The small silver-white sword that was picked up by Ding Ning and flew over his head let out a violent neigh, representing the master's anger.
The sword of a five-level practitioner was blocked by such a young man, and this young man was caught by another flying sword, but he still did not die!
For the owner of this flying sword, it is a great shame.
However, the practitioners are fighting each other, and there is only a moment's difference between life and death.
Just as the silver white sword neighed violently in the air, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell towards Ding Ning's body like a meteor again, countless crackling sounds resounded around Qiu Zaixing's body.
The dozens of invisible ropes cast by the yellow-robed youth at the cost of their lives finally broke inch by inch at this moment.
The broken and shattered invisible ropes fell to the ground around Qiu Zaixing's body like fragments of really heavy iron ropes. Every time a piece of rope hit the ground, a huge wave of air rushed out.
Around Qiu Zaixing's body, flowers bloom like waves.
Once he lost the shackles of these vitality ropes, and the strength in his body was finally released, Qiu Zaixing's eyes fell on the small silver sword flying towards Ding Ning like a torch, while his hands slapped deep into the back of the bunk!
The two straight and unparalleled sword qi joined together to form a complete transparent sword, stabbing out with extreme force.
In the next moment, the paved backyard exploded violently like a sheepskin raft filled with too much air, and countless fragments flew backwards.
Immediately afterwards, several courtyard walls and several houses behind the shop were also pierced by this great sword.
Groups of dust waves bloomed one after another, forming a straight line, pointing to a middle-aged practitioner standing in front of a well in a small courtyard.
The anger on the middle-aged practitioner's face instantly turned into fear. He knew that it was too late for him to react, so he could only close his eyes in despair.
There was a click.
The bones between his chest and abdomen were shattered, and his entire body was almost directly cut into two by the sword.
His body fell backward and fell into the well behind him.
The silver-white flying sword controlled by this cultivator was already less than ten feet away from Ding Ning, but the thin silver-white sword lost control at this moment, whirled and sadly passed over Ding Ning's head, and fell into the ditch beside the road. middle.
Qiu Zaixing didn't care about the flying sword flying towards Ding Ning, but directly killed the owner of the flying sword with one sword, completely solving the root cause, but Ding Ning's eyes did not have any joy.
Because at this moment, the two flying swords that were entangled on the eaves had already decided the winner.
After all, the Xueliang flying sword that flew out of the carriage was far behind the light green flying sword in terms of strength. Finally, it was powerless and could not hold on. It was twisted by the sword and bounced towards the distant roof.
The light green flying sword danced happily, flying around the half-collapsed shop, waiting for the right time.
This light green flying sword, together with the gray-black flying sword that disappeared quietly at this moment, there are still two deadly flying swords in the field.
Light green flying swords danced around the carriage, the person in the carriage had lost his flying sword, so Qiu Zaixing must not have dared to leave the surroundings of the carriage.
Before Qiu Zaixing got rid of the light green flying sword, he still had to face the flying sword that had obtained the "fly pool" sword technique of the Great Qi Dynasty.
Ding Ning felt that there were still twenty-two chips formed by the condensed cold energy of the stars in his body. At this time, Ding Ning only felt lucky.
If he hadn't obtained such means of fighting the enemy from the Zhou family ink garden, Changsun Qianxue would have been forced to take action today, and he and Changsun Qianxue would have fled Changling by then.
It's just that he can only send out twenty-two such small cold swords. Ding Ning has no confidence in whether he can last until Qiu Zaixing solves the flying sword, or when help arrives.
"Fly Pond" is one of the strangest practice places of the Daqi Dynasty.
It was an ancient mass burial mound, and there was also a Yin spring, a place of stagnant yin energy. There were countless flies called "ghost flies" flying outside the sect. Any inner disciple who wanted to leave the sect, The flies must be killed with the sword, so that no fly will fall off the body, and then they are allowed to go out of the mountain.
"Wuji Ghost Sword" is one of the most important unique skills of "Fly Pool". It takes countless years of hard work to cultivate to such a state. No matter what the reason for this practitioner to appear in this assassination, but He must be a real "fly pond" inner disciple.
Practitioners from such a place of practice naturally have more than the means currently displayed.
From the very beginning, the young man in yellow robe trapped Qiu Zaixing at the cost of his life. This "fly pool" practitioner was the real core of this assassination.
A fallen leaf opened up on the ground beside Ding Ning.
The little gray and black sword had sneaked under the fallen leaves by Ding Ning's side without a sound.
"careful!"
Qiu Zaixing had consumed a large amount of real energy just now with his sword attack, but his fighting spirit was at its peak. At this moment, he also felt a slight movement from Ding Ning's side, and immediately let out a sharp howl.
