v3 Chapter 89: What is he going to do?

Name:The Sword Dynasty Author:Wu Zui
Puffs of blood waves constantly open pan in the clear stream, the stream will quickly dyed glaring red, black rear Shuoshu did not feel fear, continue to move forward, and then the sword pierced silk.

Blooming white flowers on a fine thread root sword, in the **** waves, such as **** blooming flowers.

Blood has gradually spread to Ding Ning's body, but his face is still calm to the extreme, he is only an extremely stable output of the real element, so that the silk is densely covered in every inch of the stream in front of the stream.

These black squirrels are all different, and the movements are faster than the practitioners under most of the three worlds, but none of them can pass through these dense swords, as they are successively worn by the swords. There are countless strings of black candied haws in the bright red stream.

"Sure enough."

The face of the Qingpao man behind the net glaze has become extremely serious. He whispered with some emotion: "The extensibility of the end of the foil is the best in the world."

"It's not just the first in the world, but the ability to bear the true yuan is the best in the world."

After a slight pause, he shook his head like he corrected his own words and said: "It seems that the real yuan is strong, and the sword's swords can bear it... The stronger the real yuan, the more the swords can stretch. The longer it is, the more powerful it is."

"I have heard people say that you did not want to challenge some of the strong men of the Bashan sword field at the time, including the master of the sword. At this moment, you think that you have won the master of this foil? "The net glass turned around and looked at the man who was alone in the Qingpao, and asked in a sincere manner."

"That is just a slang when young people are ignorant." The Qingpao man smiled and laughed at himself. "Even now, in the face of this sword master, there is still no possibility of victory, because my sword is disabled." Unbearable, and this sword is still fighting."

The net glass frown was slightly picked, but it was somewhat dissatisfied for the man in the Qingpao: "Is it still not a sword?"

"While the sword is folded, the sword body can be extended with the true yuan. There is no difference between the folding and the folding, and the sword body is shocked by the powerful real yuan. There are countless small cracks... the sword is broken into silk, but on the enemy More possibilities, in a sense, this sword has given new life." Qingpao man looked at Ding Ning standing in the blood of the stream, could not help but whispered: "Or, this wine shop teenager Give this sword a new life."

The net glaze is a true genius. It is difficult to be compared with the world. Many of the so-called geniuses of Changling are stupid in her eyes, so she is naturally very proud. Even many people in the former Bashan sword field, even this She was not convinced by the master of the last foil sword. However, at this moment, she listened to the words of the Qingpao man, but did not express any objection, but was silent.

The filaments of white flowers are harvested to harvest these black squirrels even faster than the burning golden clouds. However, this cold and silent harvest is not like the heat and brightness of the flames. The follow-up black squirrels are still coming forward to Ding Ning, and it seems that unless they are all killed by the silk, the black tide will stop.

However, Ding Ning does not want to endlessly consume precious real yuan.

The real element that had been rushing out of his hand suddenly broke for a moment.

With the interruption of his real-yuan output, the swordsmanship before the wandering began to shrink and close together.

Numerous scattered swords rejoined and became a sword.

The rat corpses that were strung together by these swords were squeezed by the sword silk while squeezing them into each other, and in almost a moment, they burst into numerous broken irregular pieces.

Ding Ning had some sticky streams that had already been swelled by blood, just like a boiled porridge pot.

All the black squirrels at the rear suddenly found that their actions slowed down. The reason for the slowness was that they seemed to have gotten into a viscous porridge pot, and then at the next moment, they saw floating in front of them and squeezing them in them. The body is all the same kind of flesh and blood.

They finally feel the fear of instinct.

They began to madly retreat, forming a retrograde black tide.

Ding Ning looked up calmly and looked to the rear of the Kuroshio.

Like the process that Xie Changsheng encountered, there was a wave of silver behind the Kuroshio, and then a wave of disordered blood.

Numerous silver lizard-like beasts prey on these squirrels at an alarming rate, and then a large part of them climbed on the banks of the rivers on both sides, began to molt, and the limbs began to wither, seemingly to be transformed into another form, but the thorns on both sides A lot of red sand worms were drilled in the bushes, and they began to swallow these silver beasts, and the body began to transform the vitality of the cold.

This is an unnatural transformation, an unimaginable picture, but in this process, Ding Ning has no movement at all, just watching calmly.

He didn't even take a step on the bank, let the smoky smog reach the extreme stream of water, until the stream became clear again, and then rinse him.

