The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 50
Ding Ning's eyes were also whitened by these white snowflakes.
The opponent's just blow had already broken his two ribs, and caused considerable damage to his internal organs.
He is also very clear that even if he uses real cultivation behavior from the beginning, he may not be able to kill the masked man in black.
Because the other party turned out to be a relatively rare rune in Changling.
And the other party reported the idea of quick battle and quick decision when he first shot, so the shot is a large amount of fu yuan that consumes the real yuan. This pure realm of power crushes him, making him unable to contend.
However, he is not an ordinary practitioner, and his perception of certain breaths, especially those familiar with him, is much stronger than the rune opposite him.
The indifference and calmness on his face is true indifference and calmness.
Because he is indeed waiting for an opportunity to kill this rune in close proximity.
And the opportunity is now!
Just at the moment when these white snowflakes just formed with the condensation of heaven and earth, floating on the top of his head, the edges began to be sharp but not sharp enough, a gray shadowless silent man from a masked black man The eaves beside him fell down.
The mentality of the masked man in black is controlling the snowflakes in front of him, but he is after all a strong player who has been through battles. At this moment, he keenly feels the killing intent from behind, thinking that this is once again not. Expected accident, an angry tweet came out of his mouth, and a short sword without any reflection in the night suddenly appeared in the left hand that had been caged in the sleeve of the night, and a gray figure rushing backwards stabbed .
Although it was a hasty response, but at the moment of the sword stab, a layer of strong real elements rushed out of the black short sword. With a bang, a straight sword rushed sharply from the tip of the sword Out, piercing the cold air fiercely, like this short sword turned into a thick black spear instantly.
But what made this masked man in black didn't think that the gray shadow behind him didn't evade the sword at all. Instead, he pressed the sword with his entire chest towards him, and at the same time he was extremely fierce. Jianguang also slashed toward his neck!
This masked black-faced runeman would never be afraid of this fierce and endless play on weekdays. However, he knew that he could not easily die here, so an angry growl came again from his throat, feet under his feet. Zhenyuan surged, and the whole person instantly became a fallen leaf. In a very cramped time, he fluttered gently to the side, avoiding the sneak attack behind him.
Ding Ning is already advancing!
At the same time that the rune's left-handed sword was stabbed with his backhand, his body rushed straight forward. He didn't breathe, he just held his breath and burst out all his strength as quickly as possible.
The heavy snow piece still paused in the air, not enough sharp edges at this moment, he also cut countless thin blood on his face and hands, but his movements did not pause at all. While Masked Black Rune Master floated more than ten feet like fallen leaves, he was already less than a foot away from this Rune Master.
The Masked Black Rune Master screamed loudly, his entire body skimmed towards the eaves on one side, and at the same time, his mind was concentrated again in the area between him and Ding Ning.
He already felt that he was losing control over this place. He didn't want to control the dead swordsman behind him, he just wanted to kill Ding Ning in an instant, and then leave.
Those white snow flakes vibrated again, about to turn into a terrible snowstorm.
At this moment, Ding Ning had already made a sword.
In front of him was a vigorous sword shadow, like a white wildfire burning in the dark green flame.
His man is one foot away from the masked black man, and the sword in his hand is only two feet long. With his current state, it is impossible to touch each other.
However, at this very moment, the masked black man's face had a sharp tingle in his face, and his eyes could not be opened.
When the cold chill penetrated into his flesh and blood, he reacted instantly, and Ding Ning actually slapped many snow flakes with a sword, and ejected it into his face at an amazing speed.
What made him even more chilly and unbelievable was that at the moment when his eyes could not be opened, his thoughts could not even perceive Ding Ning's existence!
In his perception, there was only the swordsman who rushed madly behind.
All the breath in Ding Ning disappeared like nothing!
A bloody gas suddenly rose from under him.
The black runemaster finally realized what he was doing, forcibly opened his eyes, and slammed with a sharp black sword in his left hand.
In the blurred vision, he saw the dark green sword remaining, stabbing diagonally into the inside of his right thigh!
His black dagger burst into a powerful sword spirit again.
However, it was too late, Sen Leng's coolness had penetrated into the bone marrow.
The dark green residual sword extremely quickly cut off several of his important blood vessels, withdrew sharply, bringing out the fountain-like blood!
The black runemaster's eyes were horrified, and the black short sword turned in his hand, chopping down to Ding Ning's head.
There was a loud bang.
Ding Ning's body flew backwards again.
The eyes of the Black Rune Master were incredibly wide.
He could not believe that Ding Ning was still alive.
He couldn't believe that Ding Ning could block his own sword to fight back under such circumstances.
It was at this time that the sword light in the gray shadow behind him had fallen behind him again.
Because of the natural gap in the realm, the sleeve of the black man's right hand was violently brushed back, and a real yuan carrying dozens of pieces of Fu Xue that was too late to form, just like a big wave slamming this one behind him. Grey Shadow's body.
puff!
A muffled sound came first.
All the clothes in this gray shadow chest were smashed by Zhenyuan.
Immediately afterwards, more than ten chirping sounds sounded.
There are more than ten narrow and long blood holes on the flesh and blood of this gray shadow, and it is faint to see that the broken white snow is melting sharply.
