The silver-white sword that was picked up by Ding Ning and flew over his head let out a violent hiss, representing the anger of his master.

The sword of the Five Realms cultivator was actually blocked by such a young man, and this young man was not even dead under the attack of another flying sword!

For the owner of this flying sword, it is a great shame.

However, cultivators compete with each other, and there is only a fraction of a fraction of a time between life and death.

Just as the silver-white sword hissed violently in the air, drawing a poignant arc in the air, and falling towards Ding Ning's body like a meteor again, countless crackling sounds sounded around Qiu Zaixing's body.

More than a dozen invisible ropes cast by the yellow-robed young man at the cost of his life finally broke inch by inch at this time.

A broken and broken invisible rope fell on the ground around Qiu Zaixing's body like a really heavy iron cable fragment, and every section of the land was a huge wave of qi rushing out.

Around the body of Qiu Zaixing, like a wave blooming.

As soon as he lost the shackles of these vitality ropes, the power in his body was finally freed, and Qiu Zaixing's gaze fell like a torch on the silver-white little sword that flew towards Ding Ning, but his hands were slapped deep into the noodle shop behind him!

The two straight and unparalleled sword qi were handed over together, forming a complete transparent big sword, which stabbed out with extreme strength.

The next moment, the backyard exploded violently like a sheepskin raft filled with too much air, and countless debris spewed out backwards.

Immediately afterwards, several courtyard walls and several houses behind the noodle shop were also pierced by this big sword.

Waves of dust bloomed one after another, forming a straight line that pointed to a middle-aged cultivator standing in front of a small courtyard well.

The anger on the middle-aged cultivator's face instantly turned into fear, and he knew that he had no time to react, so he could only close his eyes in despair.

Click.

The bones between his chest and abdomen were shattered, and his entire body was almost directly stabbed in two by the sword.

He fell backwards into the well behind him.

The silver-white flying sword controlled by this cultivator was already less than a zhang away from Ding Ning, but the thin silver-white sword lost control at this moment, and flew over Ding Ning's head in a whirling deterioration, falling into the ditch by the side of the road.

Qiu Zaixing didn't care about the flying sword that flew towards Ding Ning, but directly killed the owner of the flying sword with a sword, completely solving the root cause, but there was no joy in Ding Ning's eyes.

Because at this moment, the two flying swords that were entangled on the eaves had already divided the winner.

The Xueliang flying sword that flew out of the carriage was a big distance from the light green flying sword in terms of strength after all, and finally it was powerless and unable to support it, and was twisted away by a sword and bounced to the roof in the distance.

Light green flying swords flew with joy, flying sharply around the half-collapsed dough bunk, waiting for the right moment.

This light green flying sword, coupled with the gray-black flying sword that quietly disappeared at this moment, there were still two flying swords that were lethal in the field.

The light green flying sword flew around the carriage, and the flying sword of the person in the carriage had been lost, and Qiu Zaixing must not dare to leave the surroundings of the carriage.

Before Qiu Zaixing dealt with the light green flying sword, he still had to face the flying sword that had won the "Fly Pool" swordsmanship of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Feeling that there were still twenty-two chips in his body that were condensed by the cold vitality of the stars, Ding Ning only felt lucky at this time.

If it weren't for the fact that he got such a means of fighting the enemy from the Zhou Family's Moyuan, the eldest grandson Qianxue would definitely be forced to take action today, and then he and the eldest grandson Qianxue would definitely have to flee from Changling.

It's just that he can only send twenty-two more such chilling little swords, whether he can support Qiu Zaixing to solve the flying sword, or wait until help comes, Ding Ning doesn't have any confidence.

The "Fly Pond" was one of the most bizarre places of practice in the Great Qi Dynasty.

It is an ancient mass grave, and there is a yin spring, it is a place where yin qi is depressed, there are countless flies and insects called "ghost flies" flying outside the sect, any inner disciple who wants to go out of the mountain gate, must kill flies and insects with a sword, so that no flies fall, and then they are allowed to go out of the mountain.

The "Traceless Ghost Sword" is one of the most important masteries of the "Fly Pool", and it takes countless years of hard work to cultivate to such a state, no matter what reason this cultivator appeared in this assassination bureau, he must be a true disciple of the "Fly Pool".

Cultivators who come from such a place of cultivation are naturally not limited to the means they are currently showing.

From the very beginning, that yellow-robed young man trapped Qiu Zaixing at the cost of his life, and this "Fly Pool" cultivator was the real core of this assassination.

A fallen leaf flipped up on the ground beside Ding Ning.

The gray-black little sword, I don't know when, it had silently sneaked under the fallen leaves on Ding Ning's side.

"Be careful!"

Qiu Zaixing's sword also consumed a large amount of True Yuan, but the battle intent was burning to the strongest, and at this moment, he also felt the subtle movement on Ding Ning's side, and suddenly let out a sharp roar.

