Xue Wangxu couldn't help but shake his head, everything was as Ding Ning had just said, and sure enough, he followed behind Ding Ning instead.

Sometimes he can't understand what Ding Ning's meticulous observation and general judgment through people's hearts are all about, because this ability, in addition to talent, often comes more from the experience of the world.

Ding Ning crossed his sword, and many whispers reached his ears.

It was nothing more than a mockery that there was a broken sword in his hand.

In the afterglow of his eyes, Feng Qian's expression did not change, and the coldness in his heart became stronger and stronger. It's been too long to be pampered, and I don't even know this sword.

Feng Qinghan's gaze also fell on the remnant sword in Ding Ning's hand at this time.

Even Feng Qianxun no longer recognized the last flower sword that had changed greatly due to the break, and he was not born when the Bashan Sword Field was greatly changed, so it was naturally impossible for him to recognize this sword.

He looked at the jagged fractures and subtle cracks of the sword in Ding Ning's hand, and the corners of his mouth filled with more mockery.

With a soft snort, he drew his sword.

The sword that appeared in his hand was about three feet long, unusually light and thin, and in the center of the white blade, a black rune line extended from the hilt to the blade.

It's like a sword-shaped piece of white paper, with an ink line drawn on it.

Ding Ning's brows furrowed slowly.

He knew the sword... This is the Danqing sword of the Bashan Sword Field.

In the former Bashan Sword Field, only the most noble people deserved to have this sword.

Now such a sword actually appeared in Feng Qinghan's hand.

Looking at Ding Ning's slowly frowning brows, Feng Qinghan's eyes were a little more colorful, and he thought that Ding Ning was feeling a huge pressure because of the sword in his hand.

But there weren't many pauses in his movements.

"Please!"

His voice full of mockery had just sounded, and the whole person had already turned into an afterimage, cutting a distance of several feet.

Boom!

The swords in his and Ding Ning's hands had already collided together, and countless terrifying sword blades splashed out in all directions, and between the bodies of the two, two semicircular arcs of light appeared.

Between the arcs of light, there are many flower-like stars of light surging, blooming with their own power.

It was only a brief moment.

It's just less than a breath of time, Feng Qinghan's figure paused slightly, the Danqing sword in his hand still waved forward, and a layer of sword light on the sword body continued to surge like flowing water, but Ding Ning was in front of him with all the brilliance, and the sleeve of his right hand holding the sword had already been rushed out of many cracks by the sword qi, and the whole person fell backwards again and again, and the double ** stepped on the stone road, and the soles of his shoes made a sound of exploding.

Feng Qianxun's expression was slightly relaxed, and he exhaled lightly.

The test of this first sword has already proved that although this Changling boy is not weak in swordsmanship, there is a huge gap between him and Feng Qinghan in terms of strength.

The mockery in the eyes of the nobles of Zhushan County, who were sitting on the mahogany chairs, was also even stronger.

This is the huge gap between the Qi Refining Realm and the True Yuan Realm.

The ordinary people of Zhushan County who were watching were still in the shock of this sword collision at this time, they couldn't imagine that Feng Qinghan and Ding Ning's thin bodies contained such terrifying power... But no matter what, the other party was shocked by the sword of the little young master of the Feng family, and he was obviously a little defeated.

For a while, cheers and cheers arose.

......

Looking at Ding Ning, who was still not completely on his feet, Feng Qinghan's face showed more sneer.

However, he did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Zhenyuan slowly flowed out of his hand, flowing through the ink line on the white paper-like sword.

He was very focused, and slashed a sword into the air between him and Ding Ning.

The white sword shadow slashed through the air, but a black sword qi stayed in the air, motionless.

In the cold air, a black line suddenly appeared.

Seeing such a black line, many nobles in Zhushan County were also breathless, and their eyes were slightly awe-inspiring.

This is obviously a rune line.

Everyone in Zhushan County knew that Feng Qinghan was a cultivator with excellent qualifications, but everyone didn't know before that he was majoring in Sword Rune Dao!

Draw talismans with sword qi, each sword qi is a rune line, and finally form a variety of complete talismans, which can attract more heaven and earth vitality and release stronger power.

This is a means of dual cultivation of runes and swords, and it is also an extremely difficult means to master, even if it is just painting, it is many times more difficult to paint in the empty air than painting on yellow paper, not to mention that there must not be the slightest deviation, otherwise it will not be able to attract the resonance of heaven and earth.

Feng Qinghan's cultivation is itself higher than this Changling boy, and now that he has shown such an amazing kendo technique, what chance does this Changling boy have to defeat?

Feng Qinghan's face was slightly mocking, but his eyes were extremely focused, he took out another sword, and an ink-colored rune line appeared in the air in front of him again.

The two runes did not intersect, but there was already an inexplicable reaction in them, and a lot of black smoke appeared.

Ding Ning stopped retreating at this time.

The sleeve of his right hand was already in tatters, and there were even several blood marks on the back of his hand, but what puzzled all the onlookers was that there was still no fear on his face at the moment, and he was still blindly calm.

Looking at the two runes in the air that began to emit black smoke, the broken sword in his right hand also slashed forward smoothly.

The dark green sword body seemed to be the sword momentum he had gestured to Xue Wangxu in the carriage, and as the dark green sword body passed through rapidly, several white runes suddenly appeared in the air in front of him!

