Ding Ning's pupils were also dyed white by these white snowflakes.

The blow from the other party just now had already broken his two ribs and caused a lot of damage to his internal organs.

He also knew very well that even if he used his true cultivation at the beginning, he might not be able to kill the masked man in black.

Because the other party turned out to be a talisman master who was relatively rare in Changling.

Moreover, the other party reported the idea of a quick battle when he made a quick move, so the shot was a talisman that consumed a large amount of true yuan, and this kind of power in the pure realm made him unable to resist.

However, he was not an ordinary cultivator, and his perception of certain aura, especially some of the aura he was familiar with, was much stronger than that of the talisman master opposite him.

The indifference and calmness on his face was real indifference and calm.

Because he was indeed waiting for an opportunity to kill the talisman at close range.

And the opportunity is now!

At the moment when these white snowflakes had just been generated with the condensation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, floating above his head, and the edges began to sharpen but not sharp enough, a gray shadow silently fell from under the eaves of the masked black-clothed man's side.

The masked black-clothed man's telekinesis was controlling the snowflakes in front of him, but after all, he was a strong man who had been killed for a long time, at this moment, he keenly felt the killing intent from behind, thinking that this was another unexpected accident, his mouth let out an angry roar, and a short sword that had not reflected in the dark night suddenly appeared in his left hand, which had been caged in his sleeve, and stabbed at the gray figure rushing behind.

Although it was a hasty response, the moment this sword stabbed out, a layer of strong true yuan still surged up on the sword body of the black short sword, and with a bang, a straight sword qi rushed out from the tip of the sword sharply, piercing the cold air fiercely, as if this short sword instantly turned into a thick and straight black spear.

However, what the masked man in black didn't expect was that the gray shadow behind him didn't dodge this sword at all, but instead pressed his entire chest towards his sword, and at the same time, an incomparably fierce sword light also slashed down towards the back of his neck!

This masked black-clothed talisman master would never be afraid of this kind of ruthless fighting style that would end up together, but he knew very well that he couldn't die here easily, so he let out an angry roar in his throat again, and the true yuan surged under his feet, and the whole person turned into a fallen leaf in an instant, and in the extremely cramped time, he gently floated to the side, avoiding the sneak attack sword behind him.

Ding Ning is already making rapid progress!

At the same time as the talisman master's left hand sword stabbed with his backhand, his body had already rushed straight forward, he didn't breathe, he just held his breath, and burst out all his strength in an instant as much as possible.

The heavy snowflakes were still paused in the air, and the edges that were not sharp enough at this moment also cut countless thin blood cuts on his face and hands, but his movements did not pause at all, and at the same time that the masked black-clothed talisman master floated out more than ten feet like a fallen leaf, he was already less than a foot away from the talisman master.

The masked black-clothed talisman let out a loud roar, and his entire body swept towards the eaves on one side, and at the same time, his telekinesis was once again concentrated in the area between him and Ding Ning.

He already felt that this place was getting more and more out of control, and he didn't want to care about the lifeless swordsman behind him at all, he just wanted to kill Ding Ning in an instant and leave.

The white flakes of snow shook again, and they were about to turn into a terrible blizzard.

At this moment, Ding Ning had already drawn his sword.

In front of him, a sword shadow appeared, and in the dark green flames, there was like a white wildfire burning.

His man was still a foot away from the masked black-clothed talisman master, and the sword in his hand was only two feet long, and with his current realm, it was impossible to touch the other party.

However, at this moment, the masked black-clothed talisman master's face stabbed violently, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

When the icy chill seeped into his flesh and blood, he reacted instantly, and Ding Ning actually slapped many snow flakes with his sword momentum, and catapulted into his face at an alarming speed.

What made him even more chilling and unbelievable was that at this moment when his eyes couldn't be opened, his telekinesis couldn't even perceive Ding Ning's existence!

In his perception, there was only the swordsman who rushed madly from behind.

All the aura on Ding Ning's body seemed to disappear out of thin air!

A bloody breath suddenly surged from beneath him.

The black-clothed talisman finally realized something, forcibly opened his eyes, and with a loud shout, the black short sword in his left hand slashed downward.

In his blurred vision, he saw that the dark green remnant sword was stabbing diagonally into his right inner thigh!

His black short sword burst out with powerful sword aura again.

However, it was too late, and the coolness of the cold had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The dark green remnant sword quickly cut off several of his important bloodlines, and he withdrew sharply, bringing out fountain of blood!

The black-clothed talisman master's eyes were shocked, and the black short sword in his hand turned around and slashed down towards Ding Ning's head.

There was a bang.

Ding Ning's body flew backwards again.

The black-clothed talisman's eyes widened in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Ding Ning was still alive.

He couldn't believe that Ding Ning could still seal his sword counterattack under such circumstances.

At this moment, the sword light in the hand of the gray shadow behind him had fallen behind him again.

Because of the natural gap in the realm, the sleeve of the black-clothed talisman master's right hand was swept back, and a stream of true yuan with dozens of pieces of rune snow that had not yet had time to be completely formed was like a big wave rushing towards the body of the gray shadow behind him.

Burst!

A muffled sound came first.

The clothes on the chest of this gray shadow were all shattered by the real yuan.

Immediately after, more than a dozen sneering voices sounded.

More than a dozen narrow blood holes appeared on the flesh and blood of this gray shadow's chest, and the shattered white snow could be vaguely seen melting sharply.

However, this gray shadow is indescribably brave.

Under such sobriety, there was only a blatant muffled snort in his throat.

