Any sword technique, including flying sword, will have the most reasonable response to the opponent's various weapons and attacks in different ways.
Picking, pulling, teasing, stabbing, slashing, dragging, knocking, shaking... the sword moves composed of various sword moves are practiced proficiently in ordinary times, and when faced with attacks, they will naturally use the most reasonable moves. To deal with it with one move is the most effective way to inflict damage on the enemy, without hindering one's own counterattack with the next sword.
However, there is a big difference in the emphasis of various sword scriptures. For example, the horse-killing sword formula and the heavy stone sword scripture that are common in the Great Qin Army only pursue the power of a sword, and the wind-chasing sword technique pursues the absolute power of stabbing. speed. Different emphasis has resulted in the simplicity and complexity of the sword techniques recorded in various sword scriptures.
Wildfire Sword Classic is a very unpopular sword scripture, not many people practice it, so this masked man in black sitting on the cold steps did not recognize it, but he could see that this sword technique pays attention to many aspects, and every There are five or six different changes in the sword handing out to deal with the opponent's various offensive methods, and many changes that can bring out the follow-up.
This makes the sword moves of this kind of sword technique extraordinarily dense and complex. In a small area, it seems that there is always a field of weeds expanding, and then wildfires rise from it to hurt people at any time.
However, the extremely cumbersome swordsmanship is sometimes not simple and direct enough, and the force is not smooth enough, and the speed and power are greatly insufficient. The most important thing is that the more cumbersome it is, the more difficult it is to master.
There are some sword formulas that don’t care about the opponent’s attack, just slash with one sword, but the wild fire sword scripture, when facing the opponent’s horizontal slash, there are probably at least five or six different ways to deal with it when you charge forward , Sometimes there are too many coping methods, but you will hesitate, and you will think about which one to use, and you can't help but think about what kind of sword move you will follow after using that one.
The reason why Ding Ning won the heartfelt admiration of the masked man in black at this time was because his sword moves did not hesitate or drag.
He is obviously good at defense, and the complicated and complicated swordsmanship that is weak in counterattack, in his hands, unexpectedly has the taste of a fierce decisive kill.
According to the information obtained by the masked man in black, the boy from the wine shop had only been practicing in Baiyang Cave for more than 20 days. To have such an understanding of such complicated sword scriptures, even the Minshan Sword Sect And most of the new disciples of Lingxu Sword Sect would find it difficult to do it.
It's just that the more admirable the talent shown by this wine shop boy, the more he must die here today.
Ding Ning's lips were tightly pursed, and the broken sword in his hand cut the throat of the person in front of him without mercy.
The man had just swung a saber, the sudden loss of air and blood in his throat made him suddenly unable to breathe, unable to even howl and fell forward.
Since then, six people have fallen around him.
It's just that this kind of fierce battle is a heavy burden on his cultivation base and body at this time.
His breath was already hot.
In the night sky above him, more than a dozen stray lights suddenly appeared.
His feet suddenly stopped, and he exerted his strength again. His thin body passed through the armpit of the person in front of him like lightning, and the broken sword in his right hand swung backhand, cutting a huge wound on the person's waist. .
In the darkness, the assassin let out a beast-like howl.
Because of this sword, the movement of his whole body paused.
It was at this pause that more than ten stray lights fell, and there was a continuous sound of puff puff puff, and more than ten arrows pierced his body fiercely, bringing out more than ten balls of blood mist.
Seven people fell down in an instant, and even the dozen or so assassins behind the alley became extremely pale, and it was difficult to move their feet.
"He also said that he is an iron-blooded man who is used to big scenes, so he is afraid of being killed. He is not even as good as ordinary soldiers of the Qin army. A bandit is a bandit, and he can't get on the stage."
The masked man in a bun stood up talking to himself.
The moment he stood up, Ding Ning felt something strange. In the darkness, the eyes of this masked man in black began to glow like jewels, and even his skin began to glow like fireflies.
Ding Ning's body became a little stiff, and his heart beat violently. He knew that the truly terrifying enemy had finally appeared.
The moment the masked man in black started to move, all the assassins who blocked the long alley with long pennies, all backed away, except for those who were lying on the ground and could no longer get up. .
The masked man in black jumped over the retreating people, facing Ding Ning who stopped there and started to breathe, his mocking eyes glanced at the corpses around Ding Ning's body, and said seriously: "It's such a cruel method, if you don't see it with your own eyes , I will never believe that this is from the hands of a practitioner who has only started practicing for less than a month."
