This is not a threat, but a pure statement of facts, unless it is a cultivator above the Seven Realms, unless it is an assassination that escapes with one blow, it is absolutely impossible for any cultivator of the Five Realms and Six Realms to stay here to make it out of Changling.

Although Changling has no walls, it is more terrifying than almost all cities that have walls.

However, the yellow-robed young man did not have the slightest panic and anxiety, but with calm and satisfaction, he glanced at the corner tower and the sky in the distance, and said: "We never thought of escaping from here, we only need a period of time that allows us to complete our mission, I think you should also understand by now that the reason why we are all cultivating like this is because we can not attract the attention of the watchers on the corner tower so quickly." ”

Qiu Zaixing's brows frowned slightly, and he subconsciously spit out two words: "Dead man." ”

There was even a hint of a smile on the face of the yellow-robed young man, and he said slowly: "It is worth it to exchange our lives for the lives of these young people. ”

His smile is sincere, but in reality it is cruel and tragic.

Qiu Zaixing's eyebrows slowly raised, and he said indifferently: "Any dead soldier is a victim of a conspiracy, I just want to know what you want to do now to delay so deliberately?"

At this time, the two flying swords were still entangled on the eaves, and the sword qi tore countless pieces of roof tiles, and the yellow-robed young man was talking for a long time at this time, which was indeed delaying time.

The yellow-robed young man still only smiled slightly, and said, "I'm delaying time, and what I'm waiting for is now." ”

At the same time as these words came out, he raised the paper fan in his hand.

When the paper fan opened, it was not a fan with exquisite patterns drawn, but more than a dozen yellow rune papers flew out.

At the same time, all the accumulated power in the yellow-robed young man's body gushed out at this moment, injecting into these more than ten rune papers.

Because the gushing was too violent, countless drops of essence blood even seeped out of the skin of the yellow-robed youth, spreading out like peach blossoms in the air, and in addition to the fanatical look exuded by the yellow-robed young man's eyes, his body was like a withered flower, and he instantly lost his spirit.

Qiu Zaixing's color changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Fu Master!"

Zhang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.

Changling is almost not good at talismans.

Just the material of the rune paper and the blending of rune ink are like alchemy, which has to go through countless processes, and the runes on the rune paper are also an extremely profound knowledge. Only in the Great Yan Dynasty, which was the farthest away from the Great Qin Dynasty and was rich in silver candle grass and ink dragon toad, and many other materials suitable for refining rune paper and ink materials, many sects with talismans for cultivation and battle were naturally formed.

Especially this method of casting more than ten runes at one time seems to be possible only for the cultivators of some powerful sects of the Great Yan Dynasty!

In Qiu Zaixing's loud shouts, more than ten thin pieces of rune paper had disappeared, turning into an incomparably turbulent heaven and earth vitality.

On the ground beneath him, countless small storms suddenly rolled up, like countless transparent ropes, firmly binding his body.

The terrifying power continued to seep into his body.

Qiu Zaixing's face instantly turned blood red.

A golden iron tremor sounded from his body, and his entire body exuded a chilling sword intent, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a big sword.

However, his complexion changed again.

The power of this yellow-robed young man at this moment was extremely fierce, and he couldn't break free at all.

Almost subconsciously, his mind swept behind him.

In the shadows behind him, a gray-black flying sword floated like a ghost.

The reason why it is said to float out is because this flying sword, which is similar in color to the mosquito's legs, does not have any fireworks at all, not only does it not even have the slightest vitality and sword energy flying out, but it does not even have any wind and sound.

Even if he appeared in Qiu Zaixing's perception now, he couldn't feel where this flying sword flew from or where the owner of this flying sword was.

Any flying sword has the traction of telekinesis and the vitality of heaven and earth, and it is just like a puppet controlled by the line, but this flying sword is like a puppet that is still walking freely after being disconnected.

The yellow-robed young man waited, just waiting for the flying sword to sneak close to his side.

All the power of these runes was just to immobilize him, and he couldn't avoid this flying sword.

His strength far surpassed that of everyone in this room, with him blocking the carriage before, even if there were a few more flying swords on the eaves, it was impossible to really threaten the people in the carriage, but these dead soldiers obviously didn't know his identity until he made a move!

These dead men had apparently made an accurate estimate of his strength, and had designed such a blow in the first place!

At this time, it is reasonable that there will be at least two flying swords that can save him from danger, but none of them have appeared now.

This can only show that the two powerful beings who secretly protect this carriage like themselves have also been dealt with.

Qiu Zaixing's heart was so cold at this moment that it was difficult to describe in words.

Not because of his own imminent death, but because he couldn't imagine the uproar that would be caused if the people in the carriage were assassinated here today.

Without a flying sword, it is impossible to keep up with the speed of the flying sword.

The flying sword on the eaves had also felt the crisis of Qiu Zaixing at this time, but it was suppressed by the flying sword that had become more ferocious, and it could not be recovered.

Seeing the gray-black flying sword flying towards Qiu Zaixing's back, Qiu Zaixing was already unable to get rid of the fate of being pierced through the chest by a sword.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning let go of Zhang Yi's sleeve and took a step forward to the left side.

