This sword intent did not give him a strong feeling, but it was extremely dangerous.
In this very short time, he figured out why this sword intent made him feel extremely dangerous.
Because this sword intent comes from Jing Liuli.
Jing Liuli is the true disciple of Baili Suxue, the patriarch of the Minshan Sword Sect, and all of them cultivate the highest secret sword of the Minshan Sword Sect, so the sword intent is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary Changling sword masters.
But in this duel in full view of the public, one-on-one sword competition, could it be possible to cheat and win with two enemies
Taoist Qian couldn't understand.
He couldn't help but glanced at the place where the sword intent came from, or his perception swept towards the place where the sword intent came from.
But there is nothing there.
There's just a stump there.
A freshly severed boxwood stump still gushing sap.
The sword intent comes from a smooth cut surface, but it is only a faint sword intent without any real sword energy.
"Borrowing Sword Intent! Mutian Secret Sword!"
Taoist Qian suddenly realized what was the reason, and exclaimed.
The reason for this exclamation was that he realized that he was already slow.
chi chi chi chi...
The sharp piercing sound even overshadowed his exclamation.
Ding Ning raised the Mo Hua residual sword, but the real threat to Taoist Qian at this moment was still the star cold evil sword energy accumulated in his body.
The most frightening thing about Taoist Qian is that his flying sword is faster than that of many sword masters in Changling, so if he wants to defeat Taoist Qian, he must pursue the ultimate speed.
At the moment when Taoist Qian's perception was completely attracted by that sword intent, he stepped hard on the stone slab with his right foot, and the slate under his foot burst instantly. Relying on the strong shock force, Ding Ning's body shot forward He shot forward, and at the same time, all the cold evil sword energy accumulated in his body gushed out in an instant, connected end to end, like two extremely long black swords, and pierced Taoist Qian's chest in an instant.
Since he is pursuing the ultimate speed, he has already thought about what to do at each point in time. The cold sword energy rushes out from the meridians of both arms, and the muscles of both arms are still twitching and trembling. Ding Ning's right hand no longer knows what to do. He Gu has been able to forcibly stab straight.
The same method seems to be the same as when dealing with Dr. Ai, but Qian Daoren knows that compared with Ding Ning's dealing with Dr. Ai, there is already a crucial secret sword in front of him.
He was originally much faster than Doctor Ai, but because of that weak sword intent that did no substantial damage, his reaction was already slower than Doctor Ai.
The most important thing is that he does not have the kind of defense methods that Dr. Ai has.
Like all sword masters who are good at flying swords, close combat is his weakest point.
Amidst the exclamation, his face changed dramatically, the thin flying sword that had rushed forward one foot accurately swung on the two black sword lightsabers, shattering all the small Hansha swords, at the same time, he The sword path of this flying sword still moved forward, falling towards Ding Ning's right arm.
Although his talent is limited, his cultivation has been unable to advance an inch since he was over forty years old, but he did not know how many years of hard work he spent on this flying sword. Even though Ding Ning's move shocked him enough, at this time He still had the confidence to disintegrate Ding Ning's sword before Ding Ning's sword fell on him, or even kill Ding Ning directly.
Ding Ning's eyes were bright, he swung his left hand, and slapped the flying sword without any hesitation.
The tip of the sword pierced his palm like tofu, and a cloud of bright blood rushed out from behind Ding Ning's palm, and his left sleeve was completely wet.
The sharp sound of scraping bones from the blade made all the practitioners around who saw this scene turn pale instantly. Qian Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, all of this was within his expectation, the next moment, the flying sword should pass through Ding Ning's palm and cut off Ding Ning's right wrist holding the sword.
However, in the next moment, he howled like a beast.
His sword hadn't been able to pass through Ding Ning's palm, but the remnant sword in Ding Ning's hand had already pierced his chest viciously, and the scattered sword wire instantly twisted the viscera in his chest into pieces. It's a mess!
It wasn't until this moment that there were horrified exclamations and screams.
Most of the onlookers had seen duels many times, but never had a duel made them feel so bloody and cruel.
Amidst the miserable howls, Daoren Qian, whose true essence was completely scattered, slapped Ding Ning's face with both hands, and some madly wandering true essence were like lightning around his fingers.
