Chapter 45: Remnant sword

Name:The Sword Dynasty Author:Wu Zui
Ding Ning walked through the cable bridge swaying in the wind and headed for the three grasshoppers hidden in the cracks of the mountain.

Before killing Song Shenshu, he once said to the long-term Sun Xuexue that there is no difference under the four borders.

However, even if you can really cross the border to defeat your opponent, I am afraid it will cost a lot.

It is fine today, looking in the direction of Changling, the sky can not tell the transparency.

Looking back at Changling on the way, the whole Xiongcheng seems to be peaceful and there is no dispute. However, under such seemingly calm, countless intrigues, no blood, but the same as the spirit of this world, is Incomparably chaotic lines entangled.

As long as you enter such a bureau, even a small **** can not be spared. It must be rolled up in countless nets, and it is absolutely impossible to be free.

This is the beginning of his plan, it is necessary to go to the third realm to begin to reveal some qualities before trying to enter the Zongmen who are eligible to participate in the Dashan Jianzong test.

Even if the repair is the strongest "nine dead silkworms" in the world, he is too weak and even exposed to the sun, like the young silkworms under the mulberry leaves in the silkworms.

In his plan, he needs more patience.

However, the long-term Sun Xuexue said yes, after killing Song Shenshu and getting so much news from Song’s mouth, his heart was uneasy.

Since he has taken the first step, he has no choice but to think about the dangers and difficulties.

He can only look at the past.

He clenched his fist in silence, then let go, let his mood become absolutely calm again, walked over the cable bridge, then pushed open the wooden door of the leftmost grasshopper and sat on the special futon.

He closed his eyes, and a long-lost aura passed through the futon under him and slowly broke into his body.

He entered Vipassana directly at a speed that was difficult for ordinary practitioners to understand.

The five gases in his body are driven by his mind and slowly flow into the sea of ​​gas.

In the depths below the sea of ​​gas, there is a crystal clear space, like a palace made of jade under the sea.

This is what the practitioners call the Jade Palace.

As long as the five gas can be sank into the Jade Palace, it has already been repaired by Tong Xuan.

For Ding Ning, as long as he is willing, he can still sink into the Jade Palace for half a day and break through the realm of the first world.

Because his jade palace already exists and does not need to be re-perceived, all he has to do is follow the five-gas flow line of "Three corpses without my own life," and slowly let the five qis transformed by this method of practice, Slowly infiltrated into your own sea of ​​sea and jade palace, so that your own sea of ​​sea and jade palace will also undergo a certain degree of transformation.

It was just too fast, so it was too shocking, so when he talked with Nangong, he decided that he would use the first month to break through from the first to the second.

He took a deep breath.

The interior of the body, which was particularly calm, suddenly changed. There seemed to be a myriad of tiny silkworms in his body, and he began to swallow the aura that broke into the body.

Just for a moment, his body turned into a land of incomparable dryness.

He was carefully controlled.

Under the control of his body, a small part of the aura is not swallowed by these young silkworms, slowly blending into the five qi in his body.

......

Li Daoji’s figure appeared at the door of this grasshopper.

He stood cold and let his feelings pass through the thin door panel and landed around Ding Ning.

Ding Ning has deliberately infinitely slowed down his own speed of entry, but even so, when his five gas settled in the sea, the occasional shock of some breath, has already made Li Dao’s brow tremble at this moment. stand up.

Think of the sword that was shown in the ridiculous branches of the past, and more strange flames appeared in his eyes.

He turned and walked towards the gate of the White Sheep Cave.

Outside the gate of White Sheep Cave, a carriage has been parked, a carriage that can run very fast.

Li Daoji’s sword was very long. When he entered the carriage, he put the sword in his hand and then crossed it in front of him.

The hilt gave a slight red light in front of him. He leaned on the cushion in the carriage and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

The carriage ran on the road, but it was heading to a place that Ding Ning was very familiar with - the city fish market.

The carriage eventually docked at an entrance to the fish market.

Li Daoyun silently got off the carriage and walked slowly into the fish market.

Although the weather is fine, most of the places in the depths of the fish market are still dark and damp, and the little lanterns are burning like a wildfire under the cover of overlapping roofs.

Li Daoji was very strange to the road in the fish market. He walked slowly in the dark and damp streets for half an hour. Even after consulting several people in the shop, he finally entered the bottom of the fish market. Going into a hanging house without any signs, there is no light in it.

