Ding Ning suddenly turned around...

He once again determined the idea of ​​this "fly pool" practitioner.

The target of this "Fly Pool" practitioner is all the young people in this street and alley. When it is difficult to kill him for a while, the "Fly Pool" practitioner does not have any obsession, but wants to kill Chen Yi, who is the easiest to kill in his eyes in an instant.

However, this "fly pool" practitioner ignored Xue Wangxu's existence. He ignored that even though Xue Wangxu was weaker than a normal old man, he was a great practitioner above the seventh realm!

The gray-black sword was walking quietly assassinated sword intent at this time. The sword itself did not carry much powerful force. As soon as Chen Yi rushed to the sword, he flew backwards out of the window.

The gray-black sword body looked particularly conspicuous in the dazzling pure light.

These dazzling and pure lights seemed to have a natural effect on the vitality flowing on the gray-black sword. At this time, the sword of the gray-black sword melted like black oil, and the continuous sound of blue smoke kept coming out.

From the very beginning, Ding Ning felt that these dead soldiers would not let any practitioners in this street and alley, except Changsun Qianxue, whom they didn't know, so he did not hide his strength at all. He continued to play a role at critical moments, just to attract the attention of these practitioners. However, this "fly pool" practitioner far exceeded his expectations and still did things beyond his control.

Assassination is always more active than passive defenders.

But at this time, the "Fly Pool" practitioner's miscalculation again gave him the opportunity to completely turn the situation around.

He suddenly turned around, and a black light emitting from the tip of his left finger. Everyone thought he would attack this gray-black sword that was particularly conspicuous in the bright light. Even the gray-black flying sword had a hint of fear, and he cheered up again like life and flashed upwards.

However, what everyone did not expect was that "sheep..." a series of sounds that made my scalp numb, and one after another of black sword lights rushed out with their backhands, all of which shot towards the light green sword with countless shadows lingering.

The light green sword just wanted to entangle Qiu Zaixing next to the carriage. The sword shadow trembled. Even Qiu Zaixing couldn't accurately grasp the real sword body in which sword shadow it was, and did not dare to take action at will. At this time, Ding Ning turned his back to this light green sword and made a move, so it was naturally impossible to accurately hit it.

However, more than ten black sword lights that took action at once were shockingly cold, pierced through countless light green afterimages, and instantly forced out the light green sword.

Qiu Zaixing's eyes were burning.

The practitioner in the distance roared loudly and felt the most critical moment. The body of the light green sword was so shocking that it was almost bursting.

However, it was too late.

Qiu Zaixing's fists hit him again.

Two terrifying transparent sword auras once again formed a big sword, instantly stabbing more than ten feet away, slashing heavily on the light green sword.

The light green sword was like a cry of despair and silence, and it instantly lost its power, like a piece of residual iron flying out, falling to nowhere.

The little gray-black sword that was deceived became furious. The black air on the sword was surging wildly. Dozens of black fly-like things formed outside the sword body, and they also landed straight towards Ding Ning in a pure straight line.

Ding Ning's face became extremely solemn.

A sword talisman was completed in an instant in front of him.

A big river faces the gray-black sword.

The power of his sword is too far from the power that the "fly pool" practitioner has completely demonstrated, and the river is directly penetrated.

However, he just wanted to fight for a moment to make the gray-black small sword that had already flowed out of the aura of despair at this moment slow down slightly to ensure that the next small sword of Silent Cold could hit.

A "swish" sound was soft.

Some blood was oozing out of his fingertips, and the black sword transformed by the crystal-collapsed vital energy accurately hit the tip of the gray-black sword.

The black sword instantly cracked into countless black fragments, dispersing into layers of cold aura.

The extremely gloomy gray-black sword was like a small boat in the torrential stream, but it was suddenly hit by a wave facing him and paused slightly in the air.

With just this pause, all the four or five remaining Jihan small swords in Ding Ning's body were shot out, hitting the gray-black flying sword one after another.

The flying sword's body was bent slightly unwillingly and was washed back several feet away.

Ding Ning took a deep breath.

At this time, his power was exhausted and he could no longer block any attack from the gray-black flying sword.

Next, I can only watch Qiu Zaixing.

When the gray-black flying sword became extremely violent from no smoke, Qiu Zaixing's eyes were full of tension and worry. However, when Ding Ning's first small sword of Jihan hit the gray-black flying sword, his whole body relaxed.

He knew the overall situation was decided.

The more relaxed his true energy flows, the more refreshing his true energy flows.

The comfort in his heart is hard to describe in words.

He laughed wildly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the edge of the carriage carriage. His feet exploded, and he actually dragged the carriage carriage with one hand and flew straight into the center of the street.

The wind was everywhere, and most of the surface had collapsed, spreading behind him and collapsed.

