The Sword Dynasty

The feeling of the sword was not strong to him, but it was extremely dangerous.

In this extremely short period of time, he figured out why this sword intention made him feel particularly dangerous.

Because this sword intention comes from Jing Liuli.

Jing Liuli is a true disciple of Minshan Sword Sect Master Baili Suxue, who cultivates the highest secret sword of Minshan Sword Sect, and the sword is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary Changling sword masters.

But in this duel, duel, and one-on-one comparison, can it still cheat and fail with two enemies?

Qian Daoren cannot understand.

He couldn't help but glance at the point where the sword was attacked, or perceive that it was swept toward the point where the sword was attacked.

However, there is nothing there.

There is just a stump.

A boxwood stump that had just been cut and still pouring juice out.

The sword meaning comes from the smooth cut surface, but it is only a thin sword meaning, but there is no real sword spirit.

"Borrow the sword! Mutian secret sword!"

Qian Daoren Huo Ran awakened when he realized what the reason was, and exclaimed.

The reason for this exclamation was that he found himself slow.

...

The sharp sound of breaking the air even overshadowed his exclaimation.

Ding Ning lifted the residual sword of the end of the flower, but at this moment it really caused a threat to the Qiandao people, but it was still the star that he accumulated in the body.

The most terrifying thing about Qiandaoren is that his flying sword is faster than the flying swords of many sword masters in Changling. Therefore, in order to defeat Qiandaoren, he must also pursue the ultimate speed.

At the moment when Qian Daoren's perception was completely attracted by that sword, his right foot stepped hard on the stone slab road, and the stone slabs under his feet exploded instantly. With the strong anti-shock force, Ding Ning's body was like an arrow He shot out at the same time, at the same time, all the cold shaman qi accumulated in his body rushed out in a flash, connected end to end, like two extremely long black swords, and instantly stabbed in the chest of Qian Dao Ren.

In pursuit of the ultimate in speed, I have already thought about what to do at every time point. The cold sword rushed out of the meridian of the arms. The muscles of the arms were still twitching and trembling. Ding Ning’s right hand was unknown. Why has been able to force a straight pierce.

The same method seems to be no different than when dealing with Doctor Ai, but Qian Daoren knows that there is already a crucial secret sword in front of Ding Ning when dealing with Doctor Ai.

He could have been faster than Doctor Ai, but he didn't know how much, but because of the weak sword that didn't actually hurt, his response was already slower than Doctor Ai.

The most important thing is that he does not have the kind of defensive means of Doctor Ai.

Like all sword masters who are good at flying swords, close combat is his weakest point.

In the exclamation, his face changed drastically, and the thin flying sword that had rushed out one foot forward accurately swung on the two black sword lightsabers, and shattered all the Hansha small swords. At the same time, he The sword path of this flying sword is still forward, falling to Ding Ning's right arm.

Although his talent is limited, his cultivation practice has not been able to enter since his forties, but he did not know how many years of hard work he spent on this flying sword, even though Ding Ning's shot shocked him enough, but at this time He was still confident that before Ding Ning's sword fell on himself, he disintegrated Ding Ning's sword and even killed Ding Ning directly.

Ding Ning's eyes were bright, his left hand waved, and he slapped the flying sword without hesitation.

The tip of the sword pierced his palm like piercing tofu. A bright blood mist rushed out behind Ding Ning's palm, and the sleeve of his left hand was wet.

The sword made a harsh sound of scraping the bones, making all the practitioners around him who saw the scene pale immediately.Qian Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, all of which was within his expectation. In the next moment, this flying sword should go through Ding Ning's palm and cut off Ding Ning's right wrist.

But in the next moment, he howled like a beast.

His sword did not pass through Ding Ning's palm, but the remaining sword in Ding Ning's hand had already pierced into his chest fiercely, and the scattered sword wire instantly twisted the organs in his chest cavity into A mess of mud!

It wasn't until this time that horrified exclamations and screams sounded.

Most of the onlookers have seen many duels, but there has never been a duel that makes them feel so bloody and cruel.

