The Sword Dynasty - v2 Chapter 72
Ding Ning Huoran turned.
He once again determined the idea of the “fly pond” practitioner.
The goal of this “fly pond” practitioner is that all the young people in this street alley, when it is difficult to kill him, this “fly pond” practitioner does not have any obsession, but I want to instantly kill the sinking that is most likely to kill in his eyes.
Only this “flying pool” practitioner ignored the existence of Xue Forgetting. He ignored Xue Xingxu even if he was weaker than the normal old man, but he is a big practitioner above the seven realms! “Fiction” novel chapter updated fastest
The gray-black little sword is now silently assassinating the sword. The sword itself does not carry much powerful power. It is smashed by the sword and suddenly falls out of the window.
The gray-black sword is particularly conspicuous in the incomparably dazzling pure light.
These dazzling and pure light seems to be naturally used for the scent of the gray-black sword. At this time, the sword of the gray-black sword is like black oil, and Ziz’s continuous sound A smoky smoke.
From the beginning, Ding Ning felt that these would not let go of any practitioners in this street, except that they were not Zhīdào’s long-term grandson, so he did not hide his strength, and played a role in key moments. It is to attract the attention of these practitioners, but this “flying pool” practitioner, whether it is repaired or mentally, is far beyond his expectations, and still has done more than he is in control.
The assassin is always more active than the passive defender.
However, the recalculation of the “flying pool” practitioner at this time gave him the opportunity to completely reverse the situation.
He turned around with a black light on his left finger. Everyone thought that he would shoot a gray-black sword that was particularly conspicuous in the bright light. Even the gray-black flying sword had a hint of fear. If you have the spirit, you will regain your spirits and flash upwards.
What everyone did not expect, however, was “hey…” a slap in the face. One by one, the black sword light, but the backhand rushed out, all shot to the light green sword that stalked the numerous shadows.
The light green little sword just wants to reinvent the autumn to the side of the carriage. The sword shadow is shaking. Even if it is autumn rejuvenation, it is difficult to accurately grasp the sword in which the real sword is in, and dare not shoot it at will. At this time, Ding Ning back to this light green little sword shot, naturally not Kěnéng accurate hit.
However, this one-time black and white shot of more than ten shots, but with an amazing cold, through the numerous light green afterimages, instantly pushed the light green sword to the real body.
The eyes of the autumn rejuvenation are like burning.
The practitioner in the distance screamed. Feeling the most critical moment, the sword of the light green sword slammed almost to burst.
However, it is too late.
Qiu Zaixing’s double fists hit again.
The two horrible transparent swords once again synthesize a big sword, instantly piercing a distance of more than ten feet, and slamming on the light green sword.
The light green little sword, like desperate sorrow, instantly loses strength, such as a piece of broken iron flying out, falling where I don’t know.
The gray-black sword that had been deceived was furious, and the blackness of the sword was so violent that it formed dozens of black fly-like things outside the blade. It also went straight to Dingning with a pure straight line.
Ding Ning’s face became extremely dignified.
A sword symbol was completed in front of him.
A large river greets the gray-black sword.
The power of his sword is too far away from the power that this “flying pool” practitioner has fully demonstrated, and Dajiang is directly penetrated.
However, he is only trying to get a quick moment, so that the speed of the gray-black sword that has already flowed out of desperation at this moment has become a little slower. In order to ensure that his next cold sword can hit.
The sound of “嗤” sounded softly.
His fingertips smashed some blood, and the black sword of the coldness of the wafer-like condensation hit the tip of the gray-black sword accurately.
The black little sword instantly burst into a myriad of black fragments, spreading out into layers of chilling air.
The gloomy gray-black sword is like a downwind boat in the rapids, but it suddenly hits a wave. A slight meal in the air.
Only this time, the remaining four or five silent swords in Ding Ning have all been shot out, one by one and hit this gray-black flying sword.
The sword of Feijian is not willing to bend slightly. Was rushed back a few feet.
Ding Ning took a deep breath.
At this time, his power has been exhausted, and no Kěnéng can stop any blow of this gray-black flying sword.
Next, you can only see the autumn rejuvenation.
In the gray-black flying sword, it became extremely violent when there was no smoke and fire. In the eyes of Autumn Rexing, there was tension and worry. However, when Ding Ning’s first cold sword hit the gray-black flying sword, his body was covered. Then I relaxed.
His Zhīdào overall situation has been set.
The easier it is, the more his real yuan is flowing.
The comfort of his heart is also difficult to describe in words.
He burst into laughter and reached out, grabbed the edge of the carriage and directly exploded under his feet. He even dragged the carriage with one hand and flew up, straight down the street.
The wind was overflowing, and the vast majority of the surface had collapsed and collapsed behind him.