Ding Ning let go of his right hand expressionlessly, bent down and slipped into Qian Daoren's arms, and his left hand counterattacked Qian Daoren's abdomen.
Daoren Qian's flying sword was stuck in his left hand.
puff!
puff!
puff!
…
Every muffled sound of piercing flesh and blood caused the hearts of all the onlookers to contract violently.
In one breath, Ding Ning shot several times at Qian Daoren's sea of qi, and the sword tip pierced into Qian Daoren's sea of qi, causing the true energy in Qian Daoren's body to completely scatter and have nowhere to go.
Qian Daoren's body couldn't finally stand still, and under the recoil of the true energy and blood gushing out from the sea of qi, his body staggered and was about to fall backwards.
Ding Ning straightened his body.
In the splash of blood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his left palm slapped Qian Daoren's throat without stopping.
Everyone heard a sound like a cracked lantern.
Qian Daoren's howling like a beast stopped abruptly, only the sound of blood splashing and a sound of wind leaking.
It wasn't just a hole in his Adam's apple.
His entire neck was sunken inward.
Until now, Ding Ning's movements seemed to have not stopped in the eyes of everyone.
His right hand fell to his left palm, and with a soft sound, he pulled out the flying sword stuck in his left palm, like throwing a dagger, and threw it at the retreating Taoist Qian's chest.
Although looking at the horrific wounds on Qian Daoren's body, he knew that it was impossible for Qian Daoren to survive, but when the flying sword pierced his heart with a screeching sound, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble. .
Ding Ning did not move forward.
He stopped, and when he raised his right hand again, there was already a piece of gauze in his hand to stop the bleeding.
Then he bandaged his own wound with the same astonishing speed, stopping the bleeding.
The carriage left Moyuan several times, and he was not injured before.
However, even though he was injured this time, the scene at this moment is even more chilling in the scorching heat than the previous few times.
There was a dead silence.
There was only the sound of Chi Chi's bleeding, and the strange loud noise coming from Qian Daoren's pierced throat.
Qian Daoren pinched his throat in extreme horror.
He opened his mouth hard.
At this time, he didn't want to make any screams or unwilling sounds, but wanted to try his best to convey a certain message.
Because he knows the truth.
He knew why he died!
In the eyes of the rest of the onlookers, it was Ding Ning who used cruel means to himself, forcibly stuck his flying sword with his palm bone for a split second.
However, only he really knew that it was at that moment that countless strange forces destroyed his true essence attached to that flying sword.
That seems to be... countless small silkworms!
But at this very moment, Ding Ning raised his head, his calm and sea-like eyes made Taoist Qian stunned inexplicably.
Then Ding Ning took a step forward and stood in front of him.
"You should know the truth by now."
"It's not wrong for you to die in my hands."
"Because not only your cultivation and sword skills, but also some of your subconscious habits against the enemy, I know well."
"You should understand now that I am not just avenging old man Xue."
Hearing Ding Ning's voice next to his ear with his lips almost motionless, Taoist Qian opened his mouth even wider, and he wanted to shout out even more.
However, he found that, just for that one stagnation, he could no longer make any sound.
He looked at Ding Ning in great horror, fell backwards, and hit the ground with a bang.
Countless exclamations and screams sounded.
Only then did the shock and fear begin to flood.
This is a real battle of life and death, but the winner is still Ding Ning.
"How do you know the secret sword of Fanghou Mansion?"
There wasn't much shock in Jing Ruri's eyes.
Since Ding Ning has the confidence to come to this Taoist priest, she is sure that Ding Ning can win.
At this moment, there was only deep puzzlement in her eyes.
"That was not the secret sword of Fanghou Mansion, but the secret sword of Bashan Sword Field."
When Ding Ning turned around, she subconsciously felt that Ding Ning would answer her with the most frequently answered sentence, that is, "You will know later." But Ding Ning's soft answer made her stunned.
"Let's go to the tea garden."
But Ding Ning's calm words after that really shocked her.
"To the tea garden?" She subconsciously repeated these three words.
When Ding Ning walked by her side, he turned his head and glanced at her, and said softly, "It's more unbearable than losing an important teacher and friend in one day, but losing another lover, or watching that lover suffer more than dying." Still unbearable pain.”