"escape!"
Ding Ning just uttered one word sharply, because he only had time to utter one word.
As soon as the word was spoken, all the condensed sword energy accumulated in his body was shot out from his fingers, and the black sword lights instantly turned into a rainstorm, and all hit Xie Lianying's side.
Whether it was his stern shout or the torrential rain formed by the black sword light at this time, for Xie Lianying and Xie Rou, there was an irresistible sense of desolation, "Go!" Xie Rou, who was beside her, swept backwards.
A suspicious voice suddenly sounded.
In the horrific torrential rain formed by the black sword light, a faint blue light suddenly appeared, and a stream of silver appeared out of thin air.
Xie Rou, who was in the process of looting, almost stopped her heartbeat for an instant. Although any practitioner knew that the Talisman of the Great Chu Dynasty was the best in the world, but she couldn't even hear the way this gray-shirted practitioner came through the air. Never heard of it.
A stream of silver clearly appeared in the air first, followed by a gray figure.
For this powerful cultivator of the Great Chu Dynasty, the horrific torrential rain that Ding Ning forced out of his body with all the Ningsha swords seemed calm and breezy.
The gray figure was only slightly turned sideways, and half of the body gleaming with silver light was erected like a big silver sword.
Stripes of black sword light exploded on the silver light, and black flowers bloomed in the air.
This practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty also had countless silver flowers blooming on the other half of his body, but he only felt that half of his body was slightly cold.
The distance between the three realms and the seven realms is too far, not to mention that he still has a talisman in his hand that embodies the painstaking efforts of countless great Chu practitioners and craftsmen.
Although this practitioner from the Great Chu Dynasty couldn't understand why Ding Ning was able to sense where he was, his eyes were still extremely indifferent. He just used normal speed to input the true energy in his body into the "Worriless Horn" in his hand.
There was a killing intent in the air again.
It's just because the vitality of heaven and earth emanating from this corner of worry-free is too colorful, and the color is too bright, so this killing intent gives people a sense of carefree and bright, easy to make people forget many sad things, and even easy to make people react become sluggish.
The Xie family is the richest man in Guanzhong, and the practitioners they bring are naturally not vulgar. The Wangyoujiao in the hands of this great Chu Dynasty pierced through countless fragments of the Ningsha sword, and rushed back with a sense of sternness. The swift Xie Lianying and the two flying swords hovering beside the old woman and the child finally made the most correct response.
There was a loud bang.
The small red sword ignited violently, emitting countless dazzling flames. Although the blade is small, but because the bursting force is too strong, it feels like a huge mass of lava erupting from the crater. He smashed head-on at this practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty.
The other small blue sword flew low and silently, submerging into the soil below, and even the breath became exactly the same as the soil.
This cultivator from the Great Chu Dynasty frowned slightly, but the castration of Wuyoujiao in his hand did not change at all.
With a muffled sound, the small red sword rushing forward was almost forced to stop in the air by the powerful force. The flowing flames scattered and fell into the surrounding grass.
In an instant, the moisture in the green grass was dried up, turned into dry grass, and then ignited.
This practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty didn't worry about where the insidious little blue sword went. For him, the little blue sword submerged in the soil would eventually penetrate the soil and stab his body.
As long as the little sword pierces through the soil, he can sense it and react in time.
This is the absolute self-confidence that can only be possessed by the strong above the seven realms.
The moment the little red sword was smashed and flew back, one of the Xie family's carriages shook violently, a muffled groan sounded, the curtain of the carriage swung outwards, and some scarlet blood sprayed out.
What surprised this practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty was that the small cyan sword that had sunk into the soil seemed to disappear and never appeared.
Because of his absolute confidence, the movements of this practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty did not slow down at all.
Two majestic heaven and earth vitality gushed out from under his feet, and two light clusters visible to the naked eye appeared under his feet. In the next instant, his whole body was thrown forward, and continued to accelerate crazily.
In just half a breath, the fierce killing intent emanating from the horn of worry-free in his hand had already approached the bodies of Xie Lianying and Xie Rou who were retreating with all their strength.
An old shout came from the carriage behind Xie Lianying and Xie Rou.
