Ding Ning's pupils were also stained white by these white snowflakes.
The opponent's blow just now had already broken two of his ribs and caused considerable damage to his internal organs.
He also knew very well that even if he used his real cultivation from the beginning, he might not be able to kill this masked man in black.
Because the other party turned out to be a relatively rare talisman master in Changling.
Moreover, the other party reported the idea of a quick battle when he made the first move, so the move was a talisman that consumed a lot of real energy. This kind of pure realm power crushed him, making him unable to compete.
However, he is not an ordinary practitioner. His perception of certain auras, especially the auras he is familiar with, is much stronger than the talisman master opposite him.
The indifference and calmness on his face is real indifference and calmness.
Because he was indeed waiting for an opportunity to kill this talisman master at close range.
And the opportunity is now!
Just when these pure white snowflakes were formed with the condensed energy of heaven and earth, floating above his head, and the edges began to sharpen but not sharp enough, a gray shadow came silently from the masked man in black. It floated down from the eaves beside him.
The thought power of the masked man in black is controlling the snowflakes in front of him, but he is a strong man who has been killed for a long time. At this moment, he keenly felt the killing intent from behind, thinking that this is another time he has not Unexpectedly, an angry scream came out of his mouth, and a short sword that did not reflect the slightest light in the dark night suddenly appeared in his left hand that had been kept in his sleeve, and stabbed at the gray figure rushing from behind. .
Although it was a hasty response, the moment the sword stabbed out, a layer of strong real energy surged from the body of the black dagger, and with a bang, a straight sword energy rushed from the tip of the sword sharply. out, piercing the cold air fiercely, as if the short sword had instantly turned into a thick, straight black spear.
However, what the masked man in black didn't expect was that the gray shadow behind him didn't dodge the sword at all. Instead, he used his entire chest to press the sword towards him, and at the same time, an extremely fierce Jian Guang also slashed fiercely towards the back of his neck!
This masked black-clothed talisman master would never be afraid of such a vicious attack, but he knew that he couldn't easily die here, so he let out another angry growl from his throat, and his feet kicked. The true energy surged, and the whole person turned into a fallen leaf in an instant. In the extremely tight time, he gently floated to one side, avoiding the sneak attack behind him.
Ding Ning is already advancing!
At the same time that the talisman master stabbed back with his left sword, his body had already rushed forward. He didn't breathe, but held his breath, trying to burst out all his strength in an instant.
The heavy snowflakes still paused in the air, and at the moment when the edges were not sharp enough, countless thin bloody mouths were cut on his face and hands, but his movements did not stop at all, just at this moment. While the masked black-clothed talisman floated more than ten feet away like fallen leaves, he was already less than a foot away from this talisman.
The masked black-clothed talisman screamed sharply, and swept his whole body towards the eaves on one side. At the same time, his thoughts were concentrated in the area between him and Ding Ning again.
He already felt that he was getting more and more out of control here, and he didn't want to care about the desperate swordsman behind him at all, he just wanted to kill Ding Ning in an instant, and then left.
Those white flakes shook again, about to turn into a terrible snowstorm.
At this moment, Ding Ning has already drawn his sword.
There was a sword shadow in front of him, and in the dark green flame, it was like a white wildfire burning.
There is still a distance between him and the masked black-clothed talisman master, and the sword in his hand is only two feet long. With his current state, it is impossible to touch the other party.
However, at this very moment, the face of the masked black-clothed talisman master burst into sharp pain, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
When the icy chill seeped into his flesh and blood, he realized in an instant that Ding Ning actually slapped many snowflakes with his sword force, and bounced to his face at an astonishing speed.
What made him even more chilling and unbelievable was that at the moment when his eyes couldn't be opened, his mental power couldn't perceive the existence of Ding Ning!
In his perception, only the sword master rushing madly behind him.
All the aura on Ding Ning's body seemed to have disappeared out of thin air!
A bloody smell suddenly surged from under him.
The black-clothed talisman finally realized something, opened his eyes forcefully, shouted sharply, and sliced the black dagger in his left hand downwards.
In his blurred vision, he could only see the dark green broken sword obliquely piercing into his right inner thigh!
His black dagger burst out with powerful sword energy again.
However, it was too late, the coolness of Sen Leng had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The dark green broken sword cut through several of his important blood vessels extremely quickly, and withdrew sharply, bringing out a fountain of blood!
The black-clothed talisman's eyes were horrified, and he turned the black dagger in his hand, slashing down towards Ding Ning's head.
There was a bang.
Ding Ning's body flew backwards again.
The black-clothed talisman's eyes widened to the extreme in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that Ding Ning was still alive.
He couldn't believe that Ding Ning could still block his own sword to fight back under such circumstances.
At this moment, the sword light in the hand of the gray shadow behind him has fallen behind him again.
Because of the natural gap in realm, the sleeve of the black-clothed talisman master's right hand was brushed back fiercely, and a wave of true essence carried dozens of pieces of talisman snow that had not yet fully formed, rushing fiercely on the road behind him like a big wave. Gray Shadow's body.
puff!
A muffled sound came out first.
The clothes on this gray shadow's chest were all shattered by the slap of the true essence.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen hissing voices sounded.
More than a dozen long and narrow blood holes appeared on the flesh and blood on this gray shadow's chest, and the shattered white snow powder could be vaguely seen melting rapidly.
However, this gray shadow is indescribably brave.
