Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the hoarfrost on the dead vines is getting thicker and thicker like snow.

In a stone room in the Qingteng Sword Academy, Nangong Caishu sat with her head slightly down.

Countless invisible Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi flew around her, and a lot of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi fell on her body, penetrating into her clothes, and falling on her skin.

This is something that happens to anyone who meditates, even if they are not practitioners, the ubiquitous Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is always full of them.

However, there seemed to be some unexpected changes on this night.

When those invisible heaven and earth vitality fell into her skin, many tiny stars of light inexplicably flashed, exuding a lustrous luster.

Nangong Caishu's entire body was turned into jade.

However, she had fallen into a deep sleep during her cultivation, and the true qi in her body was still, like an absolutely quiet pond, so she couldn't see such a picture, and she didn't know what kind of changes were happening to her.

It wasn't until the sky began to clear up, and there were birds flying among the green vines in the distance, and a lot of hoarfrost falling like snow, that she slowly woke up.

The moment she woke up, she didn't feel any noticeable changes.

It wasn't until she habitually urged her true qi, moved her qi and blood, and made her whole body more awake, that she felt that her true qi had become completely different from before.

The True Qi seemed to be mixed with countless water droplets, so that all the True Qi became viscous and turned into some kind of strange liquid.

She froze.

Then she began to get excited, more excited than she had ever been.

She knew what was going on, but she didn't expect to do it in her sleep.

She's broken.

In her deep sleep, she entered the third realm True Yuan Realm from the second realm of qi refining.

She sat excitedly for a long time, and then she jumped up, not immediately perceiving the difference between true yuan and true qi, and not immediately realizing her new realm, but for the first time in front of her desk, and then grinding the ink as quickly as possible, but very seriously picked up the pen and began to write letters.

"Father, I have successfully broken through the realm, and my cultivation speed is the third among the students of the Qingteng Sword Academy in the past ten years... It's cold, pay attention to the clothes... Also, the elixir that I begged my father to find last time that can improve my cultivation, I don't know if there are any eyebrows, if it is possible, can I step it up."

She originally didn't like nonsense, and she was ready to put down the pen and seal the paper when she wrote here, but thinking of Ding Ning's physical condition, thinking that Ding Ning didn't have so much time in the future, and could only focus on the things in front of her, she hesitated slightly, the tip of the pen trembled slightly, and then she added: "Because it is only used for trading, not for personal use, as long as it is effective in improving cultivation and entering the realm, even if it has more adverse effects on the body in the future, it doesn't matter." ”

After writing this letter and sealing it carefully, before she began to comprehend the difference between the True Yuan Realm and the Qi Refining Realm, she couldn't help but glance in the direction of the Aries Cave outside the window, and muttered to herself: "After so many days, I don't know how your cultivation has progressed... The trial of the sacrificial sword, but it is getting closer and closer. ”

For this straightforward and chivalrous girl, if the elixir she asked for was only for trading according to what she said in her heart, then what she hoped to trade was only Ding Ning's friendship.

......

Nangong Caishu's letterhead began to be delivered on the road.

Another night, Ding Ning walked out of the mountain gate of Baiyang Cave and, as usual, entered the carriage waiting at the mountain gate.

In the dark carriage that began to jolt, Ding Ning's hand once again stroked the dark green remnant sword that usually hung on his waist and was now across his lap.

Even though more than half a month has passed since Li Daoji brought this sword to him, and there is only time left to count with his fingers before the sword trial of the Qingteng Sword Academy, every time he sees this dark green remnant sword, his heart still ripples with different feelings.

This sword is called "Sue Hana".

In fact, the original name of this sword was "Jasmine", because this sword from the Bashan Sword Field would be like countless bright jasmine flowers after the true qi or true yuan poured into the sword body.

It turned out to be a sword of great beauty and charm.

It's just that when the previous owner of this sword used this sword, every time he took out the sword, it was full of absolute power without room for maneuver, every sword was like the last sword he could stab, every sword was like his final end, and every sword flower was like a flower that could not see tomorrow.

In the hands of masters of different temperaments, swords become different swords and have different destinies.

It is precisely because of the temperament of this sword owner that straight is straight, horizontal is horizontal, and there is no room for maneuver, so this sword will eventually become such a broken sword.

And the appearance of such a sword at this moment, for Ding Ning, is a reminder of so many debts owed and debts that must be recovered.

The carriage traveled through the darkness into the long mausoleum, which had no city walls, and drove into the straight alleys.

However, compared to the mountain road, it is more bumpy in the straight streets.

