v2 Chapter 71： No trace of ghost sword

The silver-white sword that Ding Ning flew over his head gave a fierce humming sound, representing the master's anger. The chapter update is the fastest

The sword of the Wujing practitioners was actually blocked by such a teenager, and the boy was still not dead after being attacked by another flying sword!

For the owner of this flying sword, it is a great shame.

However, practitioners compete, life and death are only a difference of time.

In the silver-white little sword, a fierce humming sound was made in the air, and a beautiful arc was drawn in the air. When Ding Ning’s body fell like a meteor, there were countless cracks around the body of the autumn rejuvenation.

The dozens of invisible ropes that the Huangpao youth applied at the cost of their lives finally broke at this time.

A broken and invisible rope is like a really heavy piece of iron rope. It falls on the ground in the autumn and every week, and every section of the road is bursting into a huge air.

Around the body of the autumn rejuvenation, the flowers bloom like waves.

Upon losing the **** of these vital ropes, the strength of the body was finally relieved. The eyes of the autumn rejuvenation fell like a torch on the silver-white sword that flew to Ding Ning. His hands were taken to the back of the pavement!

Two straight and unparalleled swords were handed over to form a complete transparent sword, which was the ultimate thorn.

The backyard of the paving blasted like a sheepskin scorpion that had too much air in the next moment, and countless pieces flew out.

Immediately afterwards, several courtyard walls behind the pavilion were pierced by several large swords.

The dust of a group of blooms in turn, forming a straight line, pointing to a middle-aged practitioner standing in front of a small courtyard.

The anger on the face of this middle-aged practitioner turned into fear. He knew that he had no time to react and could only close his eyes in despair.

Slamming.

His chest and abdomen bones are broken, and the whole body is almost directly smashed into two pieces by this sword.

His body fell backwards and fell into the rear well.

The silver-white flying sword controlled by this practitioner was already less than a foot away from Ding Ning. However, the thin silver-white sword was out of control at this time, and it flew from the top of Ding Ning’s head and fell into the ditch on the side of the road. in.

Qiu Zaixing did not fly to Ding Ning's flying sword, but it was a direct sword to kill the owner of the flying sword, completely solved the root cause, but Ding Ning's eyes did not have any joy.

Because at this time, the two flying swords that are entangled in the battle have already separated.

The snow-flying flying sword that flew out of the carriage had a great distance from the light green flying sword in the end. Finally, it was weak and could not support it. It was smashed by a sword and bounced to the distant roof.

The light green flying sword fluttered and danced around the half-faced pavilion, waiting for the opportunity.

This light green flying sword, together with the gray-black flying sword that disappeared at the moment, still has two flying swords that are deadly.

The light green flying sword circling around the carriage, the flying sword in the carriage has been lost, and the autumn rejuvenation will not dare to leave the carriage.

Before the autumn rejuvenation solved the light green flying sword, he still had to face the flying sword that had the sword of the big Qi Dynasty.

I felt that there were 22 pieces of chips in the body that were condensed into enthusiasm. At this time, Ding Ning only felt lucky.

If he did not get such a means of confrontation from Zhou Jiamo, today, the long-term Sun Xuexue must be forced to take out, and then he and his long-term Sunshine must have to escape from Changling.

It’s just that there are only 22 such cold swords, whether it can support the autumn rejuvenation to solve the flying sword, or wait until the help comes, Ding Ning has no confidence.

The "fly pond" is one of the most bizarre practices in the Daqi Dynasty.

It is an ancient mass grave, and there is another Yinquan. It is a place of yin and stagnation. There are countless flies called "ghost flies" flying outside the Zongmen. Any inner disciple who wants to come out of the mountain gate, It is necessary to kill the fly with a sword, so that a fly does not fall, and this is allowed to go out.

"The unspoken ghost sword" is one of the most important schoolchildren of the "fly pond". It takes many years of hard work to cultivate in such a situation, no matter what reason the practitioner appeared in the assassination, but He must be a true "flying pool" insider.

The practitioners from such a place of practice are not only the means currently presented.

From the very beginning, the young man of Huangpao trapped Qiu Xingxing at the expense of his life. This "flying pool" practitioner is the real core of this assassination.

A piece of fallen leaves turned upside down on Ding Ning's side.

That gray-black sword, I do not know when it has quietly sneaked into the leaves of Ding Ning's side.

"Be careful!"

Qiu Xingxing’s sword also consumed a lot of real yuan, but the war was the most intense. At this moment, he also felt the slight movement of Ding Ning’s side, and suddenly made a scream.