The long sword in his hand only deviated slightly and slashed into the left shoulder of the masked black-clothed talisman master.

The masked black-clad talisman man's eyes changed suddenly, and he howled like a beast at the end of his life.

The black short sword in his left hand stabbed into the heart of the gray shadow, but due to the vertigo caused by the massive blood loss in his thigh and the impact of the force on his left shoulder, his sword also deviated and pierced into the shoulder socket of this gray shadow.

The gray shadow roared as well.

The long sword in his hand was raised again, and he kept slashing.

A sword!

Two swords!

A puff of blood continued to spurt out from the shoulders and neck of the masked black-clothed talisman master.

The masked black-clothed talisman fell to the ground, unable to stand, and was directly kneeling on the ground by the power of this sword.

The short sword in his left hand was raised, and the five fingers of his right hand were constantly shaking.

However, whether it was the short sword in his left hand or the true yuan in his right hand, he was still a little short of strength and couldn't stretch it out.

Burst!

Burst!

As the fifth sword fell, he finally sat down in despair, his hands hanging down.

The last consciousness in his mind was full of remorse and incomprehension.

Because in tonight's plan, he shouldn't have made a move at all, but seeing Ding Ning's performance, seeing that these charlatans couldn't kill Ding Ning, he violated the order. He thought that he could definitely kill Ding Ning and leave quickly, but he didn't expect that this was his own end.

He was not afraid of death, but he felt remorse at the thought that his death might have troublesome and terrible consequences for his esteemed master.

At the same time, what made him incomprehensible when he was dying was... How could Ding Ning be able to control the aura on his body at that moment, without any trace of exposure, and even the aura in his body disappeared? What kind of exercises did he cultivate?

The last remaining white flakes in the air crumbled apart and disappeared without a trace.

Grey Shadow didn't stop there.

He slashed the talisman master's shoulder and neck with a sword again, the true element in the talisman's body had completely collapsed, and this sword directly cut off the talisman's head and flew diagonally.

Seeing such a picture, the gray shadow finally let go of the long sword in his hand, swayed, and walked with difficulty towards Ding Ning, who had fallen to the ground.

Ding Ning looked at the gray figure coming over, and forcibly suppressed the uncomfortable feeling of vomiting from the concussion of his internal organs, and an unspeakable wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This swordsman in gray clothes was the one sent by Wang Taixu to take him to the Aries Cave before.

He hadn't even specifically asked the name of this sword master, but he had already sensed that this sword master was nothing more than a second-level cultivator.

Unexpectedly, in this street and alley, he and such a character in the rivers and lakes would kill a talisman master who was a high-grade cultivator in the third realm!

It was at this time that he felt an unusually familiar aura approaching.

It was only at this time that he was finally sure that he was safe.

Then he shook his head softly in the darkness, silently, in the direction of the breath.

In his heart, he really wanted to be able to rely on the arms of his eldest grandson Qianxue at this moment.

For he was indeed very weak, tired, and cold.

However, he knew very well that if he wanted to survive in Changling, it was best for Changsun Qianxue not to even enter this alley.

After shaking his head, he glanced at the remnant sword that was still in his hand, and said softly in his heart, fortunately, he had not reached the real end.

Then he raised his head, looked at the gray-shirted swordsman who was walking with difficulty, and asked, "How are you... Why are you here?"

The cultivation realm can be regarded as low in Changling, but the gray-shirted swordsman who teamed up with Ding Ning to kill a cultivator who is good at using the rune path with a fierce and ruthless spirit is also full of joy, but more of a shock and admiration.

"Can't die. ”

He took out two wound pills from his sleeve, handed one to Ding Ning first, and then sat down next to Ding Ning and swallowed one himself, "It was Mr. Taixu who asked me to keep an eye on the vicinity of Wutongluo, and to protect you and the eldest grandson Qianxue as much as possible." ”

At the entrance of the wound medicine, there was finally a trace of warmth in his chest and abdomen, Ding Ning coughed lightly, he knew that since this gray-shirted swordsman finally appeared, then naturally more people from the two-story building would come to deal with the aftermath, he looked at the gray-shirted swordsman who was also seriously injured, and said slowly: "Wang Taixu is very affectionate, I let him not need to take care of me anymore, he still left you here... But in this way, I owe you a favor and a life. ”

"You're welcome, sir. The gray-shirted swordsman, who usually spoke little, said in a tired but sincere whisper: "Your life was saved by yourself, I know you are a genius, but I didn't expect that you would already have such terrifying swordsmanship in just so many days of practice." ”

"I haven't asked your name yet. Ding Ning said softly.

"In the Lower Jing Demon Sect. The Grey-shirted Swordsman replied.

Ding Ning looked at him, "What a unique name... There is a magic word in your name, you are from the Yue Clan?"

The Gray-Shirted Sword Master Jing Demon Sect nodded, "My parents are both male slaves of the Yue Clan. ”

Yue's country is a small border country outside the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is also a tributary subject country that is subject to the Great Qin Dynasty, and the manu are all slaves belonging to the nobles, as the descendants of the manu, they can have a free body in Changling, and they can use the sword. Ding Ning knew that there must be Wang Taixu's kindness in it.

"You use a sword very well, as long as you can live in Changling for a long time, you will definitely become a strong swordsman. Ding Ning looked at him and said this seriously.

The Jing Demon Sect was stunned.

He felt that this was impossible, but he felt that Ding Ning's tone was mixed with strange meanings.

"Where are these people likely to come from?" he turned his head to look at Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's gaze had already stayed on the body of the black-clothed talisman master.