v2 Chapter 37： Flying sword in the fish market

Ding Ning is still quietly moving forward, and he has already arrived at the ghost-speaking pier. . . See the latest and most complete novels

This is under the slings of several piles of dry wood. These slings are slightly higher than the other stilts because they are relatively heavy, so the wooden pillars used for support are more common than the stilts. More, some of the wooden pillars are very random, some are skewed, and the wooden pallets below the docks serve as docks. Many floating buckets and small awning boats are docked on both sides, and the cables are tied to these wooden pillars. The entanglement of the rope loops is naturally reminiscent of hanged ghosts.

His footsteps seem to be random, but in reality they control the time accurately.

This is a fish market. It is born with many real masters who do not allow outsiders to come here. So if you want to kill him here, he has a natural advantage.

The reason why he and Shen Shen set the time is because he wants to give the enemy a chance, but he must also ensure that people who can control the situation can arrive in time.

If you want to kill his enemies, you have to solve them once, otherwise there will be many unpredictable dangers in the future, and he wants to be far more profound than the average person. Even if he can’t know from the person who stabbed himself, he stood behind him. Who is it, but it is possible to use them to achieve his other purpose.

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The surface of the water is already frozen, because the water here is dirty black water, so the ice surface is also black, more to set off the name of this ghost see the pier.

The original, not so strong pallet was firmly frozen on the ice, so it was more stable than usual.

The surrounding awning boats and round floats were also frozen and not even the long, short ice ribs on the cables.

Everything is so dead, there is no figure in the line of sight.

However, Ding Ning knew that one of the practitioners closest to him at the moment was in a awning boat on the left side.

The practitioner's body emits a very weak breath, and his breathing is extremely stable. He has to breathe a little for a long time.

Even Ding Ning is so close, the practitioner's breathing rate has not changed.

In fact, in addition to this practitioner, there are two practitioners who are far away and who have been copied. He has not been able to perceive any scent that belongs to the practitioner.

He only smelled the smell.

This is the unique feature of the three corpses without my own life.

Although the perception of infuriating, real yuan, and heaven and earth is not as good as that of nine dead silkworms, but for some subtle sounds, the perception of smells, etc., the three corpses have no my own life and nerves are beyond the reach of other exercises.

From the two former practitioners who secretly followed him, and the practitioners who were close to him at the moment, he smelled a slight stench, but it seemed to be a bit sweet and greasy.

This is the smell of the juice of the snake disk, which is no stranger to Ding Ning.

The sap of the snake disk flower is a natural poison. It is almost impossible for the practitioners under the five borders to force the poison out. For the practitioners below the three borders, it can be said that they see the blood seal.

But feeding poison on the swordsman's blade is extremely shameful for Changling's ethos. Even in Daqin, only the rogue geniuses in Jiaodong County will smear such dramas on their swords. poison.

People with such a blade can only come to kill, not to find something to talk about.

Listening to the slight breathing that occasionally rang, Ding Ning's footsteps still did not stop, and the look on the face still did not have any abnormalities.

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

Suddenly, however, his right hand has already grasped the hilt of the last flower remnant sword, and the speed is extremely amazing, dragging a few swords in the air.

A simple white sword symbol instantly formed and disappeared.

In the **** frost, a few ice ridges sprinted on the awning, and in this quiet space, a harsh tear.

The practitioners in the awnings were ready to burst out at the next moment. He did not think that his own tracks were exposed, and he did not even think that Ding Ning would be unreasonable, and did not ask the cause directly.

Under extreme shock, the sharp front end of the ice has penetrated under the awning, and the real elements in the black stalker hidden in it are unreservedly poured out. In a small space, it is too late to display anything. The sword's hand reached out and slammed on the back of the awning. A louder rupture sound had not yet come out. His whole person had been squirming like a wounded black bird in a weird posture.

This is a squatter with a short beard, his lips are a bit thick, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and he is not masked at all.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but the shock on his face was shocked only when his body was just separated from the broken face, and he had to think about the moment in which he would counterattack in the future. Such as the numerous white flowers surrounded by Jianguang, has already smashed into his waist!