All the nobles of Zhushan County who had previously thought that Ding Ning was absolutely unreasonable were all stunned, Feng Qian's face stiffened slightly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

This is obviously also a sword rune!

Feng Qinghan also saw the white runes clearly for the first time, and a strong feeling of disbelief filled his body. He himself majored in this kind of swordsmanship, and naturally knew how difficult it was to double cultivate sword runes, he began to draw talismans at the age of three, and began to hold swords at the age of six, until half a year ago, he had a small success... But right now, this Changling boy, who is about the same age as himself, has also used this method, and he seems to be more skilled than himself, and his sword momentum is even faster!

......

Ding Ning's expression did not change at all, and the remnant sword in his hand continued to pass smoothly through the air, just a breath of time, and there were more than ten white runes in front of him.

These more than ten white runes and several previous runes were staggered in the air, forming a square rune.

A crackling sound of "snort"!

In the next instant, the talisman suddenly shattered, but countless cold qi gathered in front of it at an unimaginable speed.

In the air, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed, and countless white ice flowers were connected together, forming ice trees, pressing towards Feng Qinghan!

Feng Qinghan's face was slightly pale, and with a loud roar, the Danqing Sword in his hand slashed several swords in a row.

As several black runes swept up, the sword rune in front of him was finally formed.

With a bang, a puff of black smoke rushed forward like a dragon, and there seemed to be countless black bats inside that were rampage, screaming and howling.

The unusually beautiful ice tree was shattered in an instant, turning into countless ice chips that flew backwards.

The same sword rune path, but because of the gap in cultivation, there is also a clear gap in strength.

However, all the people in Zhushan County did not cheer.

Because Ding Ning's sword momentum is very fast.

In addition to precision, the most important thing in the way of sword runes is speed.

It's just that in this short period of time, a white sword light has appeared in front of Ding Ning, and a square white sword talisman has already taken shape.

Countless crystalline ice chips that flew backwards in front of him were suddenly pushed into the air by a new force, and then quickly turned into countless tiny ice crystals.

More surging forces erupted forward, and these ice crystals and the nascent ice trees coalesced together and pushed forward.

A strange scream.

Feng Qinghan retreated quickly, and the Danqing Sword in his hand kept slashing forward.

The black smoke like an ink dragon was not there, and countless blade-like ice chips pierced through the black smoke and flew out.

The ice flakes and the Danqing sword in his hand kept colliding, making a dense and tooth-sour sound.

As he retreated, countless ice flakes fell to the ground in front of him.

His hair and robes were also covered with snow-white ice chips that began to melt.

Ding Ning was still extremely calm, and he began to move forward.

In Feng Qinghan's sight, his figure emerged from the broken ink dragon, and with it, there was also a brand new sword talisman.

The white sword talisman between the invisible and the tangible, giving everyone the feeling that it was like a white square seal, was provoked by the tip of Ding Ning's sword and smashed towards Feng Qinghan.

Feng Qinghan roared again, and the true yuan in his body gushed out in a frenzy that he didn't cherish, and injected it into the ink line on the body of the white paper-like sword.

At the head of the sword, a black ball of light expanded dramatically, forming a pool of black ink.

There was a bang.

The power carried by the white sword talisman was shattered, and Feng Qinghan's backward figure suddenly stopped.

However, what made him grit his teeth desperately, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, he also paused when he saw Ding Ning's figure, and in front of Ding Ning, a white sword talisman had already formed.

It's also a sword rune, but the opponent's sword momentum is so fast that he doesn't even have a chance to use the sword rune again!

The faces of all the nobles of Zhushan County sitting on the mahogany chairs became extremely ugly.

"Have you ever seen such a good cultivator at this age, but who can use the sword rune Dao? If I am not mistaken, this should be the Aries Ice River Sword Rune Sutra in the Aries Cave, and the difficulty of this sword scripture will definitely not be weaker than Feng Qinghan's Bashan Molong Rune Sword Sutra. One of the nobles said to one of the people beside him in a cold voice.

"Before, this Changling young man was quiet and saw something extraordinary, but he didn't expect it to be so extraordinary. In the records of the history books, it is rare to see someone who can use the sword rune so well at such an age. The man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Xiu Wei is separated from the other party by a realm, but he is beaten like this... It's okay to throw in the towel. ”

Although everyone in Zhushan County hopes that Feng Qinghan can be defeated, the dialogue between these two people can represent the mood of the vast majority of discerning nobles at this moment.

It's just that Feng Qinghan is unwilling.

He didn't want to throw in the towel.

"I didn't expect you to have such strength... But from the very beginning, I didn't want to defeat you, I wanted to dethrone you!"

He stared at Ding Ning fiercely, and made such a cold voice in his heart.

A hint of cruelty and hideousness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

While pouring Zhenyuan into the Danqing Sword in his hand again, his left hand moved slightly, and a purple-gold talisman slipped from his sleeve and landed in the palm of his left hand.

(The next chapter is going to be officially put on the shelves at the beginning, so this chapter was sent out a little earlier, and the hypocritical words are the same as Xue Wangxu, but I still hope to like this book, and try to subscribe to support it, after all, good results are the greatest encouragement for the author.) The next update to the VIP chapter, which should be around 12 pm today. ）