Ding Ning hung down the final foil sword in his right hand, letting the blood on the sword drip down along the cracks. He adjusted his breathing, calmly looked at the masked man in black and asked, "Who are you?"
"You must want to know who wants to kill you, but it's a pity that I have no comment. If these people can kill you, then I can just sit there and watch, and I can get the same price." The masked man in black smiled Laughing, "I'm just the one responsible for killing you."
Ding Ning didn't say anything more, because the masked man in black had already started to move again.
No matter why the other party is interested in saying these two sentences to me, it is obvious that the other party will not waste any time.
He took a deep breath and didn't try to escape, because facing a practitioner who had already reached the Realm Realm, running away would only make him die faster.
The eyes of the masked man in black tended to be absolutely calm and murderous, and a murderous murderous aura emanated from him.
His steps were very steady, and the frequency seemed to be exactly the same, but his figure was getting faster and faster. When the third step was lifted, his feet had completely left the ground, and the whole person flew forward.
The right hand of the masked man in black moved slightly, a surge of heaven and earth vitality gushed out of his body, and his entire sleeve seemed to burst, but in the next instant, nothing appeared in his hand. The reflection of the blade.
His hands are empty, there is no sword on the side of his waist, and there is no sword on his back.
A thin piece of yellow paper fluttered out from his sleeve.
Seeing such a fluffy piece of yellow paper, Ding Ning's eyes narrowed suddenly, a bitter chill surged from the bottom of his heart, his feet slipped, and his whole body retreated as fast as possible. At the same time, the broken sword in his hand continued to slap, and slapped forward sharply, trying to exhaust the air in front of him as much as possible.
Countless dark green horizontal swords and sword shadows formed in front of him like rows of branches of miscellaneous trees.
The flimsy yellow paper flew out of the sleeve of the masked man in black, and with a soft chirp in the air, it scattered into countless tiny ashes.
These ashes spread out, but the traces brought out by the true essence contained in them burned violently in an instant, forming a terrifying fireball with a diameter of Zhang Xu in an instant.
Ding Ning closed his eyes, and his left hand also fell on the hilt of the sword, and at this moment, he took another sword shadow forward.
There was a bang.
The cold streets and alleys were full of endless dryness, and countless scattered flames flew a few feet away in the air, and disappeared completely strangely.
Ding Ning's whole body flew upside down behind the disintegrating fireball.
Countless scorched black holes instantly appeared in the Aries Cave robe on his body, and even several scorched marks appeared on his immature face.
The tiger's mouth of his hands was completely torn, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.
However, there was no expression of panic on his face.
Looking at Ding Ning who was still holding the sword tightly, the masked black-haired man frowned slightly.
This blow did not directly kill Ding Ning, it was beyond his best estimate.
At this moment, he didn't want to have any more accidents, so he took a deep breath, and the true energy in his body gushed out again.
From the sleeve of his right hand, another piece of yellow paper flew out.
This thin piece of yellow paper did not appear weightless like the first piece of yellow paper, nor did it disappear directly. On the contrary, this piece of yellow paper fell hard like an extremely heavy gold brick. on the ground.
There was a muffled bang.
Dozens of bluestones on the ground suddenly cracked, and the underground soil exploded. Every piece of bluestone and soil was infused with the energy of heaven and earth, and became extremely heavy. They all jumped up and pressed towards Ding Ning.
The broken sword in Ding Ning's hand turned into a sword shadow again.
Picking, chopping, chopping, chopping... All kinds of sword methods formed a dense sword posture in front of him.
Countless dull voices sounded.
He took more than ten steps back.
A piece of broken bluestone hit his ribs heavily.
With a "poof", a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
The masked black-haired man's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the light of surprise and shock flashed again in his eyes.
Ding Ning was only injured and survived his blow!
"You can't do it anymore... What are you waiting for... This kind of persistence will only make you more painful before you die."
The complicated emotions caused by this accident made the masked black-haired man hold a piece of yellow talisman paper with his right hand again, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Ding Ning still didn't make a sound.
He just took a deep breath and raised his sword to his eyebrows.
The coldness between the masked black-haired man's eyebrows made his eyebrows seem to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
He let out a low shout, and the true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth erupted from his hand, blowing out the talisman paper in his hand.
The talisman disappeared without a trace the moment it flew out of his sleeve.
Then the snow started falling in front of him.
Pieces of pure white snowflakes formed in the air.
The edge of each snowflake becomes sharper and sharper.