The wine shop boy who thought he could kill in an instant, and did not need to cover his face, even counted his own reaction, and had already stopped to the back of the awning without any stop. The thin body of the other side stretched to the limit. With a posture like bending on the awning, leaning on the body, it pierced his waist with great precision and penetrated into the depths of his internal organs!

The short-haired black savvy hears the sound of a similarly inflated sheepskin scorpion in his body.

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

He felt the power in his body dying, but the black dagger with a sweet smell in his right hand was raised and wanted to give Ding Ning a fatal blow before he died.

However, at this time, there was a sharp tingling on his neck, and a downward impact made him fail to complete a slashing action and then fell out.

A muffled sound.

He felt like a piece of meat in the butcher's hand and was shot on the chopping board.

When his back and the icy black ice hit him, he could hear the squeaking sound on his neck, followed by countless tiny squeaks from the surrounding ice.

He only reacted, and Ding Ning’s action did not stop at all. When he was suffering from the pain, the sword in the other hand had already pulled out from his waist, and then quickly penetrated his neck.

The sound at this time was that hot blood was sprayed from his neck, and countless blooddrops splashed on the cold ice, and the sound of a small hole was burned on the ice.

how is this possible!

Obviously, it is a city boy who has not been fighting. How to kill people seems to be more cruel and more skilled than himself!

He first felt inexplicably shocked and incredible.

Then I feel the fear.

It’s just that he opened his mouth, but he couldn’t even make any sound.

His last feeling was that hot blood came from the throat, filling the gap in his mouth and pouring from his lips.

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The black lover, like a black fish that had just been slaughtered, distorted on the ice.

The scarlet blood was shocked and spread on the ice, and it quickly penetrated.

Ding Ning, who stabbed the black sorcerer with two swords, was a strangely calm face. He stood firm on the blood-stained ice, straightened up and turned to look.

A green robes and a practitioner wearing a dark red brocade robes have appeared on the ice not far away.

The two practitioners also did not have a mask.

The young man in the green robe has short hair, looks like he is in his forties, his eyebrows are sparse, and his eyes are somewhat brown.

The practitioner of the dark red robes has a round face and a short stature. There is not much difference between the merchants of Changling and many of the waist-filled fat, but the eyes of the slightly stunned eyes are all venomous. look.

"Although I don't know who is letting you kill me, but here to kill, you are too arrogant."

Feeling the strong breath of the two men at the moment, Ding Ning still did not have the slightest tension. Instead, he said with a sympathetic tone: "This is a fish market. You think this is what a cat and dog can take a lap. Then where do you leave easily?"

Hearing the sound of Ding Ning, the short-haired practitioner of Qingpao was expressionless, but the practitioner of round fat merchants shook his head and learned his words: "Although I don't know how you found us, but found it still Dare to lead us to shoot, even if it is a fish market, we still have time to kill you and leave."

When his voice just sounded, a thin, sleek little sword had fallen down against a wooden post behind Ding Ning, and then flew toward Ding Ning's back neck.

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

It was just that Ding Ning Ming Ming had already smelled the smell of the flying sword. At this time, he did not move, and even the sword had no intention of slamming the flying sword.

"wrong!"

The two practitioners also felt the same at the same time, and the eyelids were sharply contracted.

The practitioner of the chubby merchants sensed the chill from the bottom of the ice, and the heart gave birth to great fear. His true element rushed out from under his feet, and his hands were mad, as if to grasp something at this moment.

However, he and the young robes around him have already discovered that it is too late to change anything.

A cracking sound, a crack appeared on the black ice under his feet, and the fountain sprayed some ice and water vapor.

A small red sword pierced from the bottom of his right foot, and then there was a blood spring and a broken piece, like a snake, flying out of his back!

The fat-skinned merchant-like practitioner stared at his eyes, and he fell back heavily. Until now, he could not find out who the sword was.

His thin flying sword lost control and floated away. He slipped a few feet from the side of Ding Ning's body and slanted into a wooden post. He swayed slightly and swayed like a dead cockroach.