This sword intent didn't feel strong to him, but it was extremely dangerous.

In this extremely short period of time, he figured out why this sword intent made him feel so dangerous.

Because this sword intent comes from the net glass.

Jing Liuli is the true disciple of Baili Suxue, the sect leader of the Minshan Sword Sect, and he cultivates the highest secret sword of the Minshan Sword Sect, and the sword intent is naturally not comparable to the ordinary Changling Sword Master.

But in this duel in front of everyone's eyes, one-on-one sword competition, can you still cheat, and you can't succeed with two enemies?

Qian Daoren couldn't understand it.

He couldn't help but glance towards the place where the sword intent came from, or rather, his perception swept towards the place where the sword intent came from.

And yet there was nothing there.

There was just a stump.

A boxwood stump that had just been cut off and was still pouring sap out.

The sword intent comes from a smooth facet, but it is only a faint sword intent, but it does not have any real sword qi.

"Borrow the sword intent!

Qian Daoren Huo Ran realized what this was because of, and exclaimed.

The reason for this exclamation was that he realized that he had slowed down.

Sneer...

The sharp sound of breaking the air even drowned out his exclamation.

Ding Ning raised the Remnant Sword of the Last Flower, but what really posed a threat to the Qian Dao people at this moment was still the Xingchen Cold Sword Qi that he had accumulated in his body.

The most terrifying thing about Qian Daoren is that his flying sword is faster than the flying swords of many swordsmen in Changling, so if he wants to defeat Qian Daoren, he must also pursue the ultimate speed.

At the moment when Qian Daoren's perception was completely attracted by that sword intent, his right foot stepped on the stone road fiercely, and the stone slabs under the soles of his feet exploded instantly, relying on the strong anti-shock force, Ding Ning's body shot forward like an arrow, and at the same time, all the cold sword qi accumulated in his body gushed out in an instant, end to end, like two extremely long black swords, and instantly stabbed Qian Daoren's chest.

Since he pursued the extreme of speed, he had already thought about what to do at every point in time, the cold sword qi rushed out from the meridians of his arms, and the muscles of his arms were even twitching and trembling, and Ding Ning's right hand was somehow able to forcibly stab straight out.

The same method seemed to be no different from when dealing with Doctor Ai, but Qian Daoren knew that compared to when Ding Ning dealt with Doctor Ai, there was already a crucial secret sword in front of him.

He was originally able to get out much faster than Doctor Ai, but because of that faint sword intent that had no substantial damage, his reaction was already slower than Doctor Ai.

Most crucially, he didn't have the kind of defenses that Dr. Ai did.

Like all swordsmen who excel at flying swords, melee combat is his weakest point.

In the exclamation, his face changed drastically, and the light flying sword that had already rushed forward a foot forward swung accurately in the two black sword light swords, shattering all the cold swords, and at the same time, the sword path of his flying sword was still forward, falling towards Ding Ning's right arm.

Although his talent is limited, his cultivation has not been able to advance since he was more than forty years old, but he doesn't know how many years of hard work has been spent on this flying sword, even if Ding Ning's shot shocked him enough, but at this time he is still confident that before Ding Ning's sword falls on him, he will disintegrate Ding Ning's sword, and even kill Ding Ning directly.

Ding Ning's eyes were bright, and he waved his left hand out, and slapped the flying sword without hesitation.

The tip of the sword pierced his palm like a tofu piercing, and a canopy of bright blood mist rushed out from behind Ding Ning's palm, and the sleeve of his left hand was wet.

The sword body made a piercing sound of scraping bones, causing the faces of all the cultivators around them to turn pale in an instant. Qian Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, this qiē was all in his expectation, and in the next moment, this flying sword should pass through Ding Ning's palm and cut off Ding Ning's right wrist holding the sword.

In the next moment, however, he howled like a beast.

His sword was not able to pass through Ding Ning's palm, but the remnant sword in Ding Ning's hand had already stabbed into his chest, and the scattered sword filaments instantly twisted the organs in his chest into a mess of mud!

It was only at this point that a series of shocking exclamations and screams rang out.

Most of the onlookers have seen many duels, but never have a duel felt so bloody and brutal to them.

In the terrible howl, the Qian Daoren who were completely scattered by the true yuan slapped their hands on Ding Ning's face, and some of the true yuan who were walking wildly were like lightning in the palm of his fingers.

