The Sword Dynasty

Chapter 121: Flying swords in the fish market

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Ding Ning continued to move forward quietly, and he had already arrived at the Wharf of Guijiansorrow mentioned earlier.

This is under several stilted buildings where dry firewood is piled up. These stilted buildings are slightly higher from the water than other stilted buildings. Because they are used as warehouses and the things piled inside are relatively heavy, the wooden pillars used for support are higher than ordinary stilted buildings. There are more, some wooden pillars are erected very casually, some are crooked, and the wooden plank road below is used as a pier, and there are many floating barrels and small awning boats docked on both sides, and the cables are tied to these wooden pillars. The entanglement and dangling rope circle naturally reminds people of hanging ghosts.

His footsteps seemed random, but in fact he accurately controlled the time.

This is the fish market, and there are many real masters who do not allow outsiders to mess around here, so he has a natural advantage if he wants to kill him here.

The reason why he set a good time with Shen Yi was because he wanted to give the enemy a chance to attack, but he had to ensure that the person who could control the situation could arrive in time.

The enemy who wants to kill him must be dealt with at once, otherwise there will be many unspeakable dangers in the future, and he thinks farther than ordinary people. Even if he can't know who is standing behind him from the person who assassinated him What kind of people are there, but it is possible to use them to achieve another purpose.

The water surface has frozen, because the water here is dirty black water on weekdays, so the ice surface is also dark black, which further sets off the name of this Ghost Wharf.

The originally not very strong pallet was firmly frozen on the ice, so walking was more stable than usual.

The surrounding awning boats and round floating barrels were also completely frozen, and even the cables were hung with long and short ice edges.

Everything was so dead silent, there was no one in sight.

However, Ding Ning knew that the practitioner closest to him at this moment was in a black-covered boat a few meters to the left.

The aura emanating from this cultivator's body was extremely weak, and his breathing was controlled extremely steadily, taking only a slight breath for a long time.

Even when Ding Ning was so close, the practitioner's breathing rate did not change at all.

In fact, apart from this cultivator, there were two other practitioners who surrounded him from a farther position, and he couldn't sense any practitioner's aura emanating from the other party at all.

He just smelled the smell.

This is the unique feature of Cutting the Three Corpses without Self-Nature.

Although the perception of true qi, true energy, and heaven and earth vitality is not as good as that of the Nine Dead Silkworm, but for some subtle sounds, the perception of smells, etc., the three corpses without self natal nerves are beyond the reach of other exercises.

From the two practitioners who followed him secretly before, as well as the practitioner who was very close to him at the moment, he smelled a slightly fishy smell, but it seemed a bit sweet and greasy.

This is the sap smell of snake coiled flowers, which is no stranger to Ding Ning.

The sap of the snake flower is naturally highly poisonous, and it is almost impossible for practitioners below the five realms to force out the poison with their cultivation base. For practitioners below the three realms, it can be said that seeing blood seals the throat.

But feeding poison on swords and weapons is an extremely shameful thing for the ethos of Changling. Even in the whole of Daqin, only the rogue lunatics in Jiaodong County would smear such drama on their swords. poison.

Naturally, a person with such a weapon could only come to kill people, not come to talk to him about something.

Listening to the occasional light breathing sound, Ding Ning's footsteps still did not stop, and there was still no abnormal expression on his face.

He didn't even look at the boat embedded in the ice.

But all of a sudden, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of Mo Hua Canjian, and he dragged several sword paths in the air at an astonishing speed.

A simple white sword symbol instantly formed and disappeared.

In a sheet of hoarfrost, several ice edges rushed on the crow's awning in an instant, making harsh tearing sounds in this silent space.

The cultivator in the black tent was ready to attack violently in the next breath, he never thought that his deeds would be exposed, nor did he think that Ding Ning would be unreasonable and directly attack without asking the reason.

Under the extreme shock, the sharp front end of the ice edge had pierced under the black canopy, and the true essence hidden in the body of the black-clothed practitioner poured out unreservedly. In the narrow space, it was too late to display it. With some sword power, he reached out and slapped the canopy at the back, before a more violent cracking sound could be heard, his whole body flitted out in a strange posture like a wounded big black bird.

This is a practitioner with a short beard, with thick lips and sharp eyes like a falcon, without covering his face at all.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but what made his face instantly smeared with shock was that at the moment when his body had just separated from the broken veil, and he had no time to think about how to fight back, a Like the sword light surrounded by countless white fine flowers, it has already ruthlessly pierced into his waist!