In the carriage of this carriage sat an elderly scribe with white beard and hair.
As a low shout came out of his mouth, his body seemed to be pierced through countless holes, and countless cyan wind beams were shot out with chichi.
The hardwood carriage outside him collapsed easily like a paper lantern and flew out.
The cyan wind beams twisted like living things, like a fairy's tail swept across the practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty from all directions in an instant.
This cultivator of the Great Chu Dynasty showed disdain on his face, and his body shape did not change in any way, but the surge of true energy became more intense.
The seven-color vitality emitted from the worry-free horn in his hand was even more violent, and it seemed that it didn't touch the bodies of Xie Lianying and Xie Rou at all, but both Xie Lianying and Xie Rou let out a muffled groan, and some bloodshot from the corners of their mouths.
The old scribe's face remained unchanged, but his whole body seemed weightless. With the surge of the blue wind, he floated up, blocking Xie Lianying and Xie Rou.
Da Chu practitioner's eyes suddenly froze.
He suddenly sensed a strange aura in these blue wind beams.
His body suddenly stopped.
From the initial rush to the present, his body finally came to a standstill.
The pause was only due to the stronger gushing of vitality.
Above his head, a mountain of heaven and earth vitality gathered again, pouring into the silver Rakshasa finger in his hand at an unimaginable speed for ordinary practitioners.
The viscous energy like amalgam flowed out of Yin Luosha's fingers instantly covered his whole body, even his seven orifices were filled with silver energy, and he directly became a silver man.
Almost all the blue wind beams collapsed when they hit his body, but there was a blue wind beam that could not condense, and more and more radiated the light of spar.
Da Chu practitioner sneered mockingly.
Numerous cracks quickly appeared on the cyan wind beam that had just bound his body and shrunk violently, and the cracks of the chip were clearly visible in the cracks.
The old scribe's body was still floating in the air, but the inside of his body was vibrating violently. The bright red blood gathered disordered vitality, and spurted out from his mouth and nose with a whistling sound.
A powerful aura unique to natal objects only emanated from the crystalline blue wind beam at this time.
So this is not the wind beam condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth, but the natal object of his cultivation.
The reason why the natal life is called the natal life is that it has an inexplicable connection with the life of the practitioner. If the natal object is destroyed, it can range from serious injury to direct death. Without the slightest hesitation, he unreservedly squeezed the controllable power out of his body.
The cyan bundle-shaped natal creatures full of cracks are at each other's throats.
At this moment, in the last carriage, a young swordsman in blue shirt with a decisive light in his eyes took a deep breath. The blue flying sword he had hidden underground for a long time finally came out silently. The dirt under the feet of Da Chu cultivators showed.
The silver light on Da Chu practitioner's face disappeared slightly, and the yellow scarf covering his face fell off due to the swell of vitality.
Behind the yellow scarf is a thin and fair, somewhat feminine face like a woman's.
A look of contempt and pity flashed across his face at this moment.
"Except for the woman from the Zhongshan family, is the strength of the Xie family just like this?"
Before he said these words, the worry-free horn in his hand had already been retracted, and it was pressed against his body, sweeping it down from top to bottom.
The rainbow-like smoothness fell on the cyan crystal beam bound to his body, and the cyan crystal beam shattered into countless pieces. The old scribe who was suspended in the air fell to the ground and died silently.
He stepped up, and the rainbow-like brilliance in his hand continued to fall, sweeping down the soles of his feet, and the end of the brilliance accurately hit the blue flying sword that had just emerged from the soil.
The seemingly gentle intersection is like two hills colliding.
There was a bang.
The small blue sword, which was only one foot long, plowed a deep furrow in the ground like a plow.
Sitting cross-legged in the last carriage, the young swordsman in green shirt bowed his head slumpedly, countless knives-like wrinkles suddenly appeared on his smooth and shiny face, and blood flowed from every wrinkle.
Da Chu practitioner raised his head proudly.
In his opinion, no one in the Xie family could stop him from killing Xie Lianying and Xie Rou, and even the boy who was not far from Xie Lianying and Xie Rou.
However, at this moment, he felt an impossible gushing of heaven and earth vitality.
He turned around suddenly, his eyes flashed with shock and disbelief.