Ding Ning suddenly turned around.
He once again confirmed the thoughts of this "fly pool" practitioner.
The goal of this "fly pond" practitioner is all the young people in this street. When it is difficult to kill him for a while, this "fly pond" practitioner does not have any obsession, but He wanted to instantly kill Shen Yi who was the easiest to kill in his eyes.
It's just that this "fly pool" practitioner ignored the existence of Xue Wangxu. He ignored that even though Xue Wangxu was weaker than a normal old man, he was a great practitioner above the seventh realm after all!
At this moment, the small gray-black sword was carrying a silent assassination sword intent, and the sword itself did not carry much powerful force, but when it was charged by Shen Yi's sword, it immediately flew upside down from the window.
The gray-black sword body is particularly conspicuous in the extremely dazzling pure light.
These dazzling and pure rays of light seem to have a natural restraint effect on the vitality flowing on this small gray-black sword. At this time, the body of this small gray-black sword melts like black oil, and there are repeated rattles and flashes. Wisps of blue smoke came out.
From the very beginning, Ding Ning felt that these dead men would not let go of any practitioners in this street, except the grandson Qianxue who they didn't know, so he didn't hide his strength at all, and played an important role at critical moments. The purpose was to attract the attention of these practitioners, but this "fly pool" practitioner far exceeded his expectations in terms of cultivation and intelligence, and still did things beyond his control.
Assassins are always more active than passive defenders.
But at this time, the "fly pool" practitioner's miscalculation again brought him the opportunity to completely reverse the situation of the battle.
He turned around abruptly, black light gleamed from the tip of his left finger, everyone thought he would strike at the small gray-black sword that stood out in the bright light, even the gray-black flying sword had a little fear, He cheered up again as if he was alive, and flashed upwards.
However, to everyone's surprise, "Chi Chi Chi..." There was a series of scalp-numbing sounds, and one after another black sword light rushed out with a backhand, all of them shot at the sword with countless strands of shadow light green sword.
The small light green sword just wanted to entangle Qiu Zaixing to the side of the carriage, the sword shadow trembled, even Qiu Zaixing couldn't accurately grasp which sword shadow the real sword body was in, so he didn't dare to make a random move. At this time, Ding Ning turned his back to the small light green sword, so it was naturally impossible to hit it accurately.
However, the more than ten black sword lights that were shot one after another at one time were surprisingly cold, piercing through countless light green afterimages, and instantly forced out the real body of the small light green sword.
Qiu Zaixing's eyes seemed to burn.
The cultivator in the distance screamed, feeling the most critical moment, the blade of the small light green sword vibrated so much that it was about to explode.
However, it was too late.
Qiu Zaixing struck again with both fists.
The two terrifying transparent sword qi recombined into a big sword, pierced a distance of more than ten feet in an instant, and slashed heavily on the small light green sword.
The small light green sword screamed in despair and lost its power in an instant, spinning out like a piece of remnant iron, falling to nowhere.
The deceived little gray-black sword became furious, and the black energy on the sword surged crazily. Dozens of black fly-like objects formed outside the sword body, and fell straight towards Ding Ning in a pure straight line. to.
Ding Ning's face became extremely solemn.
A sword talisman was completed in an instant in front of him.
A big river meets the small gray and black sword.
The power of his sword was too far from the power fully demonstrated by this "fly pool" practitioner, and Da Jiang was directly pierced.
However, he just wanted to gain a moment of time to slow down the speed of the small gray-black sword that was already exuding despair at this moment, so as to ensure that his next small cold sword could hit it.
There was a soft "chi" sound.
Some blood oozed from his fingertips, and the small black sword transformed from the crystal-like condensed cold vitality accurately hit the tip of the small gray-black sword.
The small black sword split into countless black fragments in an instant, spreading out into layers of cold and evil air.
The extremely gloomy little gray-black sword was like a sailing boat in the torrent, but it was suddenly hit by an oncoming wave, and it paused slightly in the air.
Just this pause, the remaining four or five small Jihan swords in Ding Ning's body flew out, hitting the gray-black flying sword one after another.
Feijian's blade bent slightly unwillingly, and was pushed back a few feet.
Ding Ning took a deep breath.
At this moment, his strength was exhausted, and it was impossible to block any blow from the gray-black flying sword.
From now on, we can only look at Qiu Zaixing.
When the gray-black flying sword changed from no smoke to extremely violent, Qiu Zaixing's eyes were full of tension and worry, but when Ding Ning's first cold sword hit the gray-black flying sword, his whole body Then relax down.
He knew the game was settled.
The more relaxed he is, the more heartily his true essence will flow.
The comfort in his heart is hard to describe in words.
He let out a wild laugh, stretched out his hand, and directly grabbed the edge of the carriage, his feet exploded, dragging the carriage with one hand, and flew straight to the center of the street.
The wind was blowing everywhere, and the paving that had already collapsed in half collapsed behind him.
