The footsteps of the Confiscator City came to a halt.

He was already not far from Bai Shanshui and Xu Yanqin, and even at this time, he could clearly perceive the specific location of Bai Shanshui and Xu Yanqin.

However, he wanted to get closer.

So he missed the opportunity to make a move.

He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

Looking at the few gray hairs that fell from his forehead, and looking at the dew drops on the white hairs that were congealed because of the wetness, he thought that the distance between this thought might be the real providence.

He is one of the oldest people in the entire Changling, and he is very familiar with the topography of the Changling Tomb and the shape of each building.

Only the underground water system, those criss-crossing Yin River, he is not as familiar with the white mountain water.

Bai Shanshui stayed in Changling for a long time, just to comprehend the sword hiding of the lonely mountain.

Later, although he never realized the true meaning of the Gushan Sword Collection, this inexplicable harvest was that he was extremely familiar with the hydrology of Changling.

So today, she threw herself and Xu Yanqin into the underground river.

She hid herself from it.

She also succeeded in making it impossible for the city to capture her.

She also succeeded in playing hide-and-seek with the Confiterate City.

The water vapor that fell to the ground quickly evaporated in the scorching heat.

In the streets and alleys where the onlookers gathered around Ding Ning and the palace maid surnamed Rong, white mist shrouded.

Ye Ce Leng felt the slight vibration of the water surface in several deep wells in this alley, and the look in her eyes became more and more complicated.

So far, what Ding Ning has accomplished is a miracle.

The plan he made at the beginning was not wrong at all.

......

The palace maid surnamed Rong hissed violently, her eyes closed, and the blood stretched like silk threads, flying out in all directions.

She began to feel a real threat of death.

Because she had not experienced such a battle for many years, and she had not been injured in the slightest, the injuries on her body and inside her body at this time were infinitely magnified in her perception and consciousness.

Only the total amount of true elements in the body is the most real and clear.

Her true element depletion was drastic.

However, at this time, she had no choice.

She had to find Ding Ning again.

"The supreme secret sword of Fanghou Mansion!"

"Ink Garden Fragment!"

"What else do you have to do!"

"I don't believe you're going to do it all the time!"

In the terrible hiss, many people trembled unconsciously.

The natal sword of the palace maid surnamed Rong peculiarly leaked out of her mouth, and with her terrible hiss, she rushed straight into the sky, and in an instant, it was beyond the limit of everyone's eyesight.

Her natal sword flew to a height beyond anyone's eyes, and it was still flying straight up.

The palace maid surnamed Rong tilted her head, and bloody tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes.

At this time, what she was worried about was not Ding Ning's sneak attack, but whether the Starfire would fly to block it in the endless high sky.

She feared the will of the noblest woman in the depths of the palace.

Even her natal sword at this time exuded a strong pleading.

She only begged her master to grant her a fair fight.

Beyond the endless void she could reach, there was a starlight that shone like someone's eyes blinking.

No spark fell.

The palace maid surnamed Rong hissed even more poignantly, but there was surprise in her voice.

At a very high altitude, a terrifying roar sounded.

Everyone looked up at the sky above and saw a black shadow falling at unimaginable speed.

This is the flying sword of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

At this point, it is faster than a real meteorite.

Therefore, the fall of the meteorite only brought out a long tail of thick smoke, and the fall of her natal sword continued to explode directly in front of the tip of the sword.

The shock waves visible to the naked eye in the air overlapped and overlapped, and then as the flying sword smashed to the ground, it smashed in front of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

The ground shook like waves.

The crowd was panicked and restless.

However, Ye Celeng, who was at the forefront, did not make a move this time.

None of the surrounding houses collapsed.

All the power of this sword finally rushed towards a point strangely.

Bang.

In the midst of the dense shop, one of them suddenly disappeared, as if it had been smashed by the fist of the invisible giant god, but all the dust rushed to the sky above and turned into a pillar of smoke.

In the column of smoke that soared into the sky, there was a metallic flash.