Ding Ning let go of his right hand expressionlessly, bent down and got into Qian Daoren's arms, and his left hand slapped Qian Daoren's abdomen back.

In his left hand was the Qian Daoren's flying sword.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

......

Each muffled sound of flesh piercing flesh made the hearts of all onlookers contract violently.

In one breath, Ding Ning slapped several times in the sea of Qian Daoren's qi, and the tip of the sword that pierced into the sea of Qian Dao's qi made the true yuan in Qian Dao's human body completely scattered and had nowhere to go.

Qian Daoren's body couldn't finally stand firm, and under the backlash of the true yuan and qi and blood gushing out from the sea of qi, his body staggered and was about to fall backwards.

Ding Ning straightened up.

In the splatter of blood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his left palm slapped Qian Daoren's throat without stopping.

Everyone heard a sound like a lantern cracking.

The miserable howl of the Qian Dao people like a beast suddenly stopped, and there was only the sound of blood sneering and flying and a sound of leaking wind.

It's not just that he has an extra hole in his Adam's apple.

His entire neck was sunken inward.

Until this time, Ding Ning's movements did not seem to stop in the eyes of everyone.

His right hand fell to his left palm, and with a soft sound, he pulled out the flying sword inserted in his left palm, like throwing a dagger, and threw it at the chest of the retreating Qian Daoren.

Although looking at the terrible wounds on Qian Daoren's body, he knew that it was impossible for Qian Daoren to live, but when this flying sword sneered accurately and pierced his heart, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Ding Ning did not move forward.

He stopped, and when his right hand was raised again, he already had a piece of gauze in his hand to stop the bleeding.

Then he bandaged his wound with the same alarming speed, stopping the bleeding.

The carriage had left the ink garden several times, and he had not been injured before.

However, even if he was injured this time, the picture at this moment made people feel cold and cold in the scorching heat more than the previous times.

There was a dead silence.

There was only the sound of snorting bleeding, and the strange sound coming from the piercing throat of the Qian Daoren.

Qian Daoren pinched his throat in extreme horror.

He struggled to open his mouth.

At this time, he didn't want to make any screams or unwilling sounds, but he wanted to do his best to convey a certain message.

Because he knows the truth.

He knew why he was dying!

In the eyes of all the other onlookers, it was Ding Ning who used cruel means to himself and used his metacarpal bones to jam his flying sword for a moment.

However, only he really knew that it was at that moment that countless strange forces destroyed the true yuan that he was attached to that flying sword.

That seems to be... Countless silkworms!

But at this moment, Ding Ning raised his head, and his calm and deep gaze made Qian Daoren inexplicably stunned.

Then Ding Ning stepped forward and came to him.

"You should understand the truth by now. ”

"You died at my hands, not unjustly. ”

"Because it's not just your cultivation and sword skills, but even some of your subconscious habits of facing enemies, I know it. ”

"You should understand by now that I'm not just avenging Old Man Xue. ”

Listening to Ding Ning's voice in his ear, which was almost immobile to his lips, Qian Daoren's mouth opened wider, and he wanted to shout even more.

However, he found that it was only that one that was stagnant, and he could no longer make any sound.

He looked at Ding Ning in great horror, fell backwards, and slammed into the ground.

Countless exclamations and screams rang out.

It was only then that shock and fear began to flood in.

This is a real battle of life and death, but the winner is still Ding Ning.

"How can you know the secret sword of Fanghou Mansion?"

There wasn't much shock in Jingruri's eyes.

Since Ding Ning had the confidence to come to this Daoist, she was sure that Ding Ning would be able to defeat it.

At this time, there was only deep puzzlement in her eyes.

"That was originally not the secret sword of Fanghou Mansion, it was the secret sword of Bashan Sword Field. ”

When Ding Ning turned around, she subconsciously felt that Ding Ning would answer her with the most common sentence that answered her, that is, "You will know later." But Ding Ning's soft answer made her stunned.

"We went to the tea plantation. ”

And Ding Ning's calm words next made her really shocked.

"To the tea plantation?" she subconsciously repeated these three words.

Ding Ning turned his head to look at her as he walked by her side, and said softly: "What is more unbearable than losing an important mentor and friend in one day is the loss of another lover, or watching that lover endure pain worse than death." ”