"We need to destroy those talismans. ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, frowned and looked behind those huge black shadows.

Most of the weight dragged by the snow has been unloaded and turned into talismans that stand on the ice.

At this moment, the "Heavenly Killing", which reflects the entire lake in a dark green patch, is just one of them.

The threat of these talismans is far greater than the huge black shadows surging on the ice.

"No, you don't. These people only have the ability to use these talismans once. ”

Ding Ning turned his head to look at her and shook his head, "They only want to use these talismans once. ”

The old monk squinted his eyes slightly, raised his head and looked at the dark green flame, even though the pupils of his eyes were reflected in a turquoise light, he still clearly judged which of the streams would pose a real threat to him, Ding Ning, and the eldest grandson Qianxue.

He lifted the wooden staff in his hand and made a few strokes towards the sky above.

Aggressive!

Countless terrifying dull crashes rang out at the same time at this moment.

The dark green flame that covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible for the Great Grandmaster above the Seven Realms to instantly sweep out of its enveloping range, turned into countless sparks that rushed upwards with his simple few spurs.

The sparks that rushed upwards collided with the various flames of light from the follower talismans again, sending out all kinds of explosions in the sky, and in an instant, a terrifying river was formed in mid-air, gathering countless flames of various colors that could easily tear a person's body to pieces.

These flames of light are flickering and flickering, giving people a sense of disillusionment.

The old monk's face was also disillusioned in the flames of light.

At this moment, there was a brief pause in his movements.

When Li Xixing appeared in front of him with a letter, his realm of all kinds of ascetic cultivation but stagnant and immovable appeared, and every breath of time was in a wonderful state of continuous breakthrough. At this time, he was infinitely close to the realm when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, and the time and space in his mind seemed to be brought back to the Changling Tomb of the past, and many pictures that were even difficult to recall broke into his world.

There are countless swords and sword intents in these pictures, and the clearest one is naturally Wang Jingmeng's simple and powerful sword intent that seems to be unreasonable.

At the moment when there was a brief pause in his movements, a crimson flying sword had broken through the air, and the shadow of the fireworks on the flying sword had been reflected on his forehead.

Ding Ning coughed lightly, and his gaze naturally fell on the crimson flying sword.

The wooden staff stagnant in the air in the old monk's hand naturally coughed lightly and stabbed out along Ding Ning's gaze.

The crimson flying sword trembled many times in a very short period of time, conjuring up countless possible routes of stabbing and falling, and the light and shadow on the edge of the blade even rotated and twisted together, like a crimson ball of thread.

However, the old monk's wooden staff seemed to have foreseen the next movement of this flying sword, and it did not even change the direction in which the wooden staff stabbed out, so it easily stabbed the crimson flying sword that came first.

With a pop, the true yuan on the crimson flying sword shot out in all directions, and the true yuan of the flying sword master was forced out.

The flying sword flew upside down and stabbed into the left shoulder of one of the riders who was rushing on the back of a snow calf.

The rider was throwing a spear with all his might.

The flying sword stabbed into the rider's left shoulder, and the rider fell backwards and fell to the ground, his body instantly trampled into blood by the snow in his back, but the spear in his hand was thrown out, deflected, and pierced a rider in front of him and the snow under him, nailing it to the ice.

A snow plow behind it couldn't regain its momentum, and slammed into the snow pit that was nailed to the ice, making a tooth-sore bone popping sound, and the rider above was thrown out of the sky above like a stone in an instant, encountering some flowing flames falling from the sky, and the inside of the body burned outward.

Ding Ning didn't look at these pictures, his gaze fell on an empty space in front of the old monk.

The tip of the old monk's staff naturally stabbed towards that place.

In that place, which had been empty, a thin gray flying sword appeared, like a moth to a fire, and slammed into the tip of the old monk's staff.

The thin blade of the flying sword snapped into two uneven pieces, flying diagonally, one of which landed on the neck of a rider, easily slicing off the rider's head.

Ding Ning still didn't look at that place.

His gaze kept falling to the old monk's body, and the old monk's wooden staff fell with his gaze.

The movement of the wooden staff was smooth and natural, and the old monk's entire body, including his mind and perception, naturally became smoother than ever.

He grasped the sword intent used by the former king when he entered Changling, the easiest and fastest means of killing, but at this moment it was still a little incomprehensible, when his wooden staff fell again with Ding Ning's gaze, he turned his head and asked in an extremely respectful tone, "How can it be so fast?"

"The real speed is not only the ultimate speed that can be achieved by the coordination of one's own body and true element, but also the speed of one's own movements, but also in conforming to the direction of the vitality of the heaven and earth around us, and going with the wind will always be faster than going against the wind. ”

Ding Ning retracted his gaze, looked at his pupils of knowledge, and said: "And the real trend is not only to conform to the direction of the Heaven and Earth Vitality, but also to conform to the direction of the other party. Your speed plus the other party's speed is the real fastest. ”

The old monk had an epiphany and laughed, "I see. ”

Ding Ning also laughed, "The exercises you practice are different, your self-cultivation method plus this sword scripture in the Bashan Sword Field, even the former Wang Jingmeng is not as fast as you." ”

"Even if it's faster than you, it's definitely not as high as you. Such a sword intent, if it weren't for such a cultivation realm, and you would have been like this... Otherwise, even if they know such a truth, who can learn it, and who can use such a sword intent again?"

The old monk bowed and bowed with the etiquette of Changling, and then turned around.

When he and Ding Ning finished such a conversation, and finished such a salute, most of the snow lion who rushed over had already fallen.

Ding Ning's gaze no longer fell on the old monk's surroundings.

The old monk no longer needed his belt.

Although the piercing of the old monk's wooden staff looked clear and did not give people an astonishing feeling of speed, it was actually the fastest in the world.

......

At the other end of the lake, the edge of the lake.

The ghostly army never moved.

Even when all the snow and the riders on the snow died and became sculptures on the ice, the army was always silently waiting.

It wasn't until the light of all the talismans was completely dimmed and the frozen lake was plunged into darkness again that a lieutenant who followed the general at the front of the army bowed deeply to the general and said softly: "No one can resist the blow of this ascetic, and many people will die tonight... But it doesn't matter, as long as you stay alive, General. ”