This is not a threat, but a pure statement of facts. Unless it is a cultivator above the seventh realm, unless it is an assassination that escapes with a single blow, any practitioner of the fifth and sixth realms will definitely not stay here. It is possible to get out of Changling.
Although Changling has no walls, it is more terrifying than almost all the walls.
However, this young man in yellow robe did not have the slightest panic or anxiety. Instead, he glanced at the turret and the sky in the distance with calmness and satisfaction, and said, "We never thought about escaping from here, we just need a short period of time." The time that allows us to complete our mission, I think you should also understand by now, the reason why we all have such a cultivation level is because it can not attract the attention of the spectators on the turret so quickly."
Qiu Zaixing frowned slightly, subconsciously spit out two words: "Dead man."
There was even a hint of a smile on the face of the yellow-robed youth, and he said slowly: "Exchanging our lives for the lives of these young people, no matter what, it's worth it."
His smile is sincere, but in fact it is cruel and tragic.
Qiu Zaixing raised his brows slowly, and said indifferently: "Any dead man is a victim of a conspiracy. I just want to know what you are trying to delay so deliberately?"
At this time, the two flying swords were still entangled on the eaves, and the sword energy tore apart countless roof tiles. The young man in yellow robe was talking leisurely at this moment, and he was indeed delaying time.
The young man in the yellow robe still only smiled slightly, and said: "I'm delaying, what I'm waiting for is now."
At the same time as he said these words, he opened the paper fan in his hand.
The paper fan opened, not a fan with exquisite patterns drawn on it, but more than ten pieces of yellow talisman paper flew out.
At the same time, all the power accumulated in the yellow-robed youth's body gushed out at this moment and poured into these ten or so talisman papers.
Because the gushing was too violent, countless drops of blood essence permeated from the skin of the young man in yellow robe, and spread like peach blossoms in the air. However, his body was like a withered flower, and he lost his spirit in an instant.
Qiu Zaixing's face suddenly changed, and he sternly shouted: "Master Fu!"
Zhang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.
Changling is good at Talisman with almost no practice.
Just the material of the talisman paper and the blending of the talisman ink are like alchemy, which requires countless processes. The runes on the talisman paper are also a kind of extremely profound knowledge. Only in the Great Yan Dynasty, which was farthest from the Great Qin Dynasty and was rich in many materials suitable for refining talisman paper and ink, such as silver candle grass and black dragon toad, many sects that used talismans to practice and fight naturally formed.
In particular, this method of casting more than ten Dao talisman papers at one time seems to be possible only for practitioners of some powerful sects of the Dayan Dynasty!
Amidst Qiu Zaixing's stern voice, more than a dozen thin talisman papers disappeared, turning into an incomparably rushing vitality of heaven and earth.
On the ground below him, countless small storms suddenly rolled up, like countless transparent ropes, tightly bound to his body.
Terrifying power continuously seeped into his body.
Qiu Zaixing's face instantly turned blood red.
There was a sound of gold and iron shaking from his body, his whole body exuded a piercing sword intent, and his whole body seemed to become a big sword.
However, his complexion changed again.
The power that this yellow-robed youth was displaying at this moment was so fierce that he couldn't break free at all.
Almost subconsciously, his consciousness swept away behind him.
In the shadow behind him, a gray-black flying sword floated like a ghost.
The reason why it is said to float out is because this flying sword, which is similar in design and color to the legs of a mosquito, does not contain any fireworks.
Even if it appeared in Qiu Zaixing's perception now, he couldn't feel where this flying sword came from, and where was the owner of this flying sword.
Any flying sword is drawn by the power of thought and the vitality of heaven and earth, and is just like a puppet controlled by wires. However, this flying sword is like a puppet that is still walking freely when it is offline.
The waiting of the yellow-robed youth was just waiting for the flying sword to sneak up to his side.
All the power of these talisman papers was just to make him unable to move and avoid this flying sword.
His strength far surpasses everyone in this room. With him standing in front of the carriage, even if there are more flying swords on the eaves, it is impossible to truly threaten the people in the carriage. However, these dead men are obviously not in front of him. Only after the shot did he know his identity!
Obviously, these dead men had already made an accurate estimate of his strength, and planned such a blow from the very beginning!
At this time, there would be at least two flying swords that could save him from danger, but none of them appeared now.
This can only show that the two powerful beings who secretly protected the carriage like him have also been eliminated.
At this moment, Qiu Zaixing's heart was so cold that it is difficult to describe it in words.
It wasn't because of his own impending death, but because he couldn't imagine what kind of uproar it would cause if the people in the carriage were assassinated here today.
Without Feijian, it is impossible to keep up with Feijian's speed.
The flying sword on the eaves had also sensed Qiu Zaixing's crisis at this time, but it was firmly suppressed by the fiercer flying sword and could not be taken back.
Seeing the gray-black flying sword flying towards Qiu Zaixing's back, Qiu Zaixing could hardly escape the fate of being pierced by the sword.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning let go of Zhang Yi's sleeve and took a step forward to the left.
