Xue Wangxu couldn't help but shook his head, everything went as Ding Ning said just now, and it turned out that he followed Ding Ning instead.
Sometimes he can't even understand what Ding Ning's meticulous observation ability and insightful judgment are, because this ability, in addition to talent, often comes more from experience in the world.
Ding Ning held his sword across his chest, and many whispers came to his ears.
It was nothing more than a mockery that he had a broken sword in his hand.
In the corner of his eyes, Feng Qianzhuo's expression didn't change much, and the coldness in his heart became more and more intense. It's true that the days of being pampered and pampered have been too long, and I don't even know this sword.
At this time, Feng Qinghan's eyes also fell on the broken sword in Ding Ning's hand.
Even Feng Qianzhuo no longer recognizes the Mo Hua Sword that has undergone a major change due to the break. He was not yet born when the Bashan Sword Field underwent a major change, so it is naturally impossible for him to recognize this sword.
He looked at the jagged fractures and tiny cracks in the sword in Ding Ning's hand, and there was more sarcasm in the corner of his mouth.
With a soft chirp, he drew his sword.
The sword that appeared in his hand was about three feet long and extremely thin. In the center of the white blade, a black rune line extended from the hilt to the blade.
It's like a sword-shaped white paper with an ink line drawn on it.
Ding Ning frowned slowly.
He recognized this sword... This is the Danqing sword from Bashan Sword Field.
In the former Bashan Sword Field, only the most noble people were worthy of owning this sword.
Now such a sword actually appeared in Feng Qinghan's hand.
Looking at Ding Ning's frown slowly, Feng Qinghan's eyes became more colorful, he thought that Ding Ning felt great pressure because of the sword in his hand.
But his movements didn't pause too much.
"please!"
Just when his mocking voice sounded, his whole body had already turned into an afterimage, cutting a distance of several feet.
There was a loud bang!
The swords in his and Ding Ning's hands collided with each other, and countless sharp blades splashed out, and two semicircular arcs of light appeared between their bodies.
Between the light arcs, there are many flower-like light stars surging, blooming with their own power.
This stalemate is only a short moment.
In less than a breath, Feng Qinghan's figure paused slightly, the Danqing sword in his hand was still swinging forward, a layer of sword light on the sword kept surging like flowing water, while Ding Ning's brilliance was completely shattered in front of him, he The sleeve of the right hand holding the sword had already been burst into many cracks by the sword energy, and the whole person stepped back and forth sadly, stepping on the stone road with both feet alternately, and the soles of the shoes made the sound of cracking.
Feng Qianzhuo looked slightly relieved and let out a soft breath.
This first trial of the sword has already proved that although this Changling boy is not weak in swordsmanship, there is a huge gap between him and Feng Qinghan in terms of strength.
The ridicule in the eyes of the nobles from Zhushan County sitting on the mahogany chairs became even stronger.
This is the huge gap between Qi Refining Realm and True Yuan Realm.
The ordinary people of Zhushan County who were watching were still in the shock of the sword collision. They couldn't imagine that Feng Qinghan and Ding Ning's thin bodies contained such terrifying power... But no matter what, the other party was blocked by the Feng family. The young master sent his sword flying, obviously a bit lost.
All of a sudden, there were cheers and applause.
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Looking at Ding Ning who still hadn't completely stood still, Feng Qinghan's face showed more cynicism.
However, he did not follow suit.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the real essence slowly flowed out from his hand, flowing over the ink line on the white paper-like sword.
He was very focused, and slashed his sword towards the air between him and Ding Ning.
The white sword shadow cut across the air, but a black sword energy stayed in the air, motionless.
In the cold air, a black line suddenly appeared.
Seeing such a black line, many nobles in Zhushan County also felt constricted and their eyes were slightly cold.
This is clearly a rune.
Everyone in Zhushan County knows that Feng Qinghan is a practitioner with excellent qualifications, but everyone didn't know before that he majored in the Dao of Sword Talisman!
Drawing talismans with sword qi, each sword qi is a rune line, and eventually form a variety of complete talismans, which can attract more heaven and earth vitality and release stronger power.
This is the means of dual cultivation of talismans and swords, and it is also extremely difficult to master. Even if it is just painting, it is many times more difficult to paint in the empty air than to paint on yellow paper, let alone without the slightest trace. Deviation, otherwise it won't be able to resonate with the lines of vitality of heaven and earth.
Feng Qinghan's cultivation level is already higher than that of the Changling boy, and now that he has shown such amazing sword skills, what chance does this Changling boy have to win
Feng Qinghan's face was slightly mocking, but his eyes were extremely focused. He made another sword strike, and another ink-colored rune line appeared in the air in front of him.
The two runes do not intersect, but there is already an inexplicable reaction in it, and a lot of black smoke appears.
At this moment, Ding Ning stopped retreating.
The sleeve of his right hand was already in tatters, and there were even several bloodstains on the back of his hand. However, what puzzled all the onlookers was that there was still no fear on his face at this moment, and he was still blindly calm.
Looking at the two talisman lines in the air that started to emit black smoke, the broken sword in his right hand also moved forward smoothly.