"Why is he still not going?"

The green robe man behind the net glazed frowns again and again.

At this time, Xie Changsheng had already fled when he was riding a red sand worm. If he changed himself, he would either take the time to leave like Xie Changsheng, or take advantage of these red sandworms when they have not finished. Kill these red sand bugs. Because if these black squirrels are equivalent to the ordinary warriors in the world, then the red sand worms after the completion of these changes are equivalent to the practitioners of the world, and the two are already fundamentally different.

In his view, Ding Ning will certainly pay a heavy price even if Ding Ning is confident that he can kill all these frostbite after the completion of the change.

The net glass shook her head, and she did not understand what Ding Ning was doing at the moment.

This is the Jianshan ancestors, especially she is the perverted layout of the Xie Changsheng mouth. These are the links she arranged. However, Ding Ning repeatedly asked her not to understand, she was watching other swordsmen. When young talents, the hearts are judged by stupid monks and can be made. She is standing in the examiner's position and looking at these people with a selection of eyes. However, Ding Ning gives her a completely different feeling.

He is like a mystery, and even in many ways, the net glaze even feels that he is not as good as Ding Ning.

Although Ding Ning's cultivation is still low in her view, it has already brought her an unspeakable pressure.

Prior to this, this kind of pressure can only be given by the bouldering of the spiritual sword.

"No matter what he wants to do... With his performance, he is already qualified to enter the practice of my ancestral sword." The net glass was silent for a moment.

The Qingpao man slightly decapitated and agreed.

The net glass slowly looked up and said coldly: "But he still has to follow the rules of the sword club and must win in the sword meeting."

The Qingpao man looked at her side and smiled slightly.

The rules are the rules, especially this is the sword meeting in the face of the entire Daqin dynasty. Naturally, it is impossible to open a door for someone. However, this sentence of net glaze reappears her expectations. She hopes that Ding Ning will win. .

As the teacher responsible for giving her some guidance during her practice, he naturally hopes that Ding Ning will bring her some real pressure to the practice of Lushan Jianzong.

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All the silver little beasts sat in a state of slumbering, and the sides of the creek were silvery, and then slowly became rare under the swallowing of red sand worms.

The red scent of these red sandworms is getting stronger and stronger. At first, there is a scent of frost on the corners of the mouth, which forms the ice sand hanging on the lips. However, as time goes by, the ice sand formed by these colds gradually becomes gradually. Covered the whole body.

The original red sand worms are like a layer of black ice armor, and because these ice sands are irregular in shape and embossed, the appearance of these red sand worms suddenly becomes fierce.

As the silver beasts in front of them became more and more scarce, the worms covered in ice sand finally began to notice the existence of Ding Ning waiting in the stream.

A long worm close to Ding Ning opened his mouth with some hesitation.

A group of frozen gas condenses in its mouth.

It doesn't move fast, but the condensation of this group is as fast as the swordsman's sword.

A cracking sound.

This frozen gas turned into a long, icy ice rim, turning into a cold light and directly hitting Ding Ning's chest.

Ding Ning looked at the cold light and swung the sword.

A crackling sound, the ice ribs shattered on his sword with white flowers, and many of the ice fell in the stream in front of him.

The blade was slightly trembled, and Ding Ning’s brow was slightly stunned.

The power of this blow is slightly beyond his expectations.

However, his movements did not stop at all. After blocking this ice-striking blow, a new real yuan broke into the end of his hand, and then the sword was steadily pulled forward.

There was a slap in the air.

A white sword symbol is generated, and then turned into a white sword, sweeping toward the shore in front of his sword.

More than ten long worms were shrouded in this sword, and the hail formed by the ice sand suddenly split, and then the flesh and blood were cut and turned into dozens of pieces of scattered meat.

"I still want to kill?"

The Qingpao man behind the net glaze gave a scornful incomprehensibility. At this time, Ding Ning’s subtle movement caught his attention.

Ding Ning carefully looked at the reaction of all these frosty insects, then looked up and looked at the distance in one direction.

In the distant place, in the deep red thorns, it seems that there has been a strange movement.

"He deliberately waited for the killing of these frosty insects to complete the killing. I want to see if it will lead to something else?"

The brows of the Qingpao man were deeply locked up and couldn’t help but say: "It’s not easy to deal with these mysterious worms. If something happens next more than the scented worm, then he will not trap himself. Unfavorable situation?"

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