Waves of blood continued to spread in the clear water, quickly dyeing the stream a dazzling bright red, and the black rat behind did not feel frightened, and continued to move forward, and then was pierced by the sword wire.

The sword filaments bloomed with fine white flowers, rippling in the blood water, like flowers blooming in hell.

The blood gradually spread to Ding Ning's body, but his face was still extremely calm, he was just extremely steady in his output of true yuan, so that the sword filament was densely covered in every inch of space in the stream in front of him.

These black rats were all aliens, and their movements were faster than those of the vast majority of cultivators under the Three Realms, but none of them could pass through these dense sword wires, and as they were pierced by the sword wires one after another, there seemed to be countless strings of black rock sugar gourds in the bright red stream.

And so it was. ”

The face of the blue-robed man behind Jing Liuli had become extremely stern at this time, and he said softly with some emotion: "The malleability of the last flower sword is really the best in the world. ”

"Not only is malleability the best in the world, but even the ability to withstand the true element is the best in the world. ”

After a slight pause, he shook his head as if correcting his own statement, and said, "It seems that no matter how strong Zhenyuan is, the sword fetus of this sword can withstand it... The stronger the True Yuan, the longer these sword wires can stretch, and the more powerful they become. ”

"I've heard people say, Uncle Shi, you once wanted to challenge some of the powerhouses in the Bashan Sword Field at that time, including the owner of this last flower sword... Looking at the sword at this moment, do you think you can win against the master of this sword?" Jing Liuli turned his head, looked at the blue-robed man who sighed alone, and asked seriously in a sincere and inquiring tone.

"That's just the nonsense of young ignorance. The blue-robed man smiled self-deprecatingly, and said seriously: "Even now, in the face of this sword master, there is still no possibility of defeat, because my sword is unbearable." And this sword remnant can still fight again. ”

Jing Liuli raised her eyebrows slightly, but she was a little unconvinced for the blue-robed man and said, "No matter how strong you are, you haven't been broken by someone?"

"Although the sword is broken, the sword body can be extended with the infusion of the true element, there is no difference between folding and not folding, and the sword body is shocked by the powerful true element Countless small cracks... The sword cracked into wires, but there were more possibilities for the enemy, and in a sense, this sword gave a new life. The green-robed man looked at Ding Ning standing in the blood-colored stream, and couldn't help but praise softly: "Or, this wine shop boy gave this sword a new lease of life." ”

Joruri is a true genius. It is difficult to have anyone in the world who can compare with it, many of Changling's so-called geniuses, but in her eyes they are stupid, so she is naturally very proud, even many people in the Bashan Sword Field in the past, and even the owner of this sword She is not convinced, but at this moment she listened to the words of the man in the green robe, but did not express any objections, just remained silent.

Filaments of blooming white flowers harvest the lives of these black rats even faster than the burning golden clouds. However, this kind of cold and silent harvest is not like the heat and light of the flames that make these strange rats intuitively frightened, and the black rats that follow them are still rushing towards Ding Ning one after another, as if unless they are all killed by the sword wire. Such a black tide will stop.

However, Ding Ning didn't want to endlessly consume precious True Yuan.

The true yuan that was originally pouring out smoothly in his hand suddenly stopped for a moment.

As his True Yuan output was interrupted, the sword filaments that had been stabbed before wandering began to shrink and converge.

The countless scattered sword wires regathered and became a single sword.

The corpses of rats strung together by these sword wires were cut by the sword wires and pressed against each other at the same time. Almost instantly, it exploded into countless broken irregular pieces.

The somewhat viscous stream in front of Ding Ning, which had already been gushing with blood, was like turning into a boiling porridge pot.

All the black rats behind them suddenly found themselves moving more slowly. The reason for the slowdown was that they seemed to be burrowing into an extremely sticky porridge pot, and then in the next moment, they saw that all they were floating in front of them, squeezing them on top of each other's flesh and blood.

They finally felt their instinctive fear.

They began to retreat frantically, forming a regressive Kuroshio.

Ding Ning raised his head calmly and looked behind the black tide.

As with the process that Xie Changsheng encountered, a silver tide appeared behind the Black Tide, and then a disorderly blood wave was stirred.

Countless silver lizard-like beasts preyed on these strange rats at an alarming speed, and then a large part of them climbed the banks of the stream on both sides, began to molt, and their limbs began to wither, as if they were about to transform into another form, but many red sandworms came out of the thorn bushes on both banks, and began to devour these silver beasts, and their bodies began to transform into cold vitality power.

This is an unnatural transformation, an unimaginable picture, but in such a process, Ding Ning never made any movements, just watched calmly.

He didn't even step up to the bank, letting the filthy and smelly water wash over him until it was clear again, and then washed him away.

"Why hasn't he gone yet?"

The blue-robed man behind Jing Liuli frowned again in puzzlement.

