The Sword Dynasty

This is not a threat, but a pure statement of fact. Unless it is a practitioner above the Seven Realms, unless it is an assassination that escapes with a single blow, any practitioner in the Five Realms and Six Realms who stays here will absolutely not May come to Changling.

Although Changling has no city walls, it is more terrible than almost all city walls with walls.

However, the young man in yellow robe didn't have the slightest panic and anxiety. Instead, he looked at the distant turret and the sky with calmness and contentment, and said, "We never thought of escaping here. The time that will allow us to complete our mission, you must understand by now, the reason why we are all doing this is because it can not attract the attention of the spectators on the corner tower so quickly."

Qiu Zaixing's brow frowned slightly and subconsciously spit out two words: "Dead."

There was even a smile on the face of the young man in Huangpao, and he said slowly: "It is worthwhile to exchange our lives for these young people's lives."

His smile is sincere, but in fact it is cruel and tragic.

Qiu Zaixing raised his eyebrows slowly and said indifferently: "Any dead man is a victim of conspiracy. I just want to know what you want to do to delay the time so deliberately?"

At this time, the two flying swords were still entangled on the eaves, and the sword gas shattered countless roof tiles. At this time, the young man in Huangpao's leisurely speech was indeed delaying time.

The young man in Huangpao still just smiled slightly and said, "I'm delaying time, waiting for now."

At the same time as this sentence was exported, he opened the paper fan in his hand.

When the paper fan opened, it wasn't the fan surface with delicate patterns, but more than ten yellow runes.

At the same time, all the accumulated power in the body of the young man in the yellow robe spewed out at this instant and poured into these ten or more runes.

Because the surge was too violent, the skin of the young man in the yellow robe even infiltrated countless drops of essential blood, spreading out like peach blossoms in the air, and the young man in the yellow robe except for his fanatic eyes However, his body was like a withered flower, and he instantly lost his energy.

Qiu Zaixing suddenly changed color and shouted, "Rune Master!"

Zhang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.

Changling is almost no good at Fu Dao.

The material of rune paper alone, the allocation of rune ink, is like alchemy. It has to go through countless processes, and the runes on rune paper are also a profound knowledge.Only during the Dayan Dynasty, which is the furthest away from the Great Qin Dynasty and is rich in silver candle grass and Molong Chan, which is suitable for refining rune paper and ink materials, many sects used for the practice and fighting of the symbols were naturally formed.

In particular, this one-time method of casting more than a dozen runes seems to be possible only by some powerful sect practitioners of the Dayan Dynasty!

In Qiu Zaixing's vigorous applause, more than ten sheets of thin runes have disappeared, turning into a tremendous rush of heaven and earth.

On the ground beneath him, suddenly countless small storms rolled up, like countless transparent ropes, tied tightly to his body.

The power of terror continues to infiltrate his body.

Qiu Zaixing's face instantly turned red.

A sound of gold-iron trembling sounded from his body, his whole body exuded a bitter sword, and the whole person seemed to become a big sword.

However, his face changed again.

The strength of this young man in yellow robe was so fierce at the moment, he couldn't get rid of it at all.

Almost subconsciously, his thoughts swept away behind him.

In the shadow behind him, a gray-black flying sword floated like a ghost.

The reason why it floats out is that this flying sword, which is similar in color to the mosquito's legs, has no pyrotechnics. Not only does it not even have the slightest vitality and sword qi, it even has no wind and noise.

Even if it appeared in Qiu Zaixing's perception now, he couldn't even feel where the flying sword came from and where the owner of the flying sword was.

Any flying sword has the power of thought and the strength of heaven and earth, and it is just like a puppet controlled by wire. However, this flying sword is just like a puppet that is offline and walking freely.

The waiting of the young man in the yellow robe is just waiting for the flying sword to reach his side.

All the power of these runes is just to make him unable to move and avoid this flying sword.

His power is far greater than everyone in this room. With him in front of the car, even if there are more flying swords on the eaves, it is impossible to really threaten the people in the car, but these dead men are obviously not in him. Only after he shot did he know his identity!

These dead men have obviously made an accurate estimate of his strength, and designed such a blow from the beginning!

At this time, it is reasonable to have at least two flying swords to save his danger, but now none of them appear.

This only shows that the two powerful people who secretly protect this carriage as they have been solved.

Qiu Zaixing's heart was too cold to describe with words at this moment.

Not because of his own imminent death, but because he couldn't imagine what would happen if the people in the carriage were assassinated here today.

Without flying sword, it is impossible to keep up with the speed of flying sword.

The flying sword on the eaves had also felt the crisis of Qiu Zaixing at this time, but was suppressed by the flying sword that became more fierce and could not be recovered.