However, when this voice reminded the exit, he was very clear in his own heart. If Ding Ning himself did not feel abnormal before, it was already late.

Although Ding Ning did not realize this gray-black sword earlier, he also perceived the existence of this small sword when the leaves were opened.

Perceived the chill, his brows were slightly picked, and the left hand hanging outside the sleeves moved again.

"嗤".

This is just a sound in anyone's ear, but in reality it is because the interval is too short, exceeding the limits of the human ear, and there are two fewer pieces of the stars in the body.

Two black swords rushed out from Ding Ning's fingertips, and almost exactly the same time shocked the gray-black flying sword that had just floated from the ground.

The screaming sound of the snoring sounded, the little sword that had just been lifted like a poisonous snake lurking in the dead leaves was shot down to the ground, dragging a few scars on the stone.

Zhang Yi’s eyes widened and he was pleasantly surprised, but his body quickly fell into cold.

Because this gray-black sword suddenly violently violently launched, once again flew toward Ding Ning!

As the stronger power blooms, the gray-black sword is swaying like black, and there are countless little devils coming out. By this opportunity, Ding Ning finally perceives the weak to the extreme line in the air. I realized the true meaning of this practitioner from the "fly pond".

The practitioner from the "flying pool" turned out to be a two-street alley, sitting down in a broken house!

Under such a long distance, Ding Ning can be sure that even if Qiu Xianxing discovered his existence, he could not kill him in a short time.

As for himself, it is impossible to reach the other side through two streets.

The chill in his heart is thicker, but his emotions are still calm to the extreme.

Three black swords light rushed out from the tip of his left finger, and a sword and a sword were accurately killed on the gray-black sword.

The gray-black little sword broke his two swords, and the sword finally slowed down when he broke his third sword light.

Ding Ning's right hand and long sword will be thrown out at this time, slap on the gray-black sword.

The gray-black sword was shaken again and flew out.

A thunderstorm like this sounded at this time.

Autumn rejuvenated his hands again, but unlike before, his hands were swept in the air.

More than a dozen criss-crossing lights illuminate.

These rays are not like sword light, but knife light.

His arms are like a knife, pulling the heavens and the earth to stagger in the air.

The light green flying sword did not expect him to have such a means to be forced into a small space in the violent knife light. When the sound of a bang broke, a knife light finally captured the sword, and the smashing of it was here. The handle is light green on the small sword.

There was a loud snoring noise in the far lanes.

The light green little sword swayed hard to wear the knife net. This blow obviously caused serious damage to the owner of the small sword. However, the owner of the small sword also knew the situation at this time, so he still supported it. After the light green sword retired more than ten feet, it began to accelerate again, posing numerous twisted swords in the air.

In the small courtyard not far from Ding Ning and Zhang Yi, Xue Forgot to sit in the wicker chair in the bedroom. Since the battle happened, he just frowned and quietly hid in this dimly lit room.

At this time, Shen Yan took the door and stood nervously beside him.

Listening to the sound of each blow outside, I feel the performance of Ding Ning. Although his face is more and more nervous, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

"Five feet behind me, hey!"

At this time, he suddenly gave a loud drink to Shen Shen.

The spirit of indulgence is also tightened to the limit, and the hands are all fine sweat.

He didn't feel anything, but Xue forgot his voice and couldn't resist the command, let him subconsciously turn his sword.

The bang banged.

A thunder fell to him five feet behind him.

Five feet behind him is a window.

Just as the thunder of his sword was falling, a little grayish black light was penetrating through the gap in the window.

The gray-black sword that had just been blocked by Ding Ning, suddenly surrendered silently!

"Zi".

The gray-black sword was condensed and thundered by the thunder. The sword suddenly appeared a lot of blue smoke, and the blade seemed to wriggle like a pain.

But Shen Shen’s breathing has completely stopped, even if he can feel that the sword is gaining momentum and has the power to burst out.

Xue forgot to scream, and he would cough up if he didn't breathe well, but he forcibly held back, his face was bloody, and he screamed again: "Freehand brushwork, oh!"

Sinking is almost subconscious, and the real yuan in the body rushes out with this voice.

There was a myriad of black light in the long sword rune in his hand. There seemed to be a giant ink group to swallow the whole room. However, before his sword tip, he suddenly shot countless pure and dazzling filaments.

A bright and bright beam of light hits the gray-black sword.

The whole room was lit up like a pure sun.

In all the gaps, all shoot pure and dazzling light!