The Sword Dynasty

Any swordsmanship, including flying swords, will have the most reasonable response to the sword when facing the opponent's different blades and different ways of attack.

Pick, dial, stab, stab, cut, drag, knock, shock... Swords composed of a variety of ways of making swords are usually well-skilled in ordinary times, and when faced with attacks, they will naturally use the most reasonable One move to deal with, the most effective killing of the enemy, does not hinder his next sword counterattack.

However, there is a big difference between the things that the sword classics focus on. For example, the horse-cutting sword tactics and the heavy stone sword classics common in the Great Qin Army only pursue the power of one sword, and the pursuit of the wind swordsmanship pursues the absolute value of the stab. speed.Different emphasis has resulted in the simplicity and complexity of the swordsmanship recorded in various sword scriptures.

The wildfire sword sutra is a very popular sword sutra, not many people practice it, so this masked man in black sitting on a cold step doesn’t recognize it, but he can see that this swordplay focuses on many aspects, each There are five or six different changes in the sword handoffs to deal with the opponent's various offensive methods, and many subsequent changes that can bring out the succession.

This makes the swordsmanship of this sword technique extremely dense and complicated. In a small area, it seems that there is always a field of wild grass expanding, and then there is a wildfire rising at any time to hurt people.

However, extraordinarily complicated swordsmanship is sometimes not simple and straightforward, and it is not easy enough to exert power. The speed and power are very insufficient. The most important thing is that the more cumbersome it is, the harder it is to master.

Some sword tactics, regardless of the other party’s offense, just cut off with a sword, and the Wildfire Sword is faced with the sword of the other side, and when he rushes in, he may have at least five or six different coping methods. Sometimes, there are too many coping methods, but hesitate, instead thinking about which one to use, and people can not help thinking about which one to use, what kind of sword will they follow next.

At this time, the reason why Ding Ning won the masked black man's heartfelt admiration is because his sword moves without any hesitation and without any drag.

Obviously known for his defensive skills, he counterattacked the weak and complicated swordsmanship. In his hands, he even had a strong sense of fierce decisive killing.

In the news obtained by this masked man in black, this wine shop boy entered the White Sheep Cave to practice for more than 20 days. Even such a complicated sword scripture can have such an understanding, even the Minshan Jianzong The vast majority of new entry disciples at the Spiritual Void Sword Gate are probably difficult to achieve.

It's just that the more talented the teenager's performance is, the more he must die here today.

Ding Ning's lips squeezed tightly, and the residual sword in his hand cut through the throat of the person in front of him with no pity.

The man had just waved a slashing sword, and the air and blood in his throat were suddenly lost, making the person suddenly unable to breathe, and even unable to cry out, he fell forward.

Since then, six people have fallen around him.

It's just that this fierce battle is a heavy burden for his cultivation behavior and body at this time.

His breath was already burning.

In the night sky above him, suddenly more than ten stray lights appeared.

His feet slammed and exerted force again. His thin body passed through the armpit of a person in front of him like a lightning bolt. The residual sword of his right hand flicked back and cut a huge wound on the waist of the man. .

In the dark, the assassin made a beast-like cry.

Because of this sword, the movement of his entire body came to a halt.

It was this one that paused. More than ten stray lights fell, and puffed and puffed, and more than ten arrows pierced his body fiercely, bringing out more than ten blood mists.

Suddenly fell seven people in a moment, and even the dozen or so assassins at the back of the alley turned pale, and their feet were difficult to move.

"It is also said that the blood-blooded man who is used to the big scene is afraid of being killed. Even the ordinary Qin army soldiers are not as good.

The masked man in his bun stood up to himself.

At the moment when he stood up, Ding Ning felt something strange. In the dark, the masked black man's eyes began to emit a gem-like radiance, and even the skin began to show the glow of fireflies.

Ding Ning's body became a bit stiff, his heart beating violently, and he knew that a truly terrible enemy finally appeared.

At the moment when the masked man in black began to move, all the assassins who had blocked the long lane with the long penny before, except those who lay down on the ground and could no longer climb up, all backed away. .

The black-faced masked men crossed the backwards, facing Ding Ning who had stopped breathing. He sneered at the corpses around Ding Ning's body and said seriously, "If it's not a vicious way, see it with your own eyes." , I will never believe that this is from the hands of a practitioner who started to practice less than one month."

