Ding Ning Huo Ran turned around.

He reaffirmed the idea of this "fly pool" practitioner.

This "Fly Pool" cultivator targeted all the young people in this alley, and when it was difficult to kill him for a while, this "Fly Pool" cultivator did not have any obsession, but wanted to instantly kill Shen Yi, who was the easiest to kill in his eyes.

It's just that this "Fly Pool" cultivator ignored Xue Wangxu's existence, he ignored that even if Xue Wangxu was weaker than a normal old man, he was a great cultivator above the Seven Realms after all!

The gray-black little sword was walking with a silent assassination sword intent at this time, and the sword itself did not carry much powerful power, and it was rushed by Shen Yi's sword, and it suddenly flew out of the window.

The gray-black blade stood out in the incomparably dazzling pure light.

These dazzling and pure rays of light seemed to have a natural effect on the vitality flowing on this gray-black small sword, and at this time, the sword body of this gray-black small sword was like black oil melting, and wisps of green smoke kept coming out of the continuous sound.

From the very beginning, Ding Ning felt that these dead men would not let go of any cultivators in this alley, except for the eldest grandson Qianxue who they didn't know, so he didn't hide his strength at all, and he continued to play a role at critical moments, just to attract the attention of these cultivators, but this "fly pool" cultivator, whether it was cultivation or mentality, was far beyond his expectations, and he still did things beyond his control.

Assassins are always more active than passive defenders.

But at this time, the "Fly Pool" cultivator's miscalculation again brought him the opportunity to completely turn the tide of the battle.

He turned around, the tip of his left finger glowed with black light, everyone thought that he would make a move on this gray-black small sword that was particularly conspicuous in the bright light, and even the gray-black flying sword had a trace of fear, and it was like life to cheer up again, flashing upward.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that there was a series of scalp-numbing sounds, and one after another black sword lights rushed out with their backhands, all of which shot towards the small light green sword that swirled with countless shadows.

The light green little sword just wanted to entangle Qiu Zaixing to the side of the carriage, the sword shadow trembled, even Qiu Zaixing could not accurately grasp which sword shadow the real sword body was, and he did not dare to shoot at will. At this time, Ding Ning shot with his back to this light green sword, and naturally it was impossible to hit it accurately.

However, the more than ten black sword lights that shot one after another at one time carried an astonishing coldness, piercing through countless light green afterimages, and instantly forcing out the real body of the light green sword.

Qiu Zaixing's eyes seemed to burn.

The cultivator in the distance let out a loud roar, feeling the most critical moment, and the body of the light green small sword shook so much that it almost exploded.

However, it was too late.

Qiu Zaixing's fists struck out again.

The two terrifying transparent sword qi once again merged into a big sword, instantly stabbing a distance of more than ten zhang, and slashing heavily on this light green small sword.

The light green sword screamed like despair and sorrow, and instantly lost its strength, like a piece of remnant iron flying out and falling nowhere.

The deceived gray-black little sword became furious, and the black qi on the sword body was surging wildly, and dozens of black flies and insects were formed outside the sword body, and they also fell straight towards Ding Ning in a pure straight line.

Ding Ning's face became extremely solemn.

A sword talisman was completed in front of him in an instant.

A large river meets the gray-black sword.

The power of his sword was too far from the power that this "Fly Pool" cultivator had completely displayed, and Da Jiang was directly pierced.

However, he only wanted to gain a moment of time, so that the gray-black little sword that was already flowing with despair at this moment would slow down a little, so as to ensure that his next little sword of Silent Cold could hit.

There was a soft "snort".

Some blood poured out from his fingertips, and the small black sword transformed by the crystal-like condensed Lonely Cold Vitality hit the tip of the gray-black small sword with unmistakable accuracy.

The small black sword instantly shattered into countless black fragments, spreading out into layers of chilling aura.

The gloomy gray-black sword was like a downwind boat in the torrent, but it was suddenly hit by a head-on wave, and it paused slightly in the air.

Just this moment, the remaining four or five Lonely Cold Little Swords in Ding Ning's body had all flown out, hitting this gray-black flying sword one after another.

The body of the flying sword was unwillingly bent slightly, and it was rushed back a few feet.

Ding Ning took a deep breath.

At this time, his strength was exhausted, and it was no longer possible to block any blow from this gray-black flying sword.

Next, we can only look at the autumn re-xing.

When the gray-black flying sword went from no smoke to extremely violent, Qiu Zaixing's eyes were full of nervousness and worry, but when Ding Ning's first lonely cold little sword hit the gray-black flying sword, his whole body relaxed.

He knew the big picture was settled.

The more relaxed he is, the more hearty his true essence will flow.

The comfort in his heart is difficult to describe in words.

He laughed wildly, stretched out his hand, and directly grabbed the edge of the carriage, and exploded under his feet, and he actually dragged the carriage with one hand and flew away, straight to the middle of the street.

The wind was blowing, and most of the dough that had collapsed collapsed behind him collapsed.