Seeing that the gray-black flying sword flew towards Qiu Zaixing's back, Qiu Zaixing could hardly get rid of the fate of being cut through the chest with a sword.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning let go of Zhang Yi's sleeve and took a step forward to the left side.

He raised his left hand.

With a snort, a black sword light rushed out of his fingertips and turned into a black meteor at an alarming speed, right in the middle of the gray-black flying sword.

With a slap and a shattering sound, the black sword light was directly broken into dozens of pieces. The gray and black flying sword that flew silently was also smashed into the air for more than ten feet, even penetrating the face. Paved the backyard wall and flew out.

There were dozens of black fragments spattered on Qiu Zaixing's back. The cold air poured into his body like countless ice needles. The hair behind his head was instantly covered with strange blue frost.

His body was colder, but a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

With a sound of Zheng, he agitated the real element more violently, arguing with the invisible rope bound to his body.

The young man in the yellow robe looked at Ding Ning who was shot with disbelief, angrily, and a sip of blood spewed out of his mouth again.

In the distant streets, there were faint cries of exclamation.

The mood of all the people involved in this assassination was shocked.

No one thought that Ding Ning could stop such a killing sword.

Ding Ning's heart did not have any rejoicing in Yi Jian's temporary solution to the reign of Qiu Zaixing.

Because this is obviously flying swordsmanship from the "Fly Pond" of the Daqi Dynasty. Even if he felt the position of some practitioners at this time, he could not even feel where this sword practitioner was lurking.

If it is impossible to kill this practitioner, this silent flying sword is still a deadly threat to everyone in this street.

At this time, there was no way to perceive the position of the practitioner, only to force him to make a more stern shot.

Only when the strength of the sword is more intense, can he perceive where the practitioner is.

"Brother, kill that runemaster!"

So Ding Ning shouted loudly, holding the end sword of Mohua in his hand, and then hurried towards the autumn again.

The crackling sound of "chi".

It seemed that the Jinpao was suddenly torn, and there was once again a trace of a flying sword sharply breaking into the cold air full of murderous intentions.

A silver and light flying sword fell from the distant building toward Ding Ning's head.

Looking at another flying sword, Zhang Yi, who was already so pale, how dare her mother-in-law, plus Ding Ningli drinking with a bitterness that he could not refuse, he also took a step forward and flew out at the same time. , The long sword in his hand had already thrust into the sky above.

Wetness fills the whole street.

In the sky above the Sycamore Falls, countless crystal rain lines appeared again, and countless small swords fell.

at the same time.

The silvery white flying sword was close to Ding Ning's body.

There was a repressed exclamation in the carriage.

The light and thin flying sword that fell like a arrow fell sharply, and the incredible flat flying Xu Xu fell behind Ding Ning and accelerated again.

Ding Ning made the sword.

The remaining sword in his hand swayed back.

A white sword light provoked up like an horn.

With a pop, the widest and thickest part of Aries horn happened to resist this flying sword.

Feijian cuts hard, cutting off the sword-like qi of the Aries, and still slashing towards Ding Ning's body.

However, the tendency of Ding Ning's hand to pick the end of the sword was not exhausted, and the tip of the remaining sword was extremely accurate.

With a stern sip, this handle was consumed a lot of power, and in the future, the flying sword that had a stronger force penetrated, was suddenly picked up and flew over Ding Ning's head.

Numerous rain lines fell on Huangpao Youth at this time.

The young man in the yellow robe had exhausted all the real elements, and was unable to stop it at this time.

Puff Puff Puff Puff...

The clothes on his body were shattered and covered with countless tiny blood holes, and the whole body could no longer stand and fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat.

Such a picture appeared at the same time, and the two young people Wu Tongluo can be said to be surprising and shocking, making Qiu Zaixing almost ecstatic and shouting.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning's side, in the ditch under the rain eaves, silently floated a strange color, it was the gray-black flying sword.

Ding Ning has just tried his best to block another flying sword's blow, and this flying sword is here again...how could he be able to stop it?

Seeing that the wine shop boy who had just saved himself once was about to die, Qiu Zaixing's ecstatic yelling instantly turned into a roar of extremely angry anger.

His body shook extremely violently in an instant.

Countless layers of power are constantly impacting, like a sword and scabbard violently rubbing.

He was bleeding from his mouth and nose.

However, the invisible vitality rope cast at the cost of the life of the young man in yellow robe was extremely powerful. Even so, it only implicitly made a cracking sound, and did not completely disintegrate immediately.

Ding Ning's eyes were calm and abnormal at this time.

The remnant sword in his right hand was still moving upwards, but his left hand was already pointing to the gray-black flying sword.

Snorted.

Then there was another crackling and squeaking noise, and the lonely sword flying from his fingertips again cut the flying sword, and flew it out again.