the man's feet, but fell under the removed blanket.

Under the blanket is a large black iron sword box.

The man with the hair opened the sword box, flipped a few times inside, took out a dark green broken sword, and threw it directly to Li Daoji.

Li Daoji reached out his hand and held the broken sword firmly.

This is a real remnant sword that is two feet long. The body of the sword is only two fingers wide. The tip of the sword is completely cut off by a terrifying force, and even the remaining two feet long sword , Are covered with dozens of slender cracks.

It's just that the material of this sword is a little special. Although the dark green sword body is also some kind of metal, it has natural threads like some crystals and wood, so all the cracks are not horizontal, they are along the sword. Body, extending towards the hilt.

Li Daoji nodded his head and saw that there were some pieces of cloth for bundling things in the case in front of the man with a hair. He pulled a few pieces at random, wrapped the residual sword, tied it to his back, and then took out a money. The bag was thrown to the man with the hair.

The man with the hair closed his sword box and looked at Li Daoji who turned and walked out. A strange sneer suddenly appeared on his face. Understand, what makes you remember this remnant sword that is not useful to you. Is it worth it if you lose your life for such a remnant sword?"

Li Daoji didn't say anything, he just walked out of this suspended building silently and walked toward the direction where his carriage was parked.

A man wearing crimson cotton robes didn't know when he appeared behind him.

This man is about the same age as Li Daoji. There is a long and narrow sword mark on his left face. Behind him, there is a large and thick sword. The black scabbard is three times as wide as an ordinary long sword. The quaint bronze hilt is also at least two or three times larger than the average hilt.

This man has been following Li Daoji, and kept a few feet away from Li Daoji. Under such distance, Li Daoji can't fail to find out.

However, neither Li Daoji nor this man made any special statement. Until Li Daoji walked out of the fish market, the two talents almost stopped.

"I told you a long time ago, as long as you dare to go out of the Aries Cave, I will kill you." The man in the crimson cotton robe stood at the entrance of the fish market, watching the carriage turn slowly Li Daoji said very coldly.

Li Daoji glanced at the man, still not talking, but his right hand fell on the hilt slightly glowing red.

The corner of the red robe man's lips slightly raised, and a playful expression appeared on his face.

The fish market has its own rules for the fish market. Even he dare not ignore the rules, but now that the fish market is out, there is no need to worry about it.

So at the moment when the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he had already shot.

His body didn't have any obvious movements at all, he didn't pull out the huge sword on his back, but his half of the body burst into a breath of terror, and a surging true element gathered amazing world energy. It poured into the sleeve of his right arm like a storm.

A wailing howling suddenly sounded in the calm air.

A thin silver-white sword flew out of his sleeve with an extremely terrible murderous intention, and brought out countless white eddies.

Originally, many people around this place have discovered the anomaly of this man in red robe and Li Daoji. Some people even approached a little excitedly. However, when they heard such a howling at the moment, these people were suddenly terrified. Retreat.

Because this is a flying sword!

Only a monk who has reached the Fifth Realm of God's mind can cultivate a flying sword.

A large number of thoughts, true elements, and heaven and earth vitality gathered on the flying sword, while bringing a terrifying speed to the seemingly thin and light sword, naturally brought terrible destructive power.

In the battle of practitioners of this level, an out-of-control flying sword may pierce more than ten courtyard walls in an instant, and unfortunately those who have been cut, even if they are not dead, have at least something cut off from their bodies.

Li Daoji's pupils contracted sharply, and the depth of the pupils was filled with the silver sword and the air behind him, but his face was still calm and abnormal.

Faced with this flying sword flying towards his forehead, his right hand was swung at an alarming speed, and Zheng screamed crisply. The red sword handle was connected with a slender pure black sword body. It seems that the color impact is unusually strong, and the moment the sword body and scabbard are detached, it turns into a terrifying and accurate cut to the silver-white flying sword.