The gray-black flying sword froze slightly in the air, not flying like anyone for a while.
Two streets and alleys away, the owner of this gray-black flying sword, a man in ragged clothes like a beggar, shook his head and flew up, just two ups and downs, crossed two streets and alleys, and appeared in the collapsed noodle shop ahead.
This is a man in his forties, his face is covered with black oil stains, his facial features are ordinary, and he can't leave any impression on others, but at this moment, black firework-like vitality is flowing from his hands.
He looked at Ding Ning sadly, and sighed in a low voice, "How could you be so calm?"
Before anyone had time to speak, there was a bang, and the courtyard wall of a shop was smashed again.
A long-bearded cultivator in a blue gown struggled out of the hole, holding an empty white jade scabbard in his hand. He seemed to be in his thirties and had a handsome appearance.
However, at this moment his skin was constantly dripping with blood. When he just walked out of the hole in the courtyard wall, his clothes looked clean, but after only three steps, his blue shirt was soaked in blood, turning into a A blood robe.
"What kind of sword art is that?"
The cultivator squeezed his eyes to keep the blood from falling into them, so that he could see Ding Ning's face clearly.
This cultivator was the owner of the small light green sword. He fought with Qiu Zaixing for a long time regardless of the damage, and in addition, Qiu Zaixing broke his flying sword at the end, his injuries were already extremely heavy. At this moment, everyone could feel that the reason why he insisted on appearing here was because he wanted to see Ding Ning before he died.
"Even a well-trained sword servant who specializes in cutting flying swords cannot be as accurate as you... I thought we could rewrite the history books, but I still miscalculated you."
The cultivator looked at Ding Ning with regret and admiration after saying this sentence, and couldn't support anymore, and fell to the ground slumped.
There was a moment of silence.
Everyone can understand the emotions he and the "fly pool" practitioner are feeling at this time.
Even if someone else has mastered the same method as Ding Ning, and can cast such a black sword light, but in such a situation, facing the pressure of the flying sword, who can be so calm
As long as there is a slight panic and emotional fluctuation, as long as one misses, the whole battle situation may be rewritten.
However, Ding Ning never made a mistake.
This is where he and the "fly pool" practitioner were most moved and shocked.
"Changling is really a place where real dragons are bred. From generation to generation, amazing sons emerge one after another. I just wanted to get rid of these few, but I didn't expect it to be underestimated..."
The beggar-like "fly pool" practitioner sighed deeply.
"It's almost time."
He felt the faint aura coming from the surrounding air, bowed to Qiu Zaixing, and said: "This last sword, I want to see Mr. Qiu's unparalleled sword of Lingxu Sword Sect."
Qiu Zaixing understood the meaning of this "fly pool" practitioner, and his face became extremely solemn.
In the next instant, the true energy in his body surged out, but countless heaven and earth vitality surged in and gathered in his right hand.
His right hand turned bronze.
The blood in his body also seemed to be on fire, and every inch of flesh and blood erupted with terrifying power.
With just one step, he was in front of this "fly pool" practitioner.
His right hand is a sword, which falls straight to the opponent's chest.
This "Fly Pool" cultivator felt an extremely fierce sword intent that he had never encountered before, and a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.
The small gray-black sword had already landed in his hand, and as the blade of the small sword was drawn upwards, countless black vitality condensed into particles, flying out like a fountain and like countless flies, hitting Qiu Zaixing's body.
In the next instant, the black spring in front of him was completely destroyed by Qiu Zaixing's sword.
The body of this "fly pool" practitioner exploded horribly like an overripe watermelon, spraying countless waves of blood in the streets and alleys.
Zhang Yi showed a look of unbearable, and felt like vomiting.
Ding Ning didn't like the smell of blood and held his breath, but he knew very well that a dignified death in battle was already the best end for this "fly pool" practitioner.
Qiu Zaixing withdrew his hands, and a strong sense of exhaustion also began to sweep over his body.
He took a deep breath, knowing that he would no longer be able to deal with any five-level practitioner. He turned his head and saw that the green-clothed practitioner who had fallen to the ground had bowed his head and died, dripping from his mouth and nose. The blood that came out had obviously turned into a pitch-black color due to the highly poisonous effect he had taken, and he sensed many flowing auras, and he knew that this place was absolutely safe.
But what surprised him was that, logically speaking, practitioners from the seventh realm should have arrived at this time.
The Changling Mausoleum is square, and the streets and alleys are divided like tofu blocks. Although outsiders may not know everything about it, he knows very well that the two high-ranking figures will naturally make arrangements on weekdays to ensure that there is a seven-level cultivator sitting in many squares. .
Even though Bai Shanshui was fighting wildly and singing that day, Ye Celeng arrived just one step away.
However, there are people who are so important in this carriage today, even enough to change the direction of history books, and the fierce battle has been going on for a long time, why on this side...by this time, there are no practitioners from the seventh realm