Ding Ning was still moving forward quietly, he had already arrived at the ghost and sorrow pier mentioned before...... Read the latest and most complete novels

This is under the stilted buildings that stack dry firewood, these stilted buildings are slightly higher than other stilted buildings from the water surface, because as a warehouse, the things piled up inside are relatively very heavy, so the wooden pillars used for support are more than the ordinary stilted buildings, some wooden pillars stand very casually, some are crooked, plus the wooden pallet road below is used as a wharf, and there are a lot of floating barrels and small canopy boats docked on both sides, and the cables are tied to these wooden posts, implicated, and the rope circle that sways and yoke, naturally reminds people of the hanged ghost.

His steps seem random, but in fact, they accurately control the time.

This is a fish market, and there are many real masters who are not allowed to outsiders here, so if you want to kill him here, he has a natural advantage.

The reason why he set a good time with Shen Yi was because he wanted to give the enemy a chance to make a move, but he had to ensure that someone who could control the situation could arrive in time.

If he wants to kill his enemies, he naturally has to solve them all at once, otherwise there will be many unspeakable dangers in the future, and he thinks more deeply than ordinary people, even if he can't know who is standing behind him from the person who assassinated him, but it is possible to use them to achieve another purpose for him.

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The surface of the water has frozen, because the water here is dirty black water on weekdays, so the ice surface is also dark, which further sets off the name of this ghostly wharf.

The pallet, which was not very strong, was firmly frozen on the ice, so it was more stable to walk on than usual.

The surrounding canopy boats and pontoons were frozen to the ground, and even the cables were hung with long and short ice edges.

It was so dead and silent, and there was no figure in sight at all.

However, Ding Ning knew that the closest cultivator to him at this moment was in a canopy boat a few feet to the left.

The aura emanating from this cultivator's body was extremely weak, and his breathing was extremely stable, and he only took a slight breath for a long time.

Even when Ding Ning was so close, there was no change in the cultivator's breathing rate.

In fact, in addition to this cultivator, there were two cultivators who were far away and outflanked, and he was not able to sense any aura belonging to the cultivator on the other party's body at all.

He just smelled it.

This is the unique feature of the selfless natal nerves of the three corpses.

Although the perception of true qi, true yuan, and heaven and earth vitality is not as good as that of the Nine Dead Silkworms, but for some subtle sounds, the perception of smells, etc., the slashing of the three corpses without self natal element nerves is beyond the reach of other exercises.

From the two cultivators who were secretly following him before, as well as from the cultivators who were very close to him at the moment, he smelled a slightly fishy, but also somewhat sweet smell.

This is the smell of the juice of the snake plate flower, which is not unfamiliar to Ding Ning.

The juice of the snake pan flower is naturally poisonous, and it is almost impossible for cultivators under the five realms to force out the poison by virtue of cultivation, and for cultivators below the three realms, it can be said that they see blood and seal their throats.

But feeding poison on the blade of the sword is an extremely shameful thing for the atmosphere of Changling, even in the entire Great Qin, only the rogue fanatics in the area of Jiaodong County will smear such poison on their swords.

Naturally, a person with such a blade could only come to kill someone, not to talk to himself about something.

Listening to the occasional slight breathing sound, Ding Ning's footsteps still did not stop, and there was still no abnormality on his face.

He didn't even glance at the boat embedded in the ice.

However, all of a sudden, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the Remnant Sword, and several sword paths were dragged out of the air in an astonishing manner.

A simple white sword talisman formed in an instant and disappeared.

In the midst of the hoarfrost, several ice edges instantly sprinted onto the canopy, and in this silent space, there was a piercing tearing sound.

The cultivator in the black tent was ready to make a violent attack in the next breath, he didn't expect his deeds to be exposed, and he didn't expect that Ding Ning would be unreasonable and directly attack without asking the reason.

Under the extreme shock, the sharp front end of the ice edge had pierced under the canopy, and the true yuan in the body of the black-clothed cultivator hidden in it poured out without reservation, and in the small space, he had no time to use any sword momentum, he stretched out his hand and slapped it on the surface of the canopy behind him, and before a more violent cracking sound could be heard, his whole person had already swept out in a strange posture like a wounded black bird.

It was a cultivator with a short beard, with a somewhat broad lips and eyes as sharp as a falcon, unmasked at all.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but what made his face instantly smeared with shock was that only at the moment when his body had just detached from the cracked unkempt face, and before he had time to think about how to fight back next, a sword light like countless white flowers had already pierced his waist!