The dark green sword blade seemed to be the sword gesture he was gesturing to Xue Wangxu in the carriage. As the dark green sword blade passed through rapidly, several white talisman lines suddenly appeared in the air in front of him!
All the nobles from Zhushan County who thought that Ding Ning was unreasonable were all stunned, Feng Qianzhuo's face was slightly stiff, and his pupils shrank sharply.
This is obviously also the sword talisman way!
Feng Qinghan also saw the white runes clearly for the first time, and a strong unbelievable feeling filled his body. He himself majored in this kind of swordsmanship, so he naturally knew how difficult it is to practice both sword and talisman. He started drawing talismans at the age of three, and started holding swords at the age of six. The young Changling boy actually used this method, and he seemed to be more proficient than himself, and his sword power was faster!
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Ding Ning's expression didn't change at all, the broken sword in his hand continued to pass through the air smoothly, and in just one breath, there were more than ten white talisman lines in front of him.
These more than ten white rune lines and the previous several rune lines intertwined in the air, forming a square talisman impressively.
There was a crack of "嗤"!
In the next moment, this talisman suddenly shattered, but countless cold air gathered in front of it at an unimaginable speed.
Thousands of pear trees bloom in the air, countless white ice flowers are connected together to form ice trees, pressing towards Feng Qinghan!
Feng Qinghan's face was slightly pale, and amidst a sharp roar, the Danqing Sword was drawn several times in his hand.
As several black talisman lines swept up, the sword talisman in front of him finally took shape.
With a bang, a puff of black smoke rushed forward like a dragon, and there seemed to be countless black bats running rampant inside, neighing and howling.
The unusually beautiful ice tree was instantly shattered, turning into countless ice shards and splashing backwards.
The same sword talisman, but because of the difference in cultivation base, there is also an obvious gap in strength.
However, all the people in Zhushan County did not cheer.
Because Ding Ning's sword is very fast.
In the way of sword talisman, apart from precision, the most important thing is speed.
But in this short period of time, a white sword light appeared in front of Ding Ning, and a square white sword symbol took shape again.
Countless crystal ice flakes that flew backwards in front of him were suddenly pushed to a stop in the air by a new force, and then quickly turned into countless tiny ice crystals.
More surging power erupted forward, and these ice crystals and newborn ice trees condensed together and pushed forward.
There was a strange cry.
Feng Qinghan retreated quickly, and the Danqing sword in his hand kept slashing forward.
The power of the black smoke like an ink dragon was gone, and countless blade-like pieces of ice pierced through the black smoke and shot out.
The ice flakes collided with the Danqing sword in his hand, making a tooth-piercing sound.
As he retreated, countless pieces of ice fell to the ground in front of him.
His hair and the robe on his body were also covered with snow-white shards of ice, which began to melt.
Ding Ning was still extremely calm, and he started to move forward.
In Feng Qinghan's line of sight, his figure emerged from the scattered ink dragon, and along with him was a brand new sword talisman.
The white sword talisman between the invisible and the visible gave everyone the feeling that it was like a white square seal, which was picked up by Ding Ning's sword tip and smashed towards Feng Qinghan.
Feng Qinghan screamed again, the real essence in his body poured out frantically without cherishing it, and injected it into the ink line on the white paper sword.
At the head of the sword, a black light cluster expanded rapidly, forming a black ink pool.
There was a bang.
The power of the white sword talisman was completely shattered, and Feng Qinghan's retreating figure stopped immediately.
However, what made him grit his teeth desperately, and what made him feel powerless was that he also stopped when he saw Ding Ning's figure, and a white sword symbol had already formed in front of Ding Ning.
It is also the way of the sword talisman, but the opponent's sword is too fast, so fast that I don't even have the chance to use the sword talisman again!
The complexions of all the nobles from Zhushan County sitting on the mahogany chairs became extremely ugly.
"Have you ever seen a practitioner who is so good at using sword talismans at this age? If I read correctly, this should be the Baiyang Glacier Sword Talisman Sutra in Baiyang Cave. The difficulty of this kind of sword sutra is absolutely It will not be weaker than Feng Qinghan's Bashan Molong Talisman Sword Sutra." One of the nobles said to the person beside him with a slightly cold voice.
"Previously, this young man from Changling, Tranquil, saw something extraordinary, but he never expected it to be so extraordinary. According to historical records, it is rare to see someone who can use the sword talisman so well at such an age." The man took a deep breath. Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "The cultivation base is separated from the opponent by a realm, but being beaten like this... you can also admit defeat."
Although everyone in Zhushan County hopes that Feng Qinghan can win, the conversation between these two people can represent the mood of most discerning nobles at this moment.
It's just that Feng Qinghan is not reconciled.
He doesn't want to admit defeat.
"I didn't expect you to have such strength... But from the beginning, I didn't want to defeat you, but to abolish you!"
He stared at Ding Ning fiercely, and made such a cold voice in his heart.
A trace of cruelty and ferocity emerged from the corner of his mouth.
While injecting true energy into the Danqing Sword in his hand again, his left hand moved slightly, and a purple-gold talisman slipped from his sleeve and landed on the palm of his left hand.