Chapter 79： Uneven

Ding Ning stepped forward and flew the remnant sword of tiny white flowers to the wrist of the leaf name.

Because of the previous step back, Ding Ning’s counterattack was not quick, but because Ye Ming was too shocked, Ye Ming’s movements became more sluggish.

He wants to take the sword, but at this moment he found that Ding Ning's Jianfeng has cut his five fingers.

Between very short distances, he has no time to make more changes.

So he only has to let go and abandon the sword.

Ding Ning's Jian Feng struck on the hilt of his sword, let the sword fly out to one side, completely out of the control of the name of the leaf. Then he paused and did not attack again. He just looked at Ye Ming with apologetic and said, "Sorry, Ye Ming brother."

Because it was too shocking, Ye Ming didn't even care too much about the fact that Ding Ning defeated himself by his own loss. He looked at Ding Ning with his eyes wide open and asked again: "Ding Ning, brother, you have just broken the ground, how to repair now Is it already close to the realm of refining?"

Ding Ning can understand his emotions and explain calmly: "Nan Gong Cai gave me a medicinal herb. I swallowed it when I was against the enemy, so I had such a cultivation as an entry."

Really defeated He Chaoxi?

Nangong Cai and Ding Ning should only formally get acquainted when they practiced in the cave, and they have such a relationship between them. Even the medicinal herbs that can be upgraded are given to Ding Ning.

Ye Ming began to believe that Ding Ning’s previous words were true. He looked at Ding Ning and couldn’t help but said: “No, you refused to thank Xie Rou without hesitation. It turned out that there was a relationship between Nangong and Cai.”

Hearing this statement, Ding Ning suddenly bitter face and said: "Ye Ming brother your thoughts and considerations are too jumping, you really make me have no way to talk to you."

"I didn't understand the meaning of the sentence you said at this moment."

When Xia Ning went to the side of Ding Ning, he took a serious bow to Ding Ning and whispered: "I said when I played against you, I will try to control the strength in the refining. You said that if I think so, I will Get more experience opportunities. It turns out that your true cultivation is already above me. If both sides are working hard, you will quickly defeat me very easily. But you also deliberately push the power to the refining and fight with me. The contest between me and my pure sword skills has taught me a lot, so I have to thank you."

Ding Ning calmly said: "I will make that choice, just because you made that choice first, so you don't have to thank me."

When I was in the summer, I went to salute again, no longer said anything, turned and left.

"You have won him with swordsmanship?" The name of the leaf on the side looked at the summer when he left. It was a look of disbelief. "Ding Ning, brother, is only a month's time. How did you cultivate?"

"Senior brother, your question is really too much. I can't explain it to you at the moment. It's better to ask what is going on after you go to the viewing platform." Ding Ning really can't stand it anymore, facing Ye Ming. Extended his hand: "Let's come!"

Just in the distance not far from the battle between Ding Ning and Ye Ming, the tops of two old pines covered with vines, Zhang Yi and Su Qin stand together.

"Teacher, Ding Ning's younger brother is indeed the kind of genius who has nothing in the world. If we are a brother, we should do our best to help him. How can we turn it over and deal with him?"

Looking at the name of Ye Ming surrendered, Zhang Yi turned his head and looked at Su Qin, who was cold and watery.

Su Qin looked at him coldly, and when he moved, he plunged down the old pine and left.

Zhang Yi was finally annoyed. He paused. The old Song under his feet was shaken out of countless dead needles and flew out.

"Su Qin's younger brother! How do you think?" He sighed.

Su Qin turned and looked at him and sneered: "You don't know me the first day. You should understand that I have never done it halfway."

"Don't think about driving someone else to fight with Ding Ning's younger brother." Zhang Yi's whole person floated from the top of Laosong and fell to the side of Su Qin's side. He said, "I will never allow you to do this." ""

Su Qin brows up.

Zhang Yi looked at him and said with a strong look: "As long as you have such a move, I will shoot."

"If you fight yourself, you may not be able to win in the end. Do you want to keep him?" Su Qin was silent for a moment, and sarcastically said: "If that is the case, then I will let him stay one more day."

Feeling the meaning of the non-revolution in Su Qin's discourse, Zhang Yi's brow could not help but wrinkle deeply.

Su Qin turned and left.

He looked at the leaves at the bottom of his boots with no expression, and looked at the mud because he was falling into the mud. He eventually became mixed with the mud, and the fallen leaves that became part of the soil showed more Cold.

For Ding Ning, for these brothers in the door, he and Zhang Yi have different views in essence.

