The Sword Dynasty

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the hoarfrost covered with dry vines has become thicker and thicker like snow.

In a stone room in the Qingteng Jianyuan, Nangong Cai Shu sat down with her head hanging slightly.

Countless invisible heaven and earth vitality fluttered around her, and many heaven and earth vitality fell on her, penetrated into her clothes, and fell on her skin.

This is what happens when anyone sits quietly. Even if it is not a practitioner, the ubiquitous spirit of the world is always filled around the body.

However, this night seemed to have some unexpected changes.

When the invisible heaven and earth vitality fell on her skin, inexplicably flashing many tiny light stars, exuding a lustrous luster.

The whole body of Nangong Cai Shu puts the Buddha into jade.

However, she had fallen asleep during the practice, and the true energy in her body was still, like an absolutely quiet pond, so she could not see such a picture, nor did she know what kind of changes were taking place.

She didn't wake up until the sky began to shine, there were birds flying in the distance between the vines, and a lot of hoarfrost fell like snow.

The moment she woke up, she didn't feel any obvious change.

It was not until she used to urge true qi and move qi and blood to make her whole body more sober, she felt that her true qi became completely different from the past.

It seems that there are countless water droplets in the true qi, so that all the true qi becomes sticky and becomes a strange liquid.

She froze.

Then she began to get excited, as never before.

She knew what was happening, but she didn't expect that she would complete this step in her sleep.

She has broken through.

In the deep sleep, she entered the third real realm from the second realm of Qi.

She sat in excitement for a long time, and then she jumped up, did not immediately realize the difference between Zhenyuan and Qi, did not immediately realize her new realm, but arrived at her desk immediately, Then I rubbed the ink at the fastest speed, but raised the pen very seriously and began to write letters.

"Father, I have succeeded in breaking through the borders. The speed of my practice is among the students of this year in the Ivy Sword Academy. It can be ranked third... It’s cold and I pay attention to the clothes... Also, the last time I asked my father to find something that can improve my cultivation. Elixir, I don’t know if there is any eyebrow, if it is possible, can it be stepped up."

She was not fond of nonsense, and she was here to prepare to put a pen on her seal. However, thinking of Ding Ning’s physical condition, Ding Ning did not have so much time in the future, she could only focus on the past, and she hesitated a little, the tip of the pen trembling slightly Then she added: "Because it is only used for trading, not for personal use, so as long as the effect of improving cultivation for entry is good, even if there are more adverse effects on the body in the future, it does not matter."

After writing this letter, it was sealed carefully. Before she began to realize the difference between the Real Yuan Realm and the Qi Refining Realm, she couldn't help but glanced in the direction of Baiyang Cave outside the window and muttered: "So many days In the past, I don’t know how your cultivation practice entered the world...the sword sacrifice trial, but it is getting closer and closer."

For this straight-hearted and chivalrous girl, if the panacea requested in her mind is only used for trading, then she hopes to trade only Ding Ning's friendship.

...

Nangong Caishu's letterhead began to pass on the road.

Another night, Ding Ning walked out of the mountain entrance of Baiyang Cave and, as usual, entered the carriage waiting at the mountain entrance.

In the dark and bumpy carriage, Ding Ning's hand once again stroked the dark green residual sword across his lap that was hanging on his waist in the weekdays.

Even though it has been more than half a month since Li Daoji brought this sword to him, there is still only time left to count the number of fingers while holding the sacred sword trial at the Ivy Sword Academy. When this dark green sword left, his heart would still feel different.

This sword is called "End Flower".

In fact, the original name of this sword was "Jasmine", because after the sword from Bashan Sword Field poured into the body of the sword, the light on the sword would light up like countless bright jasmine flowers .

This was originally a very beautiful and charming sword.

It's just that when the master before this sword used this sword, every time he made the sword, it was full of sternness with no room for maneuver. Each sword is like the last sword he can pierce. Swords are like his final destination. Every sword flower is like a flower that can't see tomorrow.

In the hands of masters with different temperaments, swords become different swords with different destinies.

It is precisely because the sword master's temperament is straight, horizontal is horizontal, and there is no room for maneuver, so this sword will eventually become such a residual sword.

At the moment, the emergence of such a sword reminded Ding Ning that he had so many debts and debts that must be recovered.

The carriage drove through the night, entered the Changling Mausoleum without walls, and drove into straight streets.

However, it is more bumpy in straight streets than in mountain roads.