However, when this reminder came out, he also knew very well in his heart that if Ding Ning hadn't felt abnormal before, it would have been too late at this time.

Although Ding Ning hadn't discovered this gray-black little sword earlier, he had already sensed the existence of this little sword when the leaves were opened.

Sensing the chill, his brow raised slightly, and his left hand, which was hanging outside his sleeve, moved slightly again.

"Snort".

This was just a sound to anyone's ears, but in fact, because the interval was too short, exceeding the limit of the human ear, there were two fewer Star Cold Vitality Chips accumulated in his body.

Two black sword lights rushed out from Ding Ning's fingertips one after another, and almost at the same time, they hit the gray-black flying sword that had just floated from the ground.

There was a muffled pop, and the small sword that had just been raised like a poisonous snake lurking in a dead leaf was knocked to the ground, dragging several slash marks on the stone ground.

Zhang Yi's eyes widened, he was pleasantly surprised, but his body quickly fell into coldness.

Because this gray-black little sword instantly shot up violently, and flew towards Ding Ning again!

With the bloom of stronger power, the black aura on this gray-black little sword was swirling, as if there were countless little ghosts about to pour out, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Ning finally sensed the extremely weak line in the air, and sensed the true location of this cultivator from the "fly pool".

This cultivator from the "Fly Pond" turned out to be a beggar sitting under a dilapidated house two streets away!

At such a long distance, Ding Ning was sure that even if Qiu Zaixing discovered his existence, it would be impossible to kill him in a short period of time.

As for himself, it was impossible for him to cross two streets and alleys to reach each other.

The chill in his heart was even stronger, but his mood was still extremely calm.

Three black sword lights rushed out from the tips of his left fingers one after another, and one sword after another slashed accurately at the gray-black small sword.

The gray-black little sword broke through his two sword rays in a row, and the sword momentum finally slowed down when he broke his third sword light.

Ding Ning's right hand Flower Long Sword was slashed out at this time, slapping the gray-black small sword.

The gray-black sword was shaken out again and bounced out.

A thunderstorm sounded at this moment.

Qiu Zaixing's hands came out again, but unlike before, his hands swept sharply in the air.

More than a dozen criss-crossing rays of light lit up.

These rays of light are not like sword lights, but sword lights.

His arms were like knives, dragging the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to staggered and slashed in the air.

The light green flying sword didn't expect him to have such a means, and was forced into a small space in the furious sword light, and when there was a bang, a sword light finally caught the sword track, and slashed at the light green sword.

A violent muffled snort could be heard in the distant alley.

The light green sword swayed and struggled out of the knife net, this blow had obviously caused serious damage to the owner of the small sword, but the owner of the small sword also knew the situation at this time, so he was still struggling to support, and after retreating for more than ten zhang, the light green sword began to accelerate again, and countless twisted sword shadows appeared in the air.

In the small courtyard not far from Ding Ning and Zhang Yi, Xue Wangxu sat on the rattan chair in the bedroom, and since the battle happened, he just frowned and quietly hid in this dimly lit room.

At this time, Shen Yi closed the door and stood beside him with a nervous expression.

Listening to the sound of every blow outside, and feeling Ding Ning's performance, although his expression became more and more nervous, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Five feet behind you, slash!"

At this moment, he suddenly let out a loud shout at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi's spirit was also tense to the limit, and his hands were full of fine beads of sweat.

He didn't feel anything, but the irresistible command in Xue Wangxu's loud voice made him subconsciously turn around and draw his sword.

There was a boom and a bang.

A bolt of lightning fell five feet behind him.

Five feet behind him was a window.

Just as the thunder light from his swing of the sword fell, a thin gray-black light was penetrating through the crack in the window.

The gray-black little sword that had just been blocked by Ding Ning actually sneaked over silently at this time!

"Zi" sound.

The gray-black little sword condensed, and was scorched by the thunder light, and many puffs of green smoke suddenly rose from the sword body, and the sword body seemed to writhe in pain.

But Shen Yi's breathing came to a complete halt, and even he could feel that this sword was gathering momentum again, and there was power about to burst out.

Xue Wangxuan drank sharply, and was about to cough if he didn't breathe well, but he forcibly held back, his face was blood-red, and he shouted again: "Freehand fragment sword intent, slash!"

Shen Yi was almost subconscious, and the true yuan in his body gushed out with this loud shout.

Countless black lights suddenly surged from the long sword runes in his hand, as if a huge ink mass was about to swallow the entire room, but before the tip of his sword, countless pure and dazzling filaments of light suddenly shot out.

An extremely bright beam of light slammed into the gray-black sword.

The whole room, as if it contained a pure sun, lit up.

In all the crevices, all the pure and dazzling light shines!