The gray-black flying sword froze slightly in the air, and it didn't fly like anyone else for a while.

Two streets away, the owner of the gray-black flying sword, a man dressed in rags like a beggar, shook his head and flew up, only two ups and downs, and then crossed the two alleys and appeared in front of the collapsed shop.

This is a man in his forties, his face is full of blackened oil, his facial features are ordinary, and he can't leave any impression, but at this moment, his hands are flowing out of black fireworks.

He looked at Ding Ning sadly, and sighed in a low voice: "How can you be so calm?"

Before anyone could speak, there was an uproar, and the courtyard wall of a shop was broken again.

A long-bearded cultivator in a cyan robe walked out of the hole with difficulty, holding an empty white jade scabbard in his hand, looking to be in his thirties and with a graceful demeanor.

However, at this moment, his skin was constantly dripping with blood, and when he just walked out of the hole in the courtyard wall, his clothes still looked clean, but after only three steps, his green shirt was already soaked with blood and turned into a blood robe.

"What kind of sword technique are you?"

The cultivator squeezed his eyes so that the blood did not fall into his eyes, so that he could see Ding Ning's face clearly.

This cultivator was the owner of the light green sword, and he had been fighting with Qiu Zaixing for a long time regardless of the damage, and with Qiu Zaixing's last blow breaking his flying sword, his injuries were already extremely heavy. At this time, everyone could feel that the reason why he was forced to appear here was because he wanted to see Ding Ning before he died.

"Even a swordsman who has been trained to slash flying swords for a long time can't be as accurate as you... I thought we could rewrite the history books, but I didn't expect to miscalculate you. ”

The cultivator looked at Ding Ning with regret and a hint of admiration After saying this, he could no longer support it and fell to the ground.

There was a moment of silence.

Everyone could understand the emotions of him and the "Fly Pool" cultivator at this time.

Even if someone else has mastered the same star condensation method as Ding Ning, they can hit that kind of black sword light, but in that situation, in the face of the oppression of the flying sword, who can be so calm?

With the slightest flustering and mood swings, as long as one blow misses, the entire battle situation may be rewritten.

However, Ding Ning never made a mistake.

This was what he and the "Fly Pond" cultivator were most moved and shocked by.

"Changling is really a place where true dragons are raised, generation after generation, and amazing sons emerge in endlessly. I just wanted to get rid of a few, but I didn't expect it to be underestimated..."

The beggar-like "Fly Pool" cultivator sighed deeply.

"It's almost time. ”

He felt the faint breath in the air around him, bowed to Qiu Zaixing, and said, "This last sword, I want to see the unparalleled sword of Mr. Qiu's Lingxu Sword Sect." ”

Qiu Zaixing understood what this "Fly Pond" cultivator meant, and his face became solemn and abnormal.

In the next instant, the True Yuan in his body surged outward, but countless Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged in and gathered in his right hand.

His right hand turned bronze.

The qi and blood in his body also seemed to burn, and every inch of flesh and blood erupted with terrifying power.

In just one step, he was in front of this "Fly Pond" cultivator.

His right hand was a sword, which fell straight into his opponent's chest.

This "Fly Pool" cultivator felt an incomparably fierce sword intent that he had never encountered before, and a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

The gray-black small sword had already fallen into his hand, and as the small sword body slashed upward, countless black vitality condensed into particles, like fountains and countless flies and insects flying out, crashing into Qiu Zaixing's body.

In the next instant, the black spring in front of him was completely destroyed by Qiu Zaixing's sword.

The body of this "fly pool" cultivator exploded horribly like a ripe watermelon, spilling countless waves of blood in the streets and alleys.

Zhang Yi's face was unbearable, and she felt like vomiting.

Ding Ning didn't like the smell of blood and held his breath, but he knew very well that a dignified battle death was the best end for this "Fly Pool" cultivator.

Qiu Zaixing withdrew his hand, and a strong feeling of exhaustion began to sweep through his body.

He took a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer deal with any of the cultivators of the Five Realms, he turned his head to look and saw that the green-shirted cultivator who had fallen to the ground had already hung his head and died, the blood dripping from his mouth and nose had obviously turned into a pitch-black color due to the effect of self-inflicted poison, and then he felt a lot of flowing breath, he knew that this place was absolutely safe.

However, what made him feel abnormal was that logically speaking, there should have been a cultivator from the Seven Realms arriving at this time.

Changling is boxy, and the streets and alleys are divided like tofu blocks, although outsiders may not know everything, but he knows very well that the two phases that are high above will naturally have scheduling on weekdays, ensuring that there is a Seven Realms cultivator in many squares.

Even if Bai Shanshui sang and fought wildly that day, things were in a hurry, and Ye Celeng was only one step away from arriving.

However, there are such important people in this carriage today, even enough to change the direction of history books, and the fierce battle has been fought for a long time, why is it on this side... By this time, there were no cultivators from the Seven Realms appearing?