Li Daoji’s eyes have completely adapted to this darkness, so when he walked into the sling and saw the man in the suit sitting on the couch, he knew that he had not found the wrong place, and that the man was still in the fish market. Live well.

"I want to buy a sword."

Li Daoji looked at the man who was shining in the darkness and said, "I remember you have a sword in your hand."

The man in the hair looked at Li Daoji coldly and said indifferently: "Your luck is good, this sword is still there."

After saying this, the man's body slowly moved back.

The lower body of the man was covered with a blanket, until this time, the person entering the sling would see that he had no feet.

His legs are broken.

It’s just that Li Daoji seems to have known it for a long time, so his gaze did not stop on the man’s feet, but just fell under the removed blanket.

Below the blanket is a **** iron sword.

The man in the shawl opened the sword and flipped it inside. He took out a dark green sword and threw it directly at Li Dao.

Li Daoji reached out and held the broken sword firmly.

This is a real sword with two feet long. The blade has only two fingers. The front tip is completely cut off by a horrible force, and even the remaining two feet are long. They are covered with dozens of slender cracks.

However, the material of this sword is somewhat special. Although the dark green sword is also a certain kind of metal, it has the same natural silkiness as some spar and wood, so all the cracks are not horizontal, they are along the sword. Body, extending toward the hilt.

Li Daoji nodded and saw some cloth strips used to bind things in front of the man in front of the hair. He pulled a few pieces, wrapped the broken sword, tied it to his back, and took out a money. The bag was thrown to the man in the hair.

The man in the cloak closed the sword, and looked at Li Daoji, who turned and went out. His face suddenly showed a strange sneer. "Your luck is good. This sword has never been seen. I just think about it." Understand, what makes you actually remember the sword that is not useful to you. Is it worthwhile to lose your life for such a sword?"

Li Daoji did not say anything. He just walked out of this hanging house silently and walked toward the direction where his carriage stopped.

A man wearing a dark red cotton gown did not know when he was behind him.

The man and Li Dao looked almost old, with a long and narrow sword mark on his left face. Behind him, he had a large sword with a wide and wide scabbard. The black scabbard was three times as wide as the ordinary sword. The quaint bronze hilt is at least two or three times larger than the average hilt.

This man has been following Li Daoji, and Li Daoji has always maintained a distance of several feet. Under such distance, Li Dao is unlikely to find out.

However, neither Li Daoji nor the man had any special indications. Until Li Daoji stepped out of the fish market, the two talents almost stopped at the same time.

"I have told you long ago that as long as you dare to go out of the Aries Cave, I will definitely kill you." The man in the dark red cotton gown stood at the entrance to the fish market and watched the carriage slowly turn around. Li Dao, said very coldly.

Li Daoji looked at the man and still didn't speak, but his right hand fell on the hilt that was slightly red.

The red robe man’s lips curled up slightly, and the expression on the face appeared ridiculous.

The fish market has its own rules for the fish market, even if he does not dare to ignore the rules, but now that the fish market has emerged, there is no need to worry about it.

So at the moment when his lips were slightly tilted, he had already shot.

His body did not have any obvious movements at all. He did not pull out the generous swords on his back. However, his half body was a moment of horror, and a sly real element gathered the amazing world. Into the sleeves of his right arm like a stormy wave.

There was a violent whistling sound in the calm air.

A thin silver-white sword flew out of his sleeve with a slap in the air, bringing out countless white eddies.

Originally, many people around here have discovered the abnormality of this red robe man and Li Daoji. Some people are even excited to get close to some. However, at this moment, when they hear such a whistling, these people are suddenly stunned. Retreat.

Because this is Feijian!

Only the monks who have reached the fifth state of mind can cultivate a successful flying sword.

A large number of ecstasy, real yuan and heaven and earth gathered on the flying sword, while bringing the speed of horror to the seemingly thin sword, it also naturally brought the horrible destructive power.

In the battle of such a level of practitioners, a flyaway sword that is out of control may pierce more than ten walls in an instant. Those who are unfortunately caught, even if they don't die, are at least cut something.

Li Daoji’s eyelids violently contracted, and the pupils were filled with the silver-white sword and the airflow behind him. However, his face was still calm and abnormal.

Facing the flying sword that flew toward his forehead, his right hand waved at an alarming speed, with a slamming sound, and the red hilt was attached to a slender, pure black blade. It seems that the color impact is abnormal, and the moment when the blade and the scabbard are separated, it turns into a stunned, accurate and unmistakable flying sword.