The young man in the wine shop, who he thought he could kill in an instant, didn't even have to hide his face, but he calculated his reaction, and swept to the back of the canopy without stopping. The opponent's thin body was stretched to the limit, and in a posture that seemed to be bent and attached to the canopy, leaning over, it stabbed into his waist with great precision, and pierced into the depths of his internal organs!

The short-bearded, black-clad cultivator heard a sound from his body that resembled the cracking of an inflated sheepskin raft.

The intense pain caused his body to reflexively bounce backwards like a shrimp.

He felt the power in his body passing rapidly, but the black short sword with the sweet smell in his right hand still raised, wanting to give Ding Ning a fatal blow before he died.

However, at this moment, there was another sharp stabbing pain in his neck, and a downward impact caused him to fall backwards without completing a single forward stabbing movement.

There was a muffled thud.

He felt like a piece of meat in the butcher's hand, slammed against the board.

It was only when his back collided with the cold black ice that he could hear the snorting sound coming from his neck, followed by a myriad of smaller snorts coming from the ice around him.

Only then did he react, Ding Ning's movements did not stop at all, and when he arched in pain, the sword in the opponent's hand had already withdrawn from his waist, and then stabbed into his neck urgently.

At this time, the sound was the sound of hot blood spraying out of his neck, and countless blood beads splashing on the cold ice, burning thin holes in the ice.

How can it be!

is obviously a young man in the market who has not been in battle, how to kill people, it seems that he is more cruel and skilled than himself!

He was first shocked and incredulous.

Then I felt fear.

But he opened his mouth, but he didn't even make any sound.

His last sensation was hot blood pouring down his throat, instantly filling the void in his mouth and pouring out of his lips.

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This black-clothed cultivator, like a black fish that had just been slaughtered, was lying on the ice with a twist.

The scarlet blood spread out on the ice surface and penetrated quickly.

Ding Ning, who assassinated the black-clothed cultivator with two swords, had a surprisingly calm face, he stood firm on the blood-stained ice, straightened up, and turned to look.

A green-robed cultivator and a cultivator wearing a dark red flower brocade robe had already appeared on the ice not far away.

The two practitioners were also unmasked.

The green-robed cultivator is short, in his forties, with some sparse eyebrows and some peculiar brown eyes.

The cultivator in the dark red brocade robe had a round face and a short and round stature, not much different from many merchants in Changling who were full of fat waists, but his slightly squinted eyes were full of cold eyes like poisonous snakes.

"Although I don't know who asked you to kill me, but you are too arrogant to kill people here. ”

Feeling the powerful aura that these two people had just begun to disperse at this moment, Ding Ning still did not feel the slightest nervousness, but said in a sympathetic tone: "This is a fish market, do you think this is a place where any cat or dog can come and walk around and leave lightly?"

Hearing Ding Ning's voice, the blue-robed short cultivator was expressionless, but the cultivator like a round fat merchant shook his head, learning his words and said, "Although I don't know how you feel about us, but now you dare to lead us to make a move, even if this is a fish market, we still have time to kill you and leave." ”

As soon as his voice sounded, a faint thin sword had already fallen sharply against a wooden pillar behind Ding Ning, and then flew towards the back of Ding Ning's neck.

This is the realm of the Five Realms, and there is no warning of a flying sword attack.

It's just that Ding Ning has obviously smelled the smell of this flying sword, but he didn't move at this time, and he didn't even have the intention of slashing this flying sword with his sword.

"That's not right!"

The two cultivators felt something strange at the same time, and their pupils contracted sharply.

The chubby businessman-looking cultivator sensed the chill coming from under the ice under his feet, and a great fear arose in his heart, and his true yuan surged out from under his feet, his hands clutching wildly, as if he was about to grasp something at this moment.

However, he and the green-robed cultivator beside him had already realized that it was too late, and it was impossible to change anything.

There was a crack, and a crack appeared in the black ice beneath his feet, spewing out some ice dust and water vapor like a fountain.

A small red sword pierced through the sole of his right foot, followed by a stream of blood and debris that flew out of the back of his head like a strange snake!

The fat merchant-like cultivator stared, and he fell back heavily, and until this moment, he could not see who had come out of this sword.

His thin flying sword lost its control, flew abruptly, slid a few feet past Ding Ning's side, cut diagonally into a wooden pillar, and shook slightly a few times, and then remained motionless like a dead dragonfly.

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