However, this gray shadow is unspeakable bravery.
Under such awakeness, there was only a loud mumble in his throat.
The long sword in his hand only slightly deviated from some directions, and slashed into the left shoulder of the masked black man.
The masked black man's eyes suddenly changed, and he howled like a beast at the end.
The black dagger in his left hand pierced the heart of this gray shadow. However, due to the vertigo caused by the large blood loss in the thigh and the impact of the strength of the left shoulder, his sword also deviated and penetrated the gray shadow. Shadow of the shoulder.
The gray shadow shouted loudly.
The long sword in his hand raised again, and he kept chopping off.
A sword!
Two swords!
A fluffy blood continually sprayed from the shoulders and necks of the masked black man.
The Masked Black Rune Master fell to the ground and could not stand. He was pressed down by the power of this sword.
The short sword in his left hand was raised, and the five fingers of his right hand kept shaking.
However, whether it was the dagger in his left hand or the true element between his right hand, he always had a little effort and could not reach out.
puff!
puff!
When the fifth sword fell, he finally sat down with his hands down.
The final consciousness in his mind was full of regret and incomprehensible.
Because in the plan tonight, he should not have shot at all, but seeing Ding Ning's performance, seeing that these rivers and lakes can not kill Ding Ning, he violated the order.He thought he could definitely kill Ding Ning and leave quickly, but he didn't expect this to be his own end.
He is not afraid of death, but thinking that his death may bring trouble and terrible consequences to his respected master, he regrets himself.
At the same time, what made him dying was difficult to understand...how could Ding Ning control that the breath of his body did not show any trace at that moment, and even the breath of his body disappeared?What kind of exercises is he practicing?
The last white snow flakes remaining in the air crashed apart and disappeared without a trace.
Gray Shadow didn't stop there.
He once again slashed the sword on the shoulder and neck of the rune. The true element in the rune has completely collapsed. The sword directly cut off the head of the rune and flew obliquely. Up.
Seeing such a picture, this gray shadow finally let go of the long sword in his hand, shaking, and struggling towards Ding Ning, who had fallen to the ground.
Ding Ning looked at the gray figure that came, and strongly pressed the visceral feeling of uncomfortable vomiting, and there was an unspeakable bitter smile in the corner of his mouth.
This swordsman wearing a grey shirt was the man Wang Taixu sent him to Baiyangdong before.
He didn't even specifically ask the name of the swordsman, but he had previously felt that the swordsman was just a cultivation practice in the second realm.
Unexpectedly, in this street, he and such a river and lake character, killed a rune master of the third realm!
It was at this time that he felt a strangely familiar breath approaching.
It was not until this time that he finally determined that he was safe.
Then in the darkness, he shook his head gently toward the breath.
In his heart, he really wanted to be able to rely on Changsun Qianxue's arms at this moment.
Because he was really weak, tired, and cold.
However, he knew very well that if he wanted to survive in Changling, Chang Sun Qianxue had better not even enter this street.
After shaking his head, he glanced at the remaining sword at the end of his hand and said softly in his heart that fortunately the real end was not reached.
Then he raised his head, looked at the grey shirt swordsman who came up hard, and asked, "How are you... why are you here?"
The realm of practice can be considered insignificant in Changling, but the eyes of the grey-shirt swordsman who killed a good practitioner with a combination of bravery and Ding Ning are also full of luck, but more Is shocked and admired.
"I can't die."
He drew two wounded medicines from his sleeves, handed one to Ding Ning, and then sat down next to Ding Ning, swallowed one by himself, "Mr. Taixu made me pay attention to Wutong Nearby, as far as possible to protect you and the elder Sun Qingxue comprehensive."
At the entrance of the wound medicine, there was finally a hint of warmth between the chest and abdomen. Ding Ning coughed lightly. He knew that since this gray-shirt swordsman finally appeared, then there would naturally be more people on the two floors coming to the aftermath. , He looked at the grey shirt swordsman who was also seriously injured, and slowly said: "Wang Taixu is very loyal, I let him no longer need to take care of me, he still left you here... but this way, I I owe you love, I owe you a life."
"Mr. You're polite." The gray-sword swordsman, who rarely spoke on weekdays, said softly but sincerely, "Your life was saved by yourself. I know you are a genius, but I didn't expect you to be just so many days. Has already had such a horrible swordsmanship."
"You haven't asked your name yet." Ding Ning said softly.
"Under the Jingjing Mozong." Grey Shirt Sword Master replied.
Ding Ning looked at him, "What a unique name... there is a magic word in the name, are you from the Yue Family?"
The gray-shirt swordsman Jing Mozong nodded, "My parents are all slaves of the Yue Kingdom."
The Yue State is a small border country outside the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is also a tributary country under the Great Qin Dynasty. The slaves are slaves of the nobles. With a sword.Ding Ning knew that there must be Wang Taixu's kindness in it.
"You use a sword very well, as long as you can live in Changling for a long time, you can become a strong swordsman." Ding Ning looked at him and said this seriously.
Jing Mozong was shocked.
He thought this was impossible, but he also felt that Ding Ning's tone was mixed with strange meaning.
"What might these people come from?" He turned his head to look at Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's gaze was already resting on the body of the black rune.