After a few strange sounds sounded from under the car, and the carriage had some strange swings, the carriage slowly stopped, and the middle-aged man who was driving the car explained softly to Ding Ning in the carriage with some apologies: "Xu is that the axle repair was not very good last time, and I have been in a hurry, so there are some problems." ”

Ding Ning asked two innocuous words about whether there would be a problem with the car tomorrow morning, and saw that it was not very far away from Wutongluo, so he declined the proposal of the Baiyang Cave handyman to rent a carriage nearby to send him to Wutongluo, let him repair the car by himself, and then walked to Wutongluo.

Some of the streets and alleys outside Wutongluo are also ordinary houses, and these residents who have worked hard all day during the day have fallen asleep sweetly at this moment, and occasionally the faint light of lanterns swaying in the bleak autumn wind.

This kind of situation is very familiar to Ding Ning, and no matter how bleak the autumn wind is, it can't cause him more emotions, but just after walking through a dark alleyway, his brows suddenly frowned deeply.

He looked up at the roof on the left side of his head, and the strong intuition that ordinary cultivators did not have, made his spirit instantly concentrate to the extreme.

At the moment when he looked up, several faint noises suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the alley.

More than a dozen arrows were deliberately sharpened to reduce the sound of breaking through the air, and the crossbow arrows spilled from the roof with a terrible killing intent.

Ding Ning's face suddenly froze, his body quickly lowered, and he quickly flashed under the eaves on one side, and flashed all the arrows in this round very simply.

Ding Ding Ding... There was a dense explosion, and the missing bolts jumped on the ground like broken dry thatch.

A jumble of footsteps followed.

In the alley behind him, a dozen or twenty figures flashed.

The back of these dozen or so figures all had a cold light, but in their hands, they all held sharpened pennies several feet long.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures also poured out of the alley in front of him, carrying sharp weapons on their backs, holding sharpened pennies in their hands.

Ding Ning's face did not change.

But he took a deep breath and grasped the dark green remnant sword in his right hand.

He didn't know where these people came from, but they were obviously very experienced, and it was absolutely impossible to show mercy.

There is a certain distance between the gathering of sycamores here, and it is impossible for the eldest grandson Qianxue to quickly find out that he is fighting here, and it is impossible to come in time.

So it's very likely that this is his end.

He glanced at the remnant sword that stretched unusually straight towards the hilt of the sword in the darkness, without the slightest turn or detour, and began to run wildly.

His thin body instantly pressed against the eaves, turning into a sharp flow of black wind.

At the entrance of the alley in front of him, the four or five people in front saw his amazing speed and the reflection of the remnant sword in his hand for the first time, and these people didn't seem to expect that the target they were going to assassinate had such strength, and their eyes were a little afraid for a moment, but in the next moment, they still greeted him, making room for the people behind him.

Most of the more than ten pennies with sharpened tips did not directly stab Ding Ning's body, but stabbed around Ding Ning's body chaotically.

These criss-crossing pennies were like the simplest rune arrays between heaven and earth, instantly dividing the area around Ding Ning into countless small pieces.

However, a small percentage of these people only felt a light in their hands.

The penny in their hands was cut off in an instant.

Most of the pennies are still staggered, but in front of Ding Ning, there is always a straight passage.

His rapidly advancing body didn't pause at all!

In the darkness, a pigtailed man in his thirties at the front suddenly let out a miserable howl.

Ding Ning's body rushed into his arms like a tanuki, and the dark green remnant sword in his hand instantly went in and out of his abdomen several times.

Scarlet blood spurted to the ground, and a miserable white sword light lit up.

An assassin at the man's side reacted, ignoring the dreaded man, who was already bound to die, and swept straight forward with a sword.

However, there was a soft snort, like a mess of weeds growing in front of his eyes, forming a grassland.

The man retreated in shock.

In front of him, the sword momentum of the slender young man who rushed forward was extremely dense and complicated, and he felt that he could not stop the spread of the opponent's sword momentum at all, even if the opponent's hand was only a two-foot remnant sword.

It was at this moment that he suddenly felt cold in his wrists.

Only then did he realize that the soft sound of Fang Cai was from his wrist.

Then his eyes widened with horror, and he saw that the palm and wrist of his sword were detached, spilling a wave of blood.

Ding Ning's eyes didn't show any emotional changes.

His body squeezed past the side of the man with the broken wrist, and the dark green remnant sword in his hand spread forward in countless messy thatch, sweeping across the abdomen of the two assassins in front of him.

Puff... Two waves of blood spurted in the bleak autumn wind.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Such a complicated swordsmanship... This boy used it really well. ”

In an alley behind these frightened assassins, on the steps under one of the eaves, sat a masked man in black with a bun, frowning slightly and exclaiming in sincere admiration as he watched the blood flowers and dark green sword shadows spreading in the air.