He raised his left hand.
With a scoff, a black sword light rushed out from his fingertips, and turned into a black meteor at an astonishing speed, hitting the gray-black flying sword right in the middle.
There was a desolate cracking sound, and the black sword light shattered into dozens of pieces, but the gray-black flying sword that flew silently was also smashed into the air for more than ten feet, even piercing through the face. Lay the courtyard wall of the backyard and fly out.
Dozens of black shards splashed on Qiu Zaixing's back, and the cold air penetrated into his body like countless ice needles, and the hair at the back of his head was instantly covered with strange blue frost.
His body was even colder, but a gleam of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.
With a clang, he stirred his true energy even more violently, fighting against the invisible ropes that bound his body.
The young man in the yellow robe looked at Ding Ning who had shot in disbelief. He was extremely frightened and angry, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth again.
In the streets and alleys in the distance, there were faint exclamations.
All the people involved in this assassination were shocked.
No one thought that Ding Ning would be able to block such a killing blow.
One sword temporarily resolved Qiu Zaixing's sure-kill situation, but Ding Ning didn't feel any joy in his heart.
Because this is obviously the flying sword technique from the "Fly Pool" of the Great Qi Dynasty, even though he sensed the positions of some practitioners at this time, he couldn't feel where the practitioner who cast the sword was lurking at all.
If this cultivator cannot be killed, then this kind of silent flying sword is still an extremely deadly threat to everyone in this street.
At this time, there was no way to perceive the position of the practitioner, so he could only force him to strike harder.
Only when the power concentrated on the flying sword is more intense, can he perceive the location of the practitioner.
"Brother, kill that talisman master!"
So Ding Ning sternly shouted, held Mo Hua's remnant sword in his hand, and rushed towards Qiu Zaixing.
There was a crackling sound of "嗤".
It was as if the brocade robe had been torn apart suddenly, and there was another trace of a flying sword sharply piercing through the air in the cold air full of murderous intent.
A thin silver flying sword crazily fell towards the top of Ding Ning's head from a distant building.
Seeing another flying sword, Zhang Yi, whose face was already extremely pale, dared to be a mother-in-law, and Ding Ning sternly yelled with a hint of sternness that he would not allow him to refuse. He also took a step forward and flew out at the same time, shout , the long sword in his hand has already pierced the sky above.
Dampness filled the entire street.
In the sky above the phoenix trees, countless crystal rain lines appeared again, falling like countless small swords.
at the same time.
The thin, silver-white flying sword was already approaching Ding Ning's body.
There was a muffled exclamation in the carriage.
The frivolous flying sword that fell wildly like an arrow suddenly folded, and fell behind Ding Ning in an unbelievable level, and accelerated again.
Ding Ning drew out his sword.
The Remnant Sword in his hand swung backwards.
A white sword light was raised upwards like a white ram's horn.
With a pop, the thickest part of the white sheep's horn happened to touch the flying sword.
Feijian cut in abruptly, cutting off the sword energy like a white ram's horn, and still slashed towards Ding Ning's body forcefully.
However, Ding Ning's final foil sword's tendency to challenge the corner was not over yet, the tip of the broken sword unexpectedly hit the flying sword with incomparable precision.
With a stern shout, the flying sword, which had consumed a lot of power and had no time to penetrate with stronger power, was picked up abruptly and flew over Ding Ning's head.
Countless rain rays fell on the body of the yellow-robed youth at this moment.
The yellow-robed youth had already exhausted all his true energy, so he was powerless to stop him at this moment.
Puff puff puff...
The clothes on his body were all torn, and his whole body was instantly covered with countless small blood holes. His whole body could no longer stand, and fell to the ground like a pile of rotten flesh.
Such a scene appeared at the same time, and the unexpected and shocking performance of the two young people, Wu Tong Luo, almost made Qiu Zaixing yell out of ecstasy.
However, at this moment, beside Ding Ning, in the ditch under the rain eaves, a strange color floated out again, it was the gray-black flying sword.
Ding Ning had just blocked the blow of another flying sword with all his strength, and now this flying sword came... How could he be able to block it
Seeing that the boy from the wine shop who had just saved him once was about to die, Qiu Zaixing's ecstatic shout instantly turned into an extremely angry roar.
His body shook violently in an instant.
Countless layers of power are constantly impacting, like a sword and scabbard rubbing violently.
Blood dripped from his mouth and nose.
However, the invisible vitality rope cast at the cost of the yellow-robed youth's life was extremely strong, even so, it only made a faint cracking sound, and did not completely disintegrate immediately.
Ding Ning's eyes were abnormally calm at this time.
The broken sword in his right hand was still moving upwards, but his left hand was already pointing at the gray-black flying sword.
With a snort.
Then there was another desolate crackling sound, and the little Jihan sword that flew out from his fingertips slashed the flying sword again, sending it flying again.