"We need to destroy those runes."
The eldest grandson Qianxue frowned, looking behind those huge black shadows.
Most of the loads dragged by those snow jerseys have been unloaded and turned into a talisman vessel standing on the ice.
The "Heavenly Slaughter", which has reflected the entire lake surface in a dark green at this moment, is just one of them.
The threat of these talismans is far greater than the huge black shadows surging on the ice.
"No need. These people only have the ability to use these symbols once."
Ding Ning turned to look at her and shook his head, "They also only want to use these talismans once."
The old monk squinted his eyes slightly, and raised his head to look at the dark green flame. Even though the pupils of his eyes were reflected green, he still clearly judged which of the streams would cause damage to him, Ding Ning, and Changsun Qianxue. real threat.
He raised the wooden stick in his hand, and swung it a few times towards the sky above.
Aggressive!
Countless terrifying dull impact sounded at the same time at this moment.
The dark green flame that covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible for the great masters above the Seventh Realm to swipe out of its enveloping range in an instant, turned into countless sparks rushing upwards following his simple pricking. .
This piece of upward sparks collided with the various flames from the successor talisman again, sending out various explosions in the sky, and in an instant a terrifying long river was formed in midair, gathering countless people who could kill people. His body was easily torn into shattered flames of various colors.
These flames flickered, giving people a feeling of disillusionment.
The face of the old monk also seemed to be disillusioned in the flames.
At this moment, there was a brief pause in his movements.
When Li Xixing appeared in front of him with the letter, his stagnant realm of hard work and cultivation loosened, and he was in a wonderful state of constantly breaking through every breath. At this time, he was infinitely close to the state when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, and the time and space in his mind seemed to be brought back to the old Changling. Many scenes that were even difficult to recall broke into his world abruptly. .
There are countless swords and sword intents in these pictures, and the clearest one is naturally Wang Jingmeng's simple and powerful sword intents that seem unreasonable.
At the moment when there was a brief pause in his movements, a crimson flying sword had pierced through the air, and the shadow of fireworks on the flying sword had been reflected on his forehead.
Ding Ning coughed lightly, and his eyes naturally fell on the crimson flying sword.
The wooden stick in the old monk's hand, which was stagnant in the air, naturally followed the light cough and pierced Ding Ning's gaze.
The crimson flying sword trembled countless times in a very short period of time, creating countless possible stabbing routes, and the light and shadow on the edge of the sword even twisted and tangled together, like a crimson ball of thread.
However, the old monk's wooden staff seemed to have foreseen the next move of the flying sword, even the direction of the stick's stabbing did not change, and it easily pierced the crimson flying sword that came first.
With a puff, the crimson flying sword shot out all the true energy, and all the true energy of the owner of the flying sword was forced out.
The flying sword flew upside down and pierced into the left shoulder of a rider who was rushing on the back of a snow jelly.
The rider is throwing a spear with all his strength.
The flying sword pierced the rider's left shoulder, and the rider fell backwards and fell to the ground. His body was instantly trampled into plasma by the snow jelly behind him, but the spear in his hand was thrown out, deflected, It deeply penetrated a rider in front of him and the snow jelly under him, and nailed them to the ice.
A snowjack at the back couldn't catch up, and slammed into the snowjack nailed to the ice again, making a teeth-stinging sound, and the rider above was thrown into the sky above like a stone in an instant. Flying out, he encountered some flowing flames falling from the sky, and the inside of his body burned out.
Ding Ning didn't look at these pictures, his eyes fell on an empty space in front of the old monk.
The tip of the old monk's staff also stabbed towards that place naturally.
In that empty place, a thin gray flying sword appeared, like a moth flying into a flame, it hit the tip of the old monk's staff.
The thin piece of the flying sword broke from it, breaking into two uneven pieces, and flew out obliquely, one of which landed on the neck of a rider, easily cutting off the rider's head.
Ding Ning still didn't look there.
His eyes kept falling on the old monk's body, and the old monk's wooden stick fell with his eyes.
The movement of the stick was smooth and natural, and the old monk's whole body, including the perception of his thoughts, became naturally smoother than ever before.
He grasped the sword intent used by Wang Jingmeng when he entered Changling in the past, the easiest and fastest way to kill people, but at this moment it was still a little hard to understand, when his wooden stick followed Ding Ning's gaze again When he was about to fall, he turned his head and asked in a very respectful tone: "How could it be so fast?"
"The real speed is not just the ultimate speed that can be achieved by the coordination of our own body and true energy. The speed of our own movements lies in conforming to the direction of the vitality of the world around us. Walking with the wind is always faster than walking against the wind."
Ding Ning withdrew his gaze, looked at his pupils seeking knowledge, and said: "The real way to follow the trend is not only to follow the direction of the vitality of the world, but also to follow the direction of the other party. Your speed plus the other party's speed, That's the real fastest."
The old monk had an epiphany and laughed, "So that's how it is."
Ding Ning also laughed, "The exercises you cultivate are different. With your self-cultivation method and this sword scripture from Bashan Sword Field, even the old Wang Jingmeng is not as fast as you."
"Even if it is faster than you, it will definitely not be as high as you. If this kind of sword intent has not reached this level of cultivation, and you carry it like this... Otherwise, even if you know this truth, who can learn it? Who can use such a sword intent again?"
The old monk bowed and saluted according to Changling etiquette, and then turned around.
When he and Ding Ning had finished the conversation and the salute, most of the Xueji who had rushed over had fallen down.
Ding Ning's eyes no longer fell around the old monk.
The old monk no longer needs his carrying strap.
Although the stabbing of the old monk's wooden staff seemed very clear and did not give people the feeling of amazing speed, it was actually the fastest in the world.
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The edge of the lake at the other end.
The ghostly army remained motionless.
Even when all the snowjacks and riders on the snowjack died and turned into sculptures on the ice, this army was always waiting quietly.
It wasn't until the lights of all the talismans were completely extinguished, and the frozen lake fell into darkness again, that a lieutenant who was following the leading general in the army bowed deeply to the general, and said softly: "No one can withstand the blow of this ascetic monk, so many people will die tonight... But it doesn't matter, as long as you can live, General."