He raised his left hand.

With a snort, a black sword light rushed out from his fingertips, turning into a black meteor at an astonishing speed, hitting the gray-black flying sword.

There was a faint cracking sound, and the black sword light was directly shattered into dozens of pieces, but the gray-black flying sword that flew silently was also smashed more than ten feet, and even penetrated the courtyard wall of the backyard of the noodle shop and flew out.

Dozens of black shards splashed on Qiu Zaixing's back, and the cold air penetrated into his body like countless ice needles, and the hair on the back of his head was instantly covered with a strange cyan frost.

His body was even colder, but in his eyes, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared.

With a bang, he agitated Zhenyuan even more violently, fighting with the invisible ropes bound to his body.

The yellow-robed young man looked at Ding Ning in disbelief, and was so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth again.

In the streets and alleys in the distance, there were faint exclamations.

The mood of all those involved in this assassination was shaken.

No one thought that Ding Ning would be able to block such a killer sword.

A sword temporarily solves the nirvana of Qiu Zaixing, but Ding Ning does not have any joy in his heart.

Because this was obviously a flying sword technique from the Great Qi Dynasty's "Fly Pool", even if he sensed the location of some cultivators at this time, he couldn't sense where this sword-casting cultivator was lurking at all.

If this cultivator could not be killed, then this silent flying sword would still be an extremely deadly threat to everyone in this alley.

At this time, there was no way to perceive the cultivator's position, so he could only force him to make a more skillful move.

It was only when the power that was concentrated on the flying sword was more intense that he was able to perceive where the cultivator was.

"Senior brother, kill that talisman master!"

So Ding Ning shouted loudly, held the sword in his hand, and rushed towards Qiu Zaixing.

There was a crackling sound of "snort".

It was as if the brocade robe had been torn apart suddenly, and there were once again traces of a flying sword breaking through the air in the cold air full of murderous intent.

A thin silver flying sword fell frantically from between the buildings in the distance towards Ding Ning's head.

Looking at another flying sword, Zhang Yi, whose face was already extremely pale, dared to mother-in-law, coupled with Ding Ning's fierce drink with the slightest poignant meaning that he could not refuse, he also took a step forward and flew out at the same time, with a loud shout, the long sword in his hand had already stabbed out into the sky above.

Humidity fills the streets.

In the sky above the sycamore, countless crystalline rain lines appeared again, and countless small swords fell.

Meanwhile.

The silver-white light flying sword was already approaching the surging Ding Ning's body.

There was a suppressed exclamation in the carriage.

The light flying sword that fell like an arrow suddenly folded, and the incredible flat flying Xu fell behind Ding Ning and accelerated again.

Ding Ning took out his sword.

The remnant sword in his hand slashed backwards.

A white sword light rose up like a white ram's horn.

With a pop, the widest part of the white sheep's horn happened to be against the flying sword.

The flying sword cut in, cutting off the white sheep's horn-like sword qi, and still slashed at Ding Ning's body strongly.

However, the momentum of the last flower sword in Ding Ning's hand was not finished, and the tip of the remnant sword was extremely accurate in picking the flying sword.

With a loud shout, this flying sword, which had consumed a lot of strength and had no time to penetrate with stronger strength, was so forcibly provoked that it flew over Ding Ning's head.

Countless rain lines fell on the yellow-robed young man's body at this time.

The yellow-robed young man had already exhausted all his true elements, and he was powerless to stop it at this time.

Puff puff puff...

His clothes were in tatters, his body was covered with countless tiny blood holes, and his whole body could no longer stand, and he fell to the ground like a pile of rotten flesh.

Such a picture appeared at the same time, and the performance of the two young people in Wutongluo could be said to be unexpected and shocking, which made Qiu Zaixing almost cry out in ecstasy.

However, at this moment, on Ding Ning's side, in the ditch under the eaves, a strange color floated out silently, which was the gray-black flying sword.

Ding Ning had just blocked the blow of another flying sword with all his might, and at this time, this flying sword was coming... How could he possibly be able to stop it?

Seeing that the young man in the wine shop who had just saved himself once was about to die, Qiu Zaixing's ecstatic shout instantly turned into an extremely angry roar.

His body shook violently in an instant.

Countless layers of power continued to impact, like a sword and its scabbard rubbing violently.

Blood dripped from his mouth and nose.

However, the invisible vitality rope cast at the cost of the life of the yellow-robed young man was extremely strong, and even so, it only made a faint cracking sound, and it did not completely disintegrate immediately.

Ding Ning's eyes were unusually calm at this time.

The remnant sword in his right hand was still moving upward, but his left hand was already pointing at the gray-black flying sword.

Snort.

Then there was a faint snap, and the little sword that flew out of his fingertips slashed the flying sword again, shaking it out again.

(I went out for a wedding wine today, and I ran outside for a day, so although I have finished writing a chapter now, I am still too tired, and it is a weekend, so I try to convince myself to be lazy, and I will have one more today, and I owe one more, and I should owe four more.) Will definitely spell it out, clenched fists to promise. ）