Chapter 50： Kill

Ding Ning's eyelids were also whitened by these white snowflakes.

The other side's first blow has already broken his two ribs, causing no small damage to his guilt.

He is also very clear that even if he uses the real cultivation from the beginning, he may not be able to kill the masked black man.

Because the other party turned out to be a rare teacher in Changling.

Moreover, the other party reported the quick-fix idea when the first shot was taken, so the shot was a lot of consumption of the real yuan. This pure pressure on the realm made him unable to compete.

However, he is not an ordinary practitioner. His perception of certain breaths, especially his familiarity, is much stronger than that of his counterpart.

The indifference and calm on his face are truly indifference and calm.

Because he is indeed waiting for an opportunity to kill the vigilant in close proximity.

And the opportunity is now!

Just as these white snow flakes were just born with the cohesion of heaven and earth, floating on the top of his head, the edge began to sharpen but there was no sharp enough to this moment, a gray shadow silently from the masked black man The eaves on the side of the body fell down.

The man in the masked black man is controlling the snow in front of him, but he is a strong man who has been killed for a long time. At this moment, he feels the killing from behind, and thinks that this is another time. Unexpected accident, his mouth uttered an angry scream, and the left hand in the sleeve of his sleeve suddenly appeared a short sword with no reflection in the dark, and a gray figure rushing to the rear pierced .

Although it was a hasty response, the moment the sword stabbed, the sword of the black dagger still had a strong real element, a bang, and a straight sword rushed sharply from the sword. Out, the cockroach pierces the cold air, just like this short sword instantly turns into a thick black spear.

However, what the man in the masked black did not think was that the gray shadow behind him did not evade the sword. Instead, he used the whole chest and pressed it toward him. At the same time, he was extremely hot. Jianguang, also falling towards his back neck!

This masked black-faced clerk will never be afraid of this kind of savage play in the weekdays. However, he knows that he can't easily die here, so he makes another angry low-pitched voice in his throat. Really surging, the whole person turned into a fallen leaf in an instant, and in a very cramped time, gently fluttered to one side, avoiding the sword of this sneak attack behind him.

Ding Ning is already dying!

At the same time that the left-handed sword of the left-handed sword stabbed, his body had already rushed straight forward. He did not breathe, but held his breath and fired all his strength as soon as possible.

The heavy snow flakes were still in the air, not sharp enough, and there were countless thin blood holes on his face and hands, but his movements did not stop at all. At the same time that the masked black-faced clerk floated out like a fallen leaf, he was less than a foot away from the teacher.

The masked black man screamed and the whole body plucked to the side of the eaves. At the same time, his mind was once again concentrated in the area between him and Ding Ning.

He already felt that he was losing control at this point. He did not want to control the undead swordsman behind him. He just wanted to kill Ding Ning and leave.

The white snow fluttered again and was about to turn into a terrible snow.

At this moment, Ding Ning has already produced a sword.

In front of him, there is a shadow of a sword, and in the dark green flame, if a white wildfire is burning.

There is still a distance between his man and the masked black man. The sword in his hand is only two feet long. With his current realm, it is impossible to touch each other.

However, at this moment, there was a sharp tingling on the face of the masked black-faced clerk, and the eyes could not be opened.

When the cold chill infiltrated from his flesh and blood, he reacted instantly. Ding Ning actually slammed a lot of snow with a sword and slammed it into his face at an alarming speed.

What makes him chilling and unbelievable is that at the moment when his eyes can't be opened, his mind can't even sense the existence of Ding Ning!

In his perception, there is only the swordman who is mad at the back.

Everything about Ding Ning’s body is like disappearing out of thin air!

A **** suffocating suddenly came from underneath.

The black man finally realized what he was, forcibly opened his eyes and screamed, and the black dagger of his left hand was cut down.

In the blurred sight, he saw the dark green sword, and slanted into the inside of his right thigh!

His black dagger once again gave off a powerful sword.

However, it is too late, the coldness of Sen cold has penetrated into the bone marrow.

The dark green sword quickly and easily picked up his several important blood vessels, and suddenly withdrew, bringing out the fountain-like blood!

The black-dressed teacher’s eyes were shocked, and the black short sword in his hand was turned and turned down to Ding Ning’s head.

A loud bang sounded.

Ding Ning’s body flew backwards again.

The eyes of the black-haired clerk were incredibly big.

He can't believe that Ding Ning is still alive.

He can't believe that Ding Ning can still seal his own sword in this situation.

At this time, the sword light in the gray shadow behind him has already fallen behind him.

Because of the natural gap in the realm, the sleeves of the right hand of the black-handed clerk are pulled out backwards. A real yuan with dozens of pieces of snow that has not yet been completely formed, such as the same big wave rushing behind this article The body of gray shadow.

puff!

A muffled sound was sent first.

The clothes on this gray-shadow chest were all shattered by the real yuan.

Then, more than ten voices sounded.

On the chest and blood of this gray shadow, there were more than ten narrow blood holes, and it was faintly visible that the shattered white snow was melting sharply.

However, this gray shadow is a brave unspeakable.

Under such waking, there was only a sigh of sorrow in his throat.