Under such lucidity, he only let out a brazen muffled groan in his throat.
The long sword in his hand was only slightly deviated from some direction, and slashed into the left shoulder of the masked black-clothed talisman master.
The masked black-clothed talisman's eyes suddenly changed, and he howled like a doomed beast.
The black dagger in his left hand pierced the gray shadow's heart. However, due to the dizziness caused by the massive blood loss in his thigh and the impact of the power on his left shoulder, his sword also deviated and pierced into the gray shadow. Shadow's shoulder socket.
The gray shadow also roared fiercely.
The long sword in his hand was raised again, slashing down continuously.
One sword!
Two swords!
A puff of blood continued to spurt from the shoulder and neck of the masked black-clothed talisman master.
The masked black-clothed talisman fell to the ground, unable to stand, and fell to his knees directly under the pressure of the sword.
The dagger in his left hand was raised, and the five fingers of his right hand were shaking constantly.
However, whether it was the short sword in his left hand or the true essence in his right hand, they still lacked a little strength and could not be stretched out.
puff!
puff!
When the fifth sword fell, he finally sat down slumped, his hands hanging down.
The last consciousness in his mind was full of regret and incomprehension.
Because in tonight's plan, he shouldn't have shot at all, but seeing Ding Ning's performance, seeing that these quacks couldn't kill Ding Ning, he violated the order. He thought that he could definitely kill Ding Ning and leave quickly, but he didn't think that this was his end.
He was not afraid of death, but he was overwhelmed with regret at the thought of the troublesome and dire consequences it might bring to the Master he respected.
At the same time, what made it difficult for him to understand when he was about to die was... how could Ding Ning control the aura on his body without any trace of it being exposed at that moment, even to the point where the aura in his body disappeared? What kind of exercises did he practice
The last remaining white flakes in the air collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
Gray Shadow didn't stop there.
He slashed fiercely at the shoulder and neck of this talisman master again with a sword. The true energy in this talisman master's body had completely disintegrated, and this sword directly chopped off the head of this talisman master, flying obliquely rise.
Seeing such a scene, the gray shadow finally let go of the long sword in his hand, swayed, and walked towards Ding Ning who had fallen to the ground with difficulty.
Ding Ning looked at the approaching gray figure, suppressed the uncomfortable feeling of vomiting in his viscera, and an unspeakable wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This swordsman in gray clothes is the one Wang Taixu sent to send him to Baiyang Cave.
He didn't even specifically ask the sword master's name, but he felt that this sword master was only a second-level middle-level cultivation base.
Unexpectedly, in this street, he and such a quack figure would kill a talisman master who had cultivated at the top of the third realm!
At this time, he felt an unusually familiar breath approaching.
It wasn't until this time that he was finally sure that he was safe.
Then, in the darkness, he silently shook his head in the direction of that breath.
In his heart, he really wanted to be able to lean on his grandson Qianxue's arms at this moment.
Because he was indeed weak, tired, and cold at this time.
However, he knew very well that if he wanted to survive in Changling, Changsun Qianxue had better not even enter this street.
After shaking his head, he took a look at the Mo Hua Remnant Sword still in his hand, and said softly in his heart, fortunately, he didn't reach the real end.
Then he raised his head, looked at the gray-shirted swordsman who was walking hard, and asked, "How are you... why are you here?"
The realm of cultivation can be considered low in Changling, but the eyes of the gray-shirted swordsman who killed a practitioner who was good at using talismans together with Ding Ning were also full of joy, but more It is shock and admiration.
"I can't die."
He took out two wound medicines from his sleeve, handed one to Ding Ning first, then sat down beside Ding Ning, and swallowed one by himself, "Mr. Nearby, I will try my best to protect you and Miss Qianxue, the eldest grandson."
After entering the wound medicine, there was finally a hint of warmth in his chest and abdomen. Ding Ning coughed lightly. He knew that since the gray-shirted swordsman finally appeared, more people from two floors would come to deal with the aftermath. , he looked at the grey-shirted swordsman who was also seriously injured, and said slowly: "Wang Taixu is very affectionate, I told him not to take care of me anymore, he still keeps you here...but in this way, I I owe you love, I owe you my life."
"You're welcome, sir." The gray-shirted swordsman said in a weary but sincere whisper, "Your life was saved by yourself. I know you are a genius, but I didn't expect you to be so short-lived." With his practice, he already possesses such terrifying swordsmanship."
"I haven't asked your name yet." Ding Ning said softly.
"I'm at the Jing Demon Sect." The gray-shirted swordsman replied.
Ding Ning looked at him, "What a unique name...the name contains magic words, are you from the Yuezhi Kingdom?"
Gray-shirted sword master Jing Mozong nodded, "My parents are both slaves of the Yuezhi Kingdom."
The Yuezhi Kingdom is a small border country outside the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is also a tribute state subject to the Great Qin Dynasty. The horse slaves are all slaves of the nobles. As the descendants of the horse slaves, they can have freedom in Changling. with a sword. Ding Ning knew that there must be Wang Taixu's kindness in it.
"You are very good at using a sword. As long as you can live in Changling for a long time, you will definitely become a strong swordsman." Ding Ning looked at him and said this seriously.
Jing Mozong was taken aback.
He thought it was impossible, but he also felt that there was a strange meaning in Ding Ning's tone.
"Where might these people come from?" He turned his head to look at Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's gaze had already rested on the body of the black-clothed talisman master.