After a few strange sounds sounded from under the car, and the car had some strange swings, the carriage stopped slowly. The middle-aged man who rushed to the car explained to Ding Ning in the car apologetically: "Xu was the last axle. The repairs were not very good, and because I was always in a hurry, something went wrong."

Ding Ning asked two sentences so late that you can still find a place to repair the car. After tomorrow’s morning, if there is no problem with the car, if you look at it, it is not far away from Wutongluo. Yui then rented a carriage nearby to send him to Wutongluo, let him repair the car by himself, and then walked towards Wutongluo.

Some streets and lanes outside Wutongluo are also ordinary houses. These residents who have worked hard during the day have fallen asleep at the moment, and occasionally a faint lantern light shakes in the bleak autumn wind.

Such a situation is very familiar to Ding Ning, and even the bleak autumn wind can't arouse more emotions for him, but after walking through a dark alleyway, his brows suddenly frowned deeply.

He looked up toward the roof on the left side of the front, and the strong intuition that ordinary practitioners did not have made his spirit instantly concentrated to the extreme.

At the moment when he looked up, several slight murmurs suddenly sounded in the dead streets.

More than ten arrows were intentionally ground down to reduce the broken sound of crossbow arrows, with a stern killing intention, spilled from the roof.

Ding Ning's face was suddenly cold, and his body fell quickly, swiftly flashing under the eaves on one side, and extremely simple flashed all the arrows in this round.

Ding Ding Ding... There was a dense explosion, and an empty crossbow arrow jumped on the ground like a broken dry grass.

A clutter of footsteps also sounded.

In the streets behind him, a dozen or twenty figures flashed.

These dozens of silhouettes all have cold light on their backs, but in their hands, they all hold a sharp penny that is several feet long.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures also appeared in the alley in front of him, carrying the same sharp weapon and holding a sharpened penny in his hand.

Ding Ning's face has not changed.

But he took a deep breath and held the dark green sword in his right hand.

He didn't know what the origin of these people was, but these people were obviously very experienced and absolutely impossible to show mercy.

There is a certain distance to gather the sycamore fall here. Chang Sun Qianxue cannot quickly find out that he is fighting here, and he cannot come in time.

So here is also very likely his end.

He glanced at the end of the darkness, and even every fissure was extremely straight, extending toward the hilt, without the slightest turn or detour, and began to run wildly.

His thin body immediately pressed against the eaves and turned into a sharp black wind.

In the alley in front of him, the foremost four or five people saw his amazing speed and the reflection of the remnant sword in his hand for the first time. These people didn't seem to think that the object they were assassinating had such strength. They were all a little afraid, but at the next moment, they were still welcoming them, making room for the people behind them.

Most of the more than ten root sharpened pennys did not directly pierce Ding Ning's body, but staggered around Ding Ning's body.

These criss-crossed pennys are like the simplest rune between heaven and earth, instantly dividing the area around Ding Ning into countless small pieces.

However, only a few of these people feel light in their hands.

The penny in their hands was cut off instantly.

Most of the pennies are still staggered, but in front of Ding Ning, there is always a straight passage.

There is no pause at all in his rushing body!

In the darkness, a braided man in his thirties who was at the forefront suddenly uttered a wail.

Ding Ning's body burst into his arms like a raccoon cat, and the dark green residual sword in his hand instantly went in and out of his abdomen several times.

The hot blood of the gorilla squirted on the ground, and a pale sword light turned on.

An assassin beside the man reacted, ignoring the braided man who was bound to die, and swept straight forward with a sword.

However, there was a snort, like a mess of weeds forming in front of his eyes, forming a grassland.

The man stepped back in shock.

In front of him, the sword force of this slender young man was so dense and complicated that he felt that he couldn't stop the spread of the other's sword, even if it was just a two-foot residual sword.

It was at this moment that he suddenly felt his wrists cold.

Only then did he realize that the sneering noise of Fang Cai was from his wrist.

Then his eyes widened in horror, and he saw his palms and wrists with swords come off, spewing a wave of blood.

There was no emotional change in Ding Ning's eyes.

His body was like a squeeze, crossing the side of the man with a broken wrist. The sword image of the dark green residual sword in his hand spread forward in countless messy thatch, swept across the abdomen of the two assassins in front.

Puff puff... two groups of blood swell in the bleak autumn wind.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

"Such complicated swordsmanship... this young man is really good."

In a street behind these assassins who had fallen into fright, on a step under the eaves, a masked man in black with a bun was sitting, watching the blood and the blood spreading in the air. Dark green sword shadow, he frowned slightly, issued a sincere admiration.