At this time, Xie Changsheng had already taken advantage of the red sandworm mutation to escape, if he was to change himself, he would either hurry up and leave like Xie Changsheng, or take advantage of the fact that these red sandworm mutations were not yet completed to kill these red sandworms and kill these red sandworms as much as possible. Because if these black alien rats are equivalent to ordinary martial artists in the world, then the red sandworms after the completion of these mutations are equivalent to the cultivators in the world, and there is an essential difference between the two.

In his opinion, even if Ding Ning was confident that he could kill all these Xuanfrost Worms after completing the mutation, Ding Ning would definitely pay a heavy price.

Jing Liuli shook her head, she didn't understand what Ding Ning was doing at the moment.

This is in the Minshan Sword Sect, especially she is the perverted layout in Xie Changsheng's mouth, these are the links she arranged, but Ding Ning made her wonder again and again, when she looked at other young talents who participated in the Sword Meeting, she was judged by stupid monks and can be made, she was standing in the position of the examiner, looking at these people with a selective gaze, but Ding Ning gave her a completely different feeling.

He is like a mystery, and even in many ways, Jing Liuli even feels that he is not as good as Ding Ning.

Although Ding Ning's cultivation was still low in her opinion, it had already brought her an unspeakable pressure.

Prior to this, this kind of pressure could only be given by the An Baoshi of the Spirit Void Sword Sect.

"No matter what he's going to do... With his appearance, he already has the qualifications to enter the cultivation of my Minshan Sword Sect. Jing Liuli was silent for a moment and said.

The man in the green robe bowed slightly, expressing his approval.

Jing Liuli slowly raised his head and said coldly: "But he still has to follow the rules of the Sword Society, and he must be able to win in the Sword Society." ”

The man in the green robe looked at her side face and smiled slightly.

Rules are rules, especially in the face of the sword meeting of the entire Great Qin Dynasty, it is naturally impossible to open the door to a certain person alone, but Jing Liuli's words once again express her expectations, she hopes that Ding Ning can win.

And as the master who was responsible for giving her some guidance during her cultivation, he naturally hoped that someone like Ding Ning who could bring her some real pressure to enter the Minshan Sword Sect to practice.

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All the small silver beasts were fed and fell into a state of slumber and molting, and the banks of the stream were silvery on both sides, and then slowly became scarce under the devouring of red sandworms.

The aura of frost in the bodies of these red sandworms became stronger and stronger, and at first, only the breath of frost was sprayed out at the corners of their mouths, forming a sand hanging on the side of their mouths, but as time passed, the sand formed by these cold gases gradually covered their bodies.

The red sandworms that were originally ordinary-looking were like wearing a layer of ice armor, and because the shape of these ice sand was irregular and jagged, the appearance of these red sandworms suddenly became hideous and vicious.

When the silver beasts in front of them became scarcer and rarer, these long worms covered in ice and sand finally began to notice Ding Ning's storage in the stream.

A long worm very close to Ding Ning opened its mouth with some hesitation.

A cloud of frozen air condensed in its mouth.

It didn't open its mouth quickly, but the condensation of this frozen qi was as fast as a cultivator's sword.

There was a crackling sound.

This frozen air turned into a syllable edge of ice more than a foot long, turning into a cold light that shot straight into Ding Ning's chest.

Ding Ning stared at this cold light and swung his sword.

There was a crackling sound, and the ice edges shattered on his sword, which bloomed with fine white flowers, and many ice chips fell into the stream in front of him.

The sword body trembled slightly, and Ding Ning's brows frowned slightly.

The power of the blow was slightly more than he expected.

But his movements did not pause in the slightest, and after blocking the blow of this ice edge, a new True Yuan slammed into the Remnant Sword of the Last Flower in his hand, and then the Remnant Sword of the Remnant Flower slashed forward steadily.

There was a chilling killing intent in the air.

A white sword rune was generated, and then turned into a white sword qi, sweeping towards the shore in front of his sword body.

More than ten long worms were shrouded in this sword qi, and the ice armor formed by the ice sand on his body suddenly cracked, and then the flesh and blood were cut open, turning into dozens of scattered pieces of flesh.

"Or do you want to kill?"

The blue-robed man behind Jing Liuli let out an incomprehensible sigh, and at this time, a subtle movement of Ding Ning caught his attention.

Ding Ning first took a careful look at the reactions of all these frost insects, then raised his head and glanced at a direction in the distance.

In the distance, in the crimson thorns, there seemed to be a strange movement again.

"He deliberately waited for these Frost Worms to complete their transformation before killing them, to see if they would attract anything more?"

The blue-robed man's brows tightened deeply, and he couldn't help but say, "It's just that it's not easy to deal with these Frost Worms, and if the next thing that appears is more powerful than the Frost Worms, wouldn't he put himself in an even more disadvantageous situation by doing so?" (To be continued......)