The Sword Dynasty

Ding Ning Huo Ran turned around.

He once again confirmed the idea of ​​this "fly pond" practitioner.

The goal of this "fly pond" practitioner is that all the young people in this street, in a situation where it is difficult to kill him, this "fly pond" practitioner does not have any obsession, but Want to kill Shen Yi who is the easiest to kill in his eyes in an instant.

It's just that this "Fly Pool" practitioner has ignored Xue Wangxu's existence. He ignored Xue Wangxu. Even if he is weaker than a normal old man, he is a great practitioner above the Seven Realms!

The gray-black sword was silently assassinating the sword at this time. The sword itself did not carry much power. It was rushed by Shen Yi and suddenly flew out of the window.

The gray-black sword body is particularly conspicuous in the extremely dazzling pure light.

These dazzling and pure lights seem to have a natural effect on the vitality flowing on this gray-black sword. At this time, the black-black sword's sword melted like black oil, and the sound of the zigzag continued. A plume of green smoke came out.

From the beginning, Ding Ning felt that these deceased would not let go of any practitioners in this street, except for their grandson Qianxue, who they did not know, so he did not conceal his strength and continued to play at critical moments. The role is to attract the attention of these practitioners, but this "fly pool" practitioner, whether it is cultivation or mentality, far exceeds his expectations, and still does something beyond his control.

The assassin is always more active than the passive defender.

But this time the "fly pond" practitioner again miscalculated, but it gave him the opportunity to completely reverse the situation.

He Huo Ran turned around, his left fingertip glowed with black light, everyone thought he would shoot this gray-black sword that was prominent in the bright light, even the gray-black flying sword had a trace of fear, If you regain your spirits like life, flash up.

But what everyone didn't think of was, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." A tingling numbness, a black sword light after another, but rushed out of the backhand, all shot towards the handle and circled innumerable shadows Light green sword.

The light green sword just wanted to entangle Qiu Zaixing beside the carriage, and the sword shadow trembled. Even Qiu Zaixing could not accurately grasp which sword shadow the real sword body was in, and did not dare to shoot at will.At this time, Ding Ning shot his back against this light green sword, and it was naturally impossible to hit accurately.

However, the dozen or so black sword lights shot one after another, but with amazing chill, penetrated countless light green afterimages, and instantly pushed the light green sword out of his body.

Qiu Zaixing's eyes were burning.

The practitioner in the distance screamed loudly and felt the most critical juncture. The blade of the light green sword oscillated almost to burst.

However, it is too late.

Qiu Zaixing's double fists hit again.

Two horrible transparent sword spirits once again synthesize a large sword, puncturing a distance of more than ten feet instantly, slashing heavily on this light green sword.

The light green sword is like a desperate whine, and it loses its strength instantly, like a piece of scrap iron flying out, falling somewhere.

The deceived gray-black sword was furious, and the black gas on the sword was violently violent. It turned out to be dozens of black fly-like things in the shape of the sword, and it fell straight towards Ding Ning in a straight line. to.

Ding Ning's face became very dignified.

A sword symbol was completed in front of him.

A large river greeted the gray-black sword.

The strength of his sword is too far away from the strength of this "fly pond" practitioner, and Dajiang is directly penetrated.

However, he just wanted to fight for the instantaneous time, so that the gray and black sword that had already flowed out of despair at this moment became slightly slower, so as to ensure that his next cold sword could hit.

A "cheep" sounded softly.

There was some blood on his fingertips, and the black sword transformed by the chip-like condensed cold energy hit the tip of the gray-black sword accurately.

The little black sword instantly cracked into countless black fragments, spreading into layers of cold air.

The gloomy gray-black sword was like a small boat in the rapids, but was suddenly hit by a wave facing him, and took a slight pause in the air.

Only this meal, Ding Ning's remaining four or five silent swords all flew out, one after another hit the gray-black flying sword.

Feijian's blade bent slightly unwillingly, and was rushed back several feet.

Ding Ning took a deep breath.

At this time he had exhausted his strength, and he could no longer withstand any blow of the gray-black flying sword.

Next, you can only watch Qiu Zaixing.

Qiu Zaixing's eyes were full of tension and worry when the gray-black flying sword changed from smokeless to extremely violent, but when Ding Ning's first silent sword hit the gray-black flying sword, his whole body He relaxed.

He knew that the overall situation was set.

The more relaxed, the more authentic his heart flows.

The comfort in his heart is also difficult to describe with words.

He laughed wildly, stretched out his hand, and directly grabbed the edge of the carriage. His feet exploded violently. He dragged the carriage with one hand and flew up, straight down the center of the street.

The wind was overflowing, and most of the noodles collapsed behind him.