The suppressed exclamation finally exploded completely at this time, turning into a frenzy.

It was Ding Ning's flying sword.

This sword was not able to hit Ding Ning directly, but only captured Ding Ning's flying sword, but the palace maid surnamed Rong, who was still in a surprise situation, was not disappointed.

Her figure flew up and landed towards the huge pillar of smoke, reaching out to grab the remnant sword of the last flower.

Such a power impact on the flying sword could not be resisted by any swordsman under the Six Realms.

The flying sword suffered such a heavy blow among the envoys, and the flying swordsmen of the imperial envoys were naturally hit hard by the impact.

For the palace maid surnamed Rong, as long as this flying sword is broken, so that Ding Ning can no longer use this flying sword, Ding Ning will definitely lose this battle.

She didn't even need to rush to find Ding Ning, who was playing hide and seek with her, she just needed to breathe to heal her injuries and replenish her true yuan.

In a frenzied exclamation, the remnant sword of the last flower, which rushed up with the smoke and dust, fell into her hand.

The remnant sword was covered in dust, its brilliance extinguished, and it had no ability to resist.

Jing Liuli raised her head, looking at the picture of this scene, even she felt that the palace maid surnamed Rong flying next to the huge pillar of smoke was like a demon god.

Her face became extremely ugly.

The sword is the life of the swordsman.

She couldn't imagine that even the remnant sword of the last flower had fallen into the hands of the palace maid surnamed Rong, how else could Ding Ning win this battle.

At this moment, the huge column of smoke suddenly parted.

In the summer, a stream of white snow cuts through a huge column of smoke.

Ding Ning reappeared.

He appears at the other end of the cut plume of smoke.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the original color of the blade could not be seen, because the body of the sword was covered with a thick layer of snow.

"Yingxue Sword!"

Huang Zhenwei on the corner tower was stunned, and subconsciously drank the name of the sword.

Jing Liuli also froze.

This is her saber.

It is also one of the strongest swords in the Minshan Sword Sect, and since she studied with Ding Ning, this sword has been put away by Ding Ning.

At this time, she could imagine Ding Ning using this sword, but what was unimaginable was the sword intent that Ding Ning used at this time.

She didn't know what kind of secret sword Ding Ning's sword belonged to.

But the power of this sword, that kind of cold breath, is still on the "Cold Mountain Thousand Snow" that she can only use with the true element of "Cold Mountain Snow" and this sword.

The body of the palace maid surnamed Rong straightened slightly.

She didn't think about it at all, she just waved the sword in her hand.

The sword filament at the front of the Remnant Sword of the Last Flower was differentiated, and countless terrible sword whistling sounds were instantly emitted, as poignant as her scream.

The stream of snow rushing towards her shattered in an instant.

Between the ice and snow flying, Ding Ning's body shook like a lightning strike, and flew backwards, spewing several clouds of blood mist from his mouth.

In a burst of exclamations, the crazy love in the eyes of the palace maid surnamed Rong seemed to be completely burning.

She took a step forward.

The body directly crossed more than ten zhang in the void, chasing Ding Ning's body flying upside down.

"Is it just a tactic?"

"Is there any other way?"

Her left foot, which had been pierced by Ding Ning, began to bleed sharply at this moment, and many wounds on her body also began to bleed, but she didn't care.

Because in her opinion, one qiē will be over.

The robe on Huang Zhenwei's body on the corner tower not far away shook slightly, and he was hesitating whether to make a move.

The sword in the hand of the palace maid surnamed Rong swept towards Ding Ning's neck.

At this time, she knew why she hated Ding Ning so much, and she must see Ding Ning's head fly up to be happy.

Because Ding Ning made her hate a qiē, and even hate herself.

More exclamations rang out.

Ding Ning was hit so hard at this time that even the true yuan in his body might not be able to be used well, how could he be able to block the sword of the palace maid surnamed Rong.

What's more, at this time, the palace maid surnamed Rong was already close.

However, at this moment, the palace maid surnamed Rong felt a strange aura.

She unconsciously looked at her right hand.