The gray-black flying sword stagnate in the air, and no one flies like anyone.
Outside the two streets, the owner of the gray-black flying sword, the man in a ragged shirt, shook his head and flew up. It was only two landings that crossed two streets and appeared on the collapsed surface. In front.
This is a man in his forties. His face is black and oily. His facial features are ordinary. He can leave no impression. At this moment, his hands are full of black fireworks.
He bitterly determined to look at Ding Ning, whispering in a low voice: “How do you Kěnéng so calm?”
No one in the room had time to talk, and with a bang, the walls of a shop were broken.
A long-shoulder who wore a cyan gown walked out of the hole. He held an empty white jade scabbard in his hand, which looked like a 30-year-old man.
However, at this moment, his skin is constantly bleeding. When he just walked out of the courtyard wall, his shirt looks clean, but only after three steps, his green shirt has been soaked with blood. It became a blood robe.
“What is your sword?”
The practitioner squeezed his eyes and let the blood drop not fall into his eyes, so that he could see the face of Ding Ning.
This practitioner is the owner of the light green sword. He ignored the injury and the rejuvenation of the autumn for a long time. Together with the fall of the autumn, he finally broke his flying sword. His injury is already extremely heavy. At this point everyone feels that the reason why he is strong here is to look at Ding Ning before he dies.
“Even if it is a long-term training, the swordsman who specializes in flying swords, Kěnéng is not as accurate as you are… I thought we could rewrite the history books. I didn’t expect you to be wrong.”
The practitioner regretted and looked at Ding Ning with a trace of admiration. He could no longer support it and fell to the ground.
The scene was in silence for a while.
Everyone can understand the emotions of him and the “fly pond” practitioner at this time.
Even if someone else masters the same method of staring and condensing as Ding Ning, it can play such a black sword light. However, under such circumstances, in the face of the oppression of Feijian, who can be so calm?
As long as there is a slight flusteredness and mood swings, as long as one hit, the entire battle will be rewritten by Kěnéng.
However, Ding Ning has never made a mistake.
This is where he and the “fly pond” practitioners are most emotional and shocked.
“Changling is really a place where true dragons are born. Generations and generations, the amazing sons are endless. Just want to remove these few, I did not expect to underestimate…”
The squatting “fly pond” practitioners sigh deeply.
“Time is almost up.”
He felt the faint scent of the air around him, and he took a tribute to the autumn. Road: “This last sword, I want to see the sword of Mr. Qiu’s spirit and the sword.”
Qiu Zaixing understood the meaning of the “flying pool” practitioner, and his face became solemn and abnormal.
In the next moment, the real yuan in his body rushed out. However, countless heaven and earth are coming in, gathering in his right hand.
His right hand became bronze.
The blood in his body also seems to burn, and every inch of flesh and blood bursts with horrible power.
Just one step. He went to the front of the “flying pool” practitioner.
His right hand is a sword and goes straight to the other’s chest.
The “flying pool” practitioner felt the incomparable fierce sword that he had never encountered before, and his eyes flashed a hint of gratitude.
The gray-black sword has already fallen into his hands. As the sword is drawn upwards, countless black elements condense into particles, such as fountains flying like countless fly worms, hitting the body of autumn rejuvenation.
In the next moment, the black spring in front of him was completely destroyed by the sword of autumn rejuvenation.
The body of the “flying pond” practitioners, such as ripe watermelons, blew up in horrible ways, and sprinkled countless blood waves in the streets.
Zhang Yi has an unbearable color and some want to vomit.
Ding Ning did not like these **** smells and held his breath, but he was very clear that he had a dignified battle and died. For this “flying pond” practitioner, he was already the most Hǎode to go to the end of the game~www.mtlnovel.com~ autumn rejuvenation, A strong sense of exhaustion also began to sweep his body.
He took a deep breath and Zhīdào could no longer deal with any of the five practitioners. He turned his head and saw that the blue-shirter who fell on the ground had already died, his nose and mouth dripping. The blood out of the blood is obviously turned into a dark color because of the effect of self-toxicity, and then a lot of flowing air is felt. He is already safe in Zhīdào.
However, what makes him feel abnormal is that, in theory, there should be seven practitioners arriving at this time.
Changling is square and square, and the streets and lanes are generally divided into tofu blocks. Although outsiders may not know everything, he is very clear that there will naturally be dispatch in the two phases of the high level, ensuring that there are seven sects in the square. .
Even if it was the day when the white mountains and rivers screamed and rushed, it was a hasty, and the night policy was only one step away.
However, today’s car is so important, even people who are able to change the history of the book are here, and the time of the fierce battle has been long, why on this side… At this time, there are no practitioners of the seven realms? (To be continued…)