The gray-black flying sword stagnate slightly in the air, and no longer flew like anyone else.

Outside the two streets, the owner of the gray-black flying sword, the man in ragged clothes like a beggar, shook his head and flew up, only two ups and downs, then crossed the two streets and appeared in the collapsed noodle shop Forward.

This is a man in his forties. His face is black and oily. The facial features are ordinary, leaving no impression, but at the moment his hands are flowing with a black fireworks-like vitality.

He looked at Ding Ning sadly and sighed in a low voice: "How could you be so calm?"

No one had time to speak before the court. With a clatter, the courtyard wall of a shop was broken again.

A long-bearded practitioner wearing a cyan gown walked out of the hole with difficulty, holding an empty white jade scabbard in his hand. He looked more than thirty years old and graceful.

However, at the moment, his skin was constantly bleeding, when he just walked out of the hole in the courtyard wall, his shirt looked clean, but after only three steps, his shirt was soaked with blood and became Blood robe.

"What kind of sword-and-gang technique are you?

The practitioner squeezed his eyes so that no blood drops would fall into his eyes, so that he could see Ding Ning's face.

This practitioner is the owner of the light green sword. He ignored the injury and Qiu Zaixing's struggle for a long time. In addition, Qiu Zaixing finally broke his flying sword. His injury was already extremely serious.At this time, everyone felt that the reason why he appeared here was that he wanted to see Ding Ning before he died.

"Even a trained swordsman who specializes in flying swords can't be as accurate as you... I originally thought that we could rewrite the history books, but I didn't expect to miscalculate you."

The practitioner, with regret, looked at Ding Ning with a trace of admiration, and he could no longer support him, and fell to the ground.

There was a moment of silence in the field.

Everyone can understand the emotions of him and that "fly pond" practitioner at this time.

Even if others have mastered the same method of star condensing as Ding Ning, they can play such a black sword light, but under such circumstances, in the face of the oppression of the flying sword, who can be so calm?

As long as there is a slight trace of confusion and mood swings, as long as one hit does not hit, the entire battle situation may be rewritten.

Ding Ning never made a mistake.

This is where he and the "fly pond" practitioner were most moved and shocked.

"Changling is really a place where true dragons are born. From generation to generation, amazing children are emerging one after another. I just want to remove these few, but I still underestimated..."

The beggar-like "fly pond" practitioner deeply sighed.

"It's almost time."

He felt the faint smell of air in the surrounding air, and bowed to Qiu again and saluted, saying: "This last sword, I want to see Mr. Qiu's soulless sword."

Qiu Zaixing understood the meaning of this "fly pond" practitioner, and his face became solemn and abnormal.

In the next moment, the real element in his body surged outward, but countless heaven and earth vitality came, gathered in his right hand.

His right hand turned bronze.

The qi and blood in his body also seemed to be burning, and a terrible force erupted in every inch of flesh and blood.

In just one step, he came to this "fly pond" practitioner.

His right hand is a sword, straight down the opponent's chest.

This "fly pond" practitioner felt the incomparable toughness of sword that he had never encountered before, and there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

The gray-black sword has already fallen into his hands. As the sword's body was drawn upwards, countless black energies condensed into particles, such as fountains flying out like countless flies, crashing into Qiu Zaixing's body.

At the next moment, the black spring in front of him was completely destroyed by Qiu Zaixing's sword.

This "fly pond" practitioner's body exploded like a ripe watermelon, terrifyingly exploded, and spewed countless blood waves in the streets.

Zhang Yi looked unbearable, and wanted to vomit.

Ding Ning did not like these bloody smells and held his breath, but he knew very well that the dignified battle was the best ending for this "fly pond" practitioner.

Qiu Zaixing closed his hand, and a strong sense of fatigue began to sweep his body.

He took a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer deal with any of the five realm practitioners. He turned his head to look around and saw that the green shirt practitioner who had fallen on the ground had fallen to his head, and his nose and mouth were dripping. The blood that came out was obviously changed to a dark color due to the self-contained highly toxic effect, and then he felt a lot of flowing breath. He knew that this place was absolutely safe.

But what made him feel abnormal is that, logically speaking, there should already be practitioners from seven realms.

In Changling, the streets are divided like tofu blocks. Although outsiders may not know everything, he is very clear that the two phases above him will naturally have dispatches on weekdays, ensuring that there are a seven-sector practitioner in many squares. .

Even if the white mountains and rivers fought violently on the same day, the incident was hurried, and Ye Celeng was only one step away.

However, there are so important people in this car today, even enough to change the direction of the history book, and the battle has been long, why on this side...At this time, no practitioners of the seven realms have appeared?