The boy from the wine shop who he thought could be killed in an instant without having to hide his face at all, unexpectedly calculated his reaction, and slid to the back of the Wupeng without stopping. The other party's thin body was stretched to the limit, and in a posture that seemed to be bent and attached to the awning, leaning the body, it pierced his waist with incomparable precision, and penetrated deep into his internal organs!

The short-bearded black-clothed practitioner heard a sound like an inflated sheepskin raft bursting from his body.

The severe pain made his body bounce back reflexively like a shrimp.

He felt the power in his body drain rapidly, but the black short sword exuding a sweet smell in his right hand still raised up, wanting to give Ding Ning a fatal blow before he died.

However, at this moment, there was another sharp stabbing pain on his neck, and a downward impact caused him to fall back hard before completing a forward swinging motion.

There was a muffled bang.

He felt like a piece of meat in the butcher's hand, being slapped hard on the chopping board.

When his back collided with the cold black ice surface, he heard clearly the chichi sound from his neck, followed by countless smaller chichi sounds from the surrounding ice surface.

Only then did he realize that Ding Ning's movements didn't stop at all just now. When he bowed in pain, the sword in the opponent's hand had already been pulled out from his waist, and then quickly pierced into his neck.

The sound at this time was the sound of hot blood spraying from his neck, and countless blood droplets splashing on the cold ice surface, scorching holes in the ice surface.

How can it be!

He is obviously a market boy who has never been in battle, but the way of killing people seems to be more cruel and skilled than himself!

He first felt inexplicable shock and disbelief.

Then there is fear.

It's just that he opened his mouth, but he couldn't even make any sound.

The last thing he felt was the hot blood rushing from his throat, instantly filling the gap in his mouth, gushing out from his lips.

This black-clothed practitioner lay twisted on the ice like a black fish that had just been slaughtered.

The scarlet hot blood spread shockingly across the ice, and then penetrated down quickly.

Ding Ning, who stabbed the practitioner in black with two swords, had a surprisingly calm face. He stood firm on the blood-stained ice, straightened up, and turned to look.

A practitioner in a green robe and a practitioner in a brocade robe with dark red flowers appeared on the ice not far away.

The two practitioners were also not masked.

The green-robed cultivator has short hair and looks in his forties, with thinning eyebrows and peculiar brown pupils.

The cultivator in the dark red brocade robe has a round face and a short and round figure, not much different from many plump merchants in Changling, but his slightly squinted eyes are full of coldness like a poisonous snake who chooses and eats people look.

"Although I don't know who asked you to kill me, but you are too arrogant to kill me here."

Feeling the powerful aura that these two people had just begun to exude, Ding Ning still didn't feel nervous at all, instead he said with a sympathetic tone, "This is a fish market, what do you think this is a cat or a dog that can come for a walk?" Is it a place to leave easily?"

Hearing Ding Ning's voice, the green-robed short-haired practitioner was expressionless, while the round fat merchant-like practitioner shook his head and imitated his words: "Although I don't know how you found us, but you still have to find us." If you dare to lure us, even if this is a fish market, we still have time to kill you and leave."

Just as his voice sounded, a dim and thin sword fell rapidly against a wooden post behind Ding Ning, and then flew towards the back of Ding Ning's neck.

This is the realm of the five realms, a flying sword attack without warning.

It's just that Ding Ning had already smelled the smell of the flying sword, but he didn't move at this moment, and he didn't even intend to strike the flying sword with his sword.

"wrong!"

The two practitioners felt something strange at the same time, and their pupils shrank sharply.

The chubby merchant-like cultivator sensed the chill coming from under the ice under his feet, and great fear arose in his heart. His true essence surged out from under his feet, and he grasped wildly with both hands, as if he was about to grab something at this moment.

However, he and the green-robed practitioner beside him realized it was too late, and it was impossible to change anything.

With a crackling sound, a crack appeared on the black ice under his feet, and some ice powder and water vapor spewed out like a fountain.

A small red sword pierced through the bottom of his right foot, and then a fountain of blood and debris hung from it, flying out from the back of his head like a strange snake!

The fat, round merchant-like cultivator stared at his eyes, and he fell back heavily. Up to this moment, he has not been able to find out who made the sword.

His thin flying sword lost control and flew slumped. It slid past Ding Ning's side a few feet, cut obliquely into a wooden pillar, vibrated a few times, and remained motionless like a dead dragonfly.