The gray-black flying sword froze slightly in the air and did not fly like anyone else for a while.

Outside the two streets and alleys, the owner of the gray-black flying sword, a man dressed in rags, shook his head and flew up. With just two rises and falls, he crossed the two streets and alleys and appeared in front of the collapsed surface.

This is a man in his forties. His face is covered with black oil and ordinary facial features, which makes people unable to leave any impression. At this moment, his hands are flowing with black fireworks.

He looked at Ding Ning with a sad and steady state, sighed in a low voice: "How could you be so calm?"

No one had time to speak in the venue. With a clamor, the wall of a shop was broken again.

A long-bearded practitioner wearing a green long gown walked out of the hole with difficulty. He held an empty white jade scabbard in his hand, looking over thirty years old and elegant.

However, at this moment, bleeding beads continued to bleed in his skin. When he had just walked out of the hole in the courtyard wall, his clothes looked clean, but after only three steps, his blue shirt was soaked in blood and turned into a blood robe.

"What kind of sword technique are you?"

The practitioner squeezed his eyes, so that the blood should not fall into his eyes, so that he could see Ding Ning's face clearly.

This cultivator was the master of the light green sword. He fought with Qiu Zaixing for a long time despite the damage. In addition, Qiu Zaixing's last blow to his flying sword, his injuries were already extremely heavy. At this time, everyone could feel that the reason why he forced himself to appear here was to look at Ding Ning before he died.

"Even if you are a sword servant who has been trained and specialized in killing flying swords, you will not be as accurate as you... I originally thought that we could rewrite history books, but I didn't expect that I would have misunderstood you."

The practitioner looked at Ding Ning with regret and a hint of admiration and said this sentence, and could no longer support him and sat down on the ground.

The scene fell into silence for a moment.

Everyone can understand his emotions and the "Fly Pool" practitioner at this time.

Even if others master the same method of star-condensing evil as Ding Ning, they can shoot out such black sword light, but in that situation, facing the oppression of the flying sword, who can be so calm?

As long as there is a slight panic and emotional fluctuation, as long as one hit is missed, the entire battle situation may be rewritten.

However, Ding Ning never made any mistakes.

This is what made him and the practitioner of the "Fly Pool" most feel moved and shocked.

"Changling is a place where real dragons are nurtured, and generations of amazing sons emerge one after another. I just wanted to get rid of these few, but I didn't expect to underestimate them..."

The beggar-like practitioner sighed deeply.

"It's almost time."

He felt the breath faintly coming from the air around him, bowed to Qiu Zaixing, and said, "This last sword, I want to see Mr. Qiu's unparalleled sword in Lingxu Sword Sect."

Qiu Zaixing understood the meaning of this "fly pool" practitioner, and his face became extremely solemn.

In the next moment, the true energy in his body surged out, but countless heaven and earth energy surged and gathered in his right hand.

His right hand turned bronze.

The qi and blood in his body also seemed to be burning, and terrifying power burst out from every inch of flesh and blood.

In just one step, he arrived in front of this "fly pool" practitioner.

His right hand was a sword, which fell straight into the other person's chest.

This "fly pool" practitioner felt the extremely fierce sword intent that he had never encountered before, and a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

The gray-black little sword had already fallen into his hand. As the sword body was drawn up, countless black vital energy condensed into particles, like a fountain or countless fly insects flying out, crashing into Qiu Zaixing's body.

In the next moment, the black spring in front of him was completely destroyed by Qiu Zaixing's sword.

The body of this "fly pool" practitioner exploded like a ripe watermelon, sprinkling countless blood waves in the streets and alleys.

Zhang Yi looked unbearable and felt a little embarrassed.

Ding Ning didn't like these bloody smells and held his breath, but he knew very well that the dignified death in battle was the best outcome for this "fly pool" practitioner.

Qiu Zaixing stopped, and a strong sense of fatigue began to sweep his body.

He took a deep breath and knew that he could no longer deal with any practitioner in the fifth realm. He turned his head and saw that the practitioner in the blue shirt who had fallen to the ground had already died of death. The blood dripping from his mouth and nose obviously turned into a dark color because of the toxic effect of self-acceptance. He felt a lot of flowing breaths. He knew that this place was absolutely safe.

But what made him feel abnormal was that, logically speaking, practitioners from seven realms should have arrived at this time.

Changling is square, and the streets and alleys are divided like tofu blocks. Although outsiders may not know it, he is very clear that the two high-ranking figures will naturally be dispatched on weekdays, ensuring that there is a seven-level practitioner in many blocks.

Even though Bai Shanshui was singing and fighting on the verge of sings that day, things happened in a hurry, Ye Celen arrived just one step away.
Chapter completed!