The long sword in his hand only slightly deviated from some direction and broke into the left shoulder of the masked black man.

The masked black man’s eyes suddenly changed, and he screamed like a dead beast.

The black short sword of his left hand stabbed the heart of this gray shadow. However, because of the dizziness caused by the massive blood loss in the thigh and the impact of the force on the left shoulder, his sword also deviated and penetrated the gray. Shadow shoulder socket.

This gray shadow is also fierce.

The long sword in his hand rose again and kept kneeling.

A sword!

Two swords!

A puff of blood continually spurted from the shoulders and neck of the masked black man.

The masked black man was standing on the ground and could not stand. He was crushed to the ground by the power of this sword.

The short sword of his left hand was raised, and the five fingers of his right hand were constantly shaking.

However, whether it is the short sword of his left hand or the real element between his right hand, he always has a little strength and cannot extend.

puff!

puff!

When the fifth sword fell, he finally sat down and his hands fell.

The final consciousness in his mind is all remorse and incomprehensible.

Because in the plan tonight, he should not have shot at all, but when he saw Ding Ning's performance, he saw that these rivers and lakes could not kill Ding Ning, he violated the order. He thought that he could definitely kill Ding Ning and leave quickly, but he did not expect it to be his own end.

He is not afraid of death, but he thinks that his death may bring trouble and terrible consequences to his respected master, and he regrets not being able to himself.

At the same time, it is difficult to understand that he is dying... How can Ding Ning control the breath of the body without any trace of exposure, even the smell of the body disappears? What is the practice of his repair?

The last few white snow flakes left in the air suddenly collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

Gray Shadow did not stop here.

He once again smashed in the neck and neck of the teacher. The real element in the body of the teacher has completely collapsed. This sword directly smashed the head of the teacher and slanted. Start.

Seeing such a picture, this gray shadow finally released the long sword in his hand, shaking, and struggling to go to Ding Ning who had fallen to the ground.

Ding Ning looked at the gray figure that came, forced the vomiting feeling of the internal organs to be uncomfortable, and the corner of his mouth showed a sorrowful smile.

The swordsman in a gray shirt is the one who was sent by Wang Taiyuan to send him to Ayao Cave.

He didn't even ask the name of the swordsman, but he had previously felt that the swordsman was nothing more than a second-class product.

Unexpectedly, in this street, he and such a river and lake figure killed a third-level character repair teacher!

At this time, he felt the proximity of an unusually familiar atmosphere.

It was not until this time that he finally determined that he was safe.

Then he shook his head in the darkness, silently and gently toward the breath.

In his heart, he really wants to be able to rely on the arms of his long-term grandson.

Because he is really weak at this time, very tired, very cold.

However, he is very clear that if he wants to survive in Changling, it is best for Sunshine Snow not to enter this street.

After shaking his head, he glanced at the last broken sword that was still in his hand, and said softly in his heart, but fortunately, it was not the real end.

Then he looked up and looked at the hard-fitting grey-shirt swordsman and asked, "How are you... How are you here?"

The practice of the realm in Changling can be considered low, but the hard-working and sturdy and sturdy and sturdy and sturdy, the singer’s eyes of the singer who used the singer’s singer’s singer’s singer’s eyes are full of luck, but more It is shock and admiration.

"Can't die."

He took two wounds from his sleeve and handed it to Ding Ning first, then sat down beside Ding Ning and swallowed himself. "It’s Mr. Taixu, let me keep an eye on Wutong. Nearby, as much as possible to protect you and the grandson shallow snow girl."

At the entrance of the wound medicine, there was a slight warmth in the chest and abdomen. Ding Ning gently coughed. He knew that since the gray-shirt swordsman finally appeared, then naturally there will be more two-story people coming to the aftermath. He looked at the gray-skinned swordsman who was also very injured. He slowly said: "Wang Taixu is very emotional. I don't need him to take care of me. He still stayed here. But this way, I am I owe you your love and owe you a life."

"Mr. polite." The gray-shirt swordsman who rarely talks on weekdays is tired but sincerely whispers: "Your life is saved by yourself. I know that you are a genius, but I didn't think you were just so many days. The practice of this already has such a terrible sword."

"I haven't asked your name yet." Ding Ning said softly.

"In the Jingjing Mozong." The gray shirt swordsman replied.

Ding Ning looked at him, "a unique name... with a magic word in the name, are you a Chineseman?"

The gray-shirt swordsman Jing Mozong nodded. "My parents are the slaves of the month of the country."

The Yueshi State is a small country outside the Daqin Dynasty. It is also a subordinate to the Daqin Dynasty. Manu is a slave to the nobles. As a descendant of Manu, he can have freedom in Changling. With a sword. Ding Ning knows that there must be Wang Taixu's kindness inside.

"You use the sword very well. As long as you can live long in Changling, you can become a strong swordsman." Ding Ning looked at him and said this sentence seriously.

Jing Mozong a glimpse.

He felt that this was impossible, but he felt that Ding Ning's tone was mixed with strange meanings.

"What are these people likely to come?" He turned to look at Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's gaze was already on the body of the black man.