In the mournful howl, Qian Dao Ren who was completely scattered in Zhenyuan patted Ding Ning's face with his hands, and some crazy Yuanyuan walked like lightning lingering between his fingers.

Ding Ning released his right hand expressionlessly, bent down and drilled into Qiandaoren's arms, his left hand backhanded towards Qiandaoren's abdomen.

Qian Dao Ren's flying sword was stuck on his left hand.

puff!

puff!

puff!

...

Each dull puncture of flesh and blood makes all the onlookers' heart contract violently once.

In one breath, Ding Ning shot several times in the Qidao people's qi sea, and the sword tip that plunged into Qiandao people's qi sea made Qiandao people's body completely scattered.

Qian Daoren's body could not finally stand up, and under the backlash of the True Yuan and Qi blood flowing from the Qihai, his body was staggering and he would retreat backwards.

Ding Ning straightened up.

In the splash of blood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his left palm slapped on the throat of Qiandao without stopping.

Everyone heard a sound like a lantern burst.

Qian Daoren's beast-like howl came to a halt, except for the sound of blood flying and the sound of a leaky air.

It's not just a hole in his throat.

His entire neck sank inwards.

Until this time, Ding Ning's movements did not seem to stop in everyone's eyes.

His right hand fell on his left palm, and with a soft bang, he pulled out the flying sword inserted in the center of his left palm, like throwing a dagger, looking at the back of the money peasant's chest.

Although looking at the scary wounds on Qian Dao Ren, he knew that Qian Dao Ren could no longer survive, but when this flying sword spurted and stabbed his heart, his heart still shuddered. .

Ding Ning did not move forward.

He stopped, and when he lifted his right hand again, he already had a hemostatic gauze in his hand.

Then he bandaged his wound at the same amazing speed to stop bleeding.

The carriage went out of Moyuan several times. He was not injured before.

However, even if he was injured this time, the picture at this moment makes people feel more chilly in the hot summer heat than the previous few times.

There was silence.

Only the bleating noise and the grotesque noise from the throat pierced by Qian Daoren.

Qian Daoren pinched his throat in horror.

He opened his mouth hard.

At this time, he did not want to make any screams or unwilling voices, but wanted to try his best to convey a certain message.

Because he knows the truth.

He knew why he died!

In the eyes of all the other onlookers, Ding Ning used his cruel means to himself, and stuck his flying sword with his metacarpal bone.

However, only he really knew that at that moment, there were countless strange powers destroying the true element that he attached to the flying sword.

That seems to be... countless small silkworms!

But at this moment, Ding Ning raised his head, his calm and deep sea eyes made Qian Dao people inexplicably stagnant.

Then Ding Ning stepped forward and came to him.

"You should understand the truth now."

"You died in my hands, no wrongs."

"Because it's not just your cultivation behavior and the use of swords, I know your subconscious enemy habits."

"You should understand now that I am not just taking revenge for Old Xue."

Listening to the sound of Ding Ning making his lips almost motionless, Qian Daoren's mouth opened wider, and he wanted to shout more.

However, he found that it was only that stagnation, and he could not make any sound.

He looked at Ding Ning in horror, fell backward, and smashed the ground.

Countless exclamations and screams sounded.

It was only then that shock and fear began to spread.

This is a real life-and-death battle, but the winner is still Ding Ning.

"How do you know Fanghou's secret sword?"

There was not much shock in Jing Liuli's eyes.

Now that Ding Ning is confident to find this Taoist, she is sure that Ding Ning can overcome.

At this moment there was only deep confusion in her eyes.

"That was not the secret sword of Fanghou Mansion, but the secret sword of Bashan Sword Field."

When Ding Ning turned around, she subconsciously thought that Ding Ning would answer her with the sentence that most often answered her, that is, "you will know later." But Ding Ning's soft answer made her stunned.

"We go to the tea plantation."

And the following Ding Ning's calm words really shocked her.

"Go to the tea garden?" She repeated these three words subconsciously.

When Ding Ning walked past her, he turned to look at her, and said softly: "It is more unbearable than losing an important mentor in a day, is to lose another lover, or watch that lover suffer more than die. It’s still painful."