Zhang Yi said that he would help each other... However, in his eyes, in the world of this practitioner, there are only two possibilities, stepping on people or being stepped on.

If you can't step on people, you will only slowly decay like the leaves that have been stepped into the soil, becoming the most mediocre and most inconspicuous part.

The more conspicuous, the more extraordinary people, such as Zhang Yi and Ding Ning, the more they have to step on early.

He is talented, but he is not afraid to be an enemy of these people.

Because if even the opponent's talents are afraid, what courage to overcome the stronger opponents in the future, and cross the dangerous roads in the practice?

Four wolves ignited.

Su Qin slowly walked toward the area where the four wolves smoked.

......

At the same time, a disciple of Qing Ting Jian Yuan, who looks unsatisfactory and has a low-key silence, is also slowly moving toward the direction of the wolf smoke.

From time to time, his right hand reached into his arms and touched the little sword wrapped in cloth.

The breath of the sword made his body warm from time to time, and even let him forget the hunger and thirst.

He is a dust.

Suddenly, he paused, and in the mist in front of him, he walked out of a student who was also wearing the courtyard of the Qingteng Jianyuan.

This is a tall, tall boy with two golden swords on his back.

"Mr. Brother, I can't help it."

Looking at the ink on the opposite side, the teenager apologized for a ritual, and pulled out the two long swords with his hands. "I haven’t had a fight in today, and you should know that the old brothers are coming. The less, the less it is not easy to find."

The ink dust certainly knows this boy. This young man is Li Danxia. In addition to the glory days, the Qingteng Jianyuan is the most promising person to enter the last three. Although his cultivation is not as high as that of Zhang Yixi and Zhang Yi, he has already broken the second world and stepped into the realm.

Knowing that this is an opponent that cannot be dealt with by his own real strength, the ink dust took a deep breath and his right hand reached into his arms, holding the hilt of the small sword tightly, and then facing the opposite side. Li Danxia took a ritual and whispered: "Li Shidi, I can't help it."

Li Danxia has a slight glimpse.

He thought that the mood of the ink was too heavy and lost. So when he said the wrong thing, he coughed a little and said nothing more. He raised his sword and made a gesture for the other party. .

The dust raised his head.

His heart beat like a drum, and his eyes sparkled like never before.

This strange look made Li Danxia's heart burst into a strong uneasiness.

The ink is deeply inhaled, and the infuriating air flowing out of the sea is unreservedly flowing from his finger!

Li Danxia's pupils contracted sharply.

The cloth wrapped in the little sword was instantly torn and shattered by the infuriating ink. In the instant when the silver-white sword was exposed to the air, the infuriating air around the little sword was instantly swallowed up by the intricate runes.

A bang burst.

There are countless dazzling lights on the silver-white sword, countless filaments float like snow-white dandelions, and the swell of rapid expansion, even for a time to shake the hair band tied with ink, let his black long hair go backwards Floating dance.

At this moment, this face is square, and the low-key, silent and silent Ivy Swordsman students on the weekdays exude a heart-rending demon.

Li Danxia swallowed a mouthful of water.

Feeling the horrible breath of the other side of the sword, the real element in his body was also unreservedly poured into the two long swords in his hands.

The hilt of his two long swords is golden, but the blade is red.

As his true elements are poured in, the golden and red-red glows are mixed together, and the two swords are really like two burning sunsets.

The ink dust flew up and a sword smashed toward the two sunsets.

When his sword came out, there were countless pictures in his mind.

He saw that the people in Mohou Province completely ignored the existence of his existence. He saw that the people of Ancheng Mojia were spending a lot of time in the province and saw the eyes that countless people looked forward to when they left Changan to leave Changling. He saw that he was hitting the wall in Changling. He could not pass the assessment of many favorite colleges. He saw the shadow of the ink house on his body. He saw his helpless writing to the home of Ancheng and saw the home of Ancheng. The man asked for a few dried herbs that were originally used to extend the life of the elderly in the family. They were decorated with jade boxes and sent to the home of a great man in Changling. He saw that he eventually entered the Qingteng Jianyuan, but he did nothing.

In the end, the picture in front of him was a small sword with a lot of snow and white flowers.

His heart is full of injustice.

He wants a sword to do all the uneven pictures.

The flying white flowers and the burning sunset finally met.

The color of all the sunsets in Li Danxia's eyes disappeared instantly, only to see countless white Puhua flying.

His breathing stopped completely.

A huge force came in, and the two swords in his hand were all broken, and the sword that swung back and forth was on his body.

Two blood flew out of his body.

In the next moment, he could not control more than ten steps, and sat down to the ground.