However, when this reminder came out, he knew very well in his heart that if Ding Ning hadn't felt anything unusual before, it would be too late by now.
Although Ding Ning didn't notice the small gray-black sword earlier, he also sensed the existence of this small sword when the fallen leaves were opened.
Sensing the chill, he frowned slightly, and his left hand hanging outside his sleeve moved slightly again.
There was a "chi" sound.
This is just a sound to anyone's ears, but it is actually because the interval is too short, exceeding the limit of human ears, and there are two less stars and cold evil energy chips accumulated in the orifices in his body.
Two black sword lights rushed out from Ding Ning's fingertips one after another, and hit the gray-black flying sword that had just floated up from the ground almost at the same time with incomparable precision.
With a muffled pop, the little sword that was raised just now like a poisonous snake lurking in dead leaves was knocked to the ground, leaving several cut marks on the stone ground.
Zhang Yi's eyes widened, he was pleasantly surprised, but his body quickly fell into ice cold.
Because this small gray-black sword shot violently in an instant, flying towards Ding Ning again!
With stronger power blooming, black air lingered on the small gray-black sword, as if countless imps were about to rush out. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Ning finally sensed the extremely weak line in the air, Perceived the true location of this practitioner from "Fly Pool".
This practitioner from the "Fly Pool" turned out to be a beggar sitting huddled under a dilapidated house two streets away!
With such a long distance, Ding Ning was sure that even if Qiu Zaixing discovered his existence, it would be impossible to kill him in a very short time.
As for himself, it is even more impossible to cross two streets and alleys to reach the other party.
The chill in his heart was even stronger, but his emotions were still extremely calm.
Three black sword lights rushed out from his left fingertips one after another, and accurately slashed on the small gray-black sword one after another.
The small gray-black sword pierced his two sword lights in a row, and the sword finally slowed down when it pierced his third sword light.
At this moment, Ding Ning's right hand, the long sword Mo Hua, slashed out, and slammed hard on the small gray-black sword.
The small gray-black sword was shaken out again and flew out.
A sound like a thunderstorm sounded at this moment.
Qiu Zaixing stretched out his hands again, but unlike before, his hands swept sharply in the air.
Dozens of criss-crossing rays of light lit up.
These rays of light are not like sword lights, but sword lights.
His arms are like knives, pulling the vitality of heaven and earth to slash in the air.
The light green Feijian didn't expect him to have such a means. He was forced into a small space amidst the berserk sword light. With a bang, a ray of sword light finally caught the sword trace, and ruthlessly beheaded here. On a small light green sword with a hilt.
A loud muffled sound came from the distant alley.
The small light green sword swayed and struggled to pass through the blade net. This blow obviously caused serious damage to the owner of the small sword. However, the owner of the small sword also knew the situation at this time, so he still struggled to hold on. After retreating more than ten feet, the small light green sword began to accelerate again, forming countless twisted sword shadows in the air.
In the small courtyard not far from Ding Ning and Zhang Yi, Xue Wangxu sat on the rattan chair in the bedroom. Since the battle broke out, he just frowned and quietly hid in this dimly lit room.
At this time, Shen Yi closed the door and stood beside him with a nervous expression.
Listening to the sound of each blow outside and feeling Ding Ning's performance, although his expression became more and more tense, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Five feet behind, cut!"
At this moment, he suddenly yelled at Shen Yi.
Shen Yi's spirit was also strained to the limit, his hands were covered with fine beads of sweat.
He didn't feel anything, but the irresistible command in Xue Wangxu's stern voice made him subconsciously turn around and draw his sword.
There was a bang.
A bolt of thunder fell five feet behind him.
Five feet behind him was a window.
Just as the thunder light from his swinging sword fell, a gray-black thin light was penetrating through the gap in the window.
The small gray-black sword that was blocked by Ding Ning just now sneaked over without a sound!
"Zi" sound.
The small gray-black sword condensed and was burned by the thunder. Suddenly, many puffs of blue smoke rose from the sword body, and the sword body also twisted as if in pain.
But Shen Yi's breathing stopped completely, even he could feel that the sword was gaining momentum again, and it was about to burst out again.
Xue Wangxu sternly shouted, he was about to cough if he couldn't breathe, but he held it back forcefully, his face was blood red, and he sternly yelled again: "Freehand sword intent, cut!"
Shen Yi almost subconsciously, the real energy in his body gushed out with this stern shout.
Countless black lights suddenly surged from the rune of the long sword in his hand, as if a giant ink blob was about to swallow the entire room, but in front of the tip of his sword, countless pure and extremely dazzling filaments of light suddenly shot out.
An extremely bright beam of light struck the small gray-black sword.
The whole room lit up as if it contained a pure sun.
From all the gaps, pure and dazzling light shoots out!