Ding Ning dropped the final flower sword in his right hand, letting the blood on the sword drip along the crack. He adjusted his breath and calmly looked at the black masked man and asked, "Who are you?"

"You definitely want to know who wants to kill you, but it's a pity that I have no comment. If these people can kill you, then I can get the same price as long as I sit there and watch." The masked man in black laughs Laugh, "I'm just the one who is responsible for killing you."

Ding Ning said nothing more, because the masked man in black had started moving again.

No matter why the other party is interested in saying these two words to himself, obviously the other party will not waste much time.

He took a deep breath and did not manage to escape, because in the face of a practitioner who had arrived in the real world, escape would only make him die faster.

The eyes of the black-faced masked man tended to be absolutely calm and murderous, and a brutal murderous spirit emanated from his body.

His pace was very stable, and the frequency seemed to be the same, but his figure was getting faster and faster. Just when the third step was lifted, his feet were completely off the ground, and the whole person flew forward.

The right hand of the black-faced masked man slightly moved, and a violent world spirit flowed from his body, so that his entire sleeve seemed to burst, but in the next moment, nothing appeared in his hand. The reflection of the sword.

With his hands empty, he saw no sword on his waist and no sword on his back.

A thin piece of yellow paper flew from his sleeve.

Seeing such a light yellow paper, Ding Ning's eyes suddenly squinted, a chill came from the bottom of his heart, his feet were wrong, the whole body receded as fast as possible, At the same time, the remnant sword in his hand continued to slap, slamming forward sharply, exhausting the air in front as much as possible.

Countless dark green horizontal swords and sword shadows are like rows of weeds in front of him.

The thin yellow paper that flew out of the black masked man's sleeve snorted softly in the air and spread into countless tiny ashes.

These ashes spread out, and the trajectory brought out by the true elements contained in them was burning violently in an instant, instantly forming a horrible fire group with a diameter of a few.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, his left hand also fell on the hilt, and at this instant he shot another sword shadow.

There was a loud bang.

The cold streets are full of endless dryness, and countless scattered flames fly a few feet away in the air, and they completely disappear strangely.

Ding Ning's whole person flew out behind the cracked fire.

There were countless dark holes in the outer robe of Aries Cave on his body, and even a few burn marks appeared on the immature face.

The tiger's mouth in his hands was all torn, and blood ran down the hilt.

However, there was no expression of fright on his face.

Looking at Ding Ning, still holding the sword in his hand, the masked black-haired man frowned slightly.

This blow did not directly kill Ding Ning, which exceeded his maximum estimate.

He didn't want any more accidents at this moment, so he took a deep breath and the real element in his body poured out again.

In his right hand sleeve, a piece of yellow paper flew out again.

This thin piece of yellow paper did not appear to be as weightless as the first piece of yellow paper, nor did it disappear directly. On the contrary, this piece of yellow paper fell like a very heavy brick, and fell hard in front of it. On the ground.

A mumble.

Dozens of bluestones on the ground suddenly cracked, and the underground soil exploded. Every piece of bluestone and mud was injected with heaven and earth, and they became extremely heavy, and they all jumped up and pressed towards Ding Ning.

The remnant sword in Ding Ning's hand turned into a sword shadow again.

Picking, cutting, chopping, chopping... A variety of swords are used to form a dense sword in front of him.

Countless dull sounds sounded.

He stepped back more than ten times.

A broken bluestone hit his ribs heavily.

With a puff, a gulp of blood poured out of his mouth.

The eyes of the masked black-haired man suddenly narrowed, and the light of surprise and shock flashed again in his eyes.

Ding Ning was just injured, and he was able to survive this blow!

"You can't do it anymore...what are you waiting for...this persistence will only make you more painful before you die."

The complex emotions produced by this accident caused the masked black-haired man's right hand to pinch a piece of yellow rune paper again, and could not help sighing softly.

Ding Ning remained silent.

He just took a deep breath and raised his sword with his eyebrows.

The coldness between the eyebrows of the masked black-haired man made his eyebrows seem to be stained with hoarfrost.

He sighed, and the true element and the heaven and earth vitality erupted in his hand, blowing out this rune paper in his hand.

The rune disappeared without a trace when he flew out of his sleeve.

Then snow fell in front of him.

Pieces of white snowflakes formed in the air.

The edge of each snowflake has become more and more sharp.