Chapter 49: Sword Qi Mei, Snowfall
Any sword art, including flying swords, would have the most reasonable response to the sword stances when faced with the other party's various different blades and different ways of attacking.
Picking, plucking, teasing, stabbing, chopping, dragging, knocking, shocking... all kinds of sword moves composed of various sword methods, in the ordinary time to refine purely, in the face of the attack, will naturally use the most reasonable move to respond to the most effective on the enemy to kill and injure, and does not hinder their own counter-attack of the next sword.
However, there was a big difference in what the various sword scriptures focused on, for example, the common sword techniques in the Qin army, such as Zhenma Sword Technique and Heavy Stone Sword Scripture, only pursued the power of the sword, and the Wind Chasing Sword Technique pursued the absolute speed of the stabbing attack. The different focuses resulted in the simplicity and complexity of the sword techniques recorded in the various sword scriptures.
The Wildfire Sword Scripture was a very cold sword scripture, not many people practiced it, so the masked black-clothed man sitting on the cold steps didn't recognize it, but he could see that this sword technique focused on many aspects, each sword delivery had five or six different variations to deal with the opponent's various means of attack, as well as a variety of variations that could be brought out to follow up.
This made the sword strokes of this sword art extraordinarily dense and complex, and within a small area it was like there was always a field of weeds expanding, and then there was always a wildfire inside that could rise up at any time to hurt people.
However, the complicated sword technique is sometimes not simple and direct enough, in the power is not enough sound, speed and power has a great shortage, the most critical thing is, the more complicated it is, the more difficult it is to master.
Some sword skills regardless of how the other side of the attack, just a sword to chop, and the wildfire sword scripture this sword scripture, in the face of the other side of the sword across the cut, in their own sudden advance, are afraid that there are at least five or six different means of coping with, sometimes too many means of coping with, instead of hesitation, instead of thinking about which to use, but also let a person can not help but think about the use of that kind of after that kind of, what kind of sword momentum they want to follow next.
At this moment, the reason why Ding Ning had won the heartfelt admiration of the masked man in black was because his sword strokes did not have any hesitation, did not have any drag.
Obviously, the complicated sword technique that was known for its defense and weak counterattacks, in his hands, he even had a taste for harsh killings.
In this masked black clothed man's information, this wine store teenager entered the White Sheep Cave cultivation is only more than twenty days of time, to such a complicated sword scripture can have such an understanding, even if it is the Minshan Sword Sect and the Spirit Void Sword Sect of the vast majority of the new entrants are afraid that it is difficult to do.
It was just that the more admirable the talent displayed by this wine store boy was, the more he had to die here today.
Ding Ning's lips pursed tightly as the broken sword in his hand sliced through the throat of the person in front of him without mercy.
That person had only just swung up a handle*, the sudden loss of air and blood in his throat made him suddenly unable to breathe, and he fell forward without even being able to scream out a miserable howl.
Since then, six people had already fallen around him.
It was just that this kind of violent battle was a heavy burden on his cultivation and body at this time.
His breath was already burning hot.
More than ten stray lights suddenly appeared in the night sky above him.
His feet lurched and lashed out again, his skinny body passing through the armpit of a person in front of him like lightning, and the stumpy sword in his right hand ruffled backhandedly, slicing a huge incision in the side of that person's waist.
In the darkness, this assassin let out a beastly miserable howl.
Because of this sword, there was a pause in the movement of his entire body.
Seven people fell in a row in an instant, even the ten or so assassins at the back of this street became unusually pale, and their feet were somewhat difficult to move.
"Still saying that they are iron blooded men who have seen big scenes, they are scared of being killed like this, they are not even as good as ordinary Qin army soldiers, mountain bandits are just mountain bandits, they can't make it to the stage."
The masked man with a Dao bun muttered to himself as he stood up.
Right at the moment he stood up, Ding Ning sensed something strange, in the darkness, the masked man in black's eyes began to emanate a jewel-like light, and even his skin began to shine through like a firefly.
Ding Ning's body became a little stiff, his heart beating violently, he knew that the truly terrifying enemy had finally appeared.
The instant this masked man in black began to move his steps, all of those assassins who had previously blocked this long alleyway with a long Penny in their hands, with the exception of those who lay down on the ground and were no longer able to get up, all of them retreated backward one after another.
The black-clothed, masked man crossed over the retreating number of people, and was facing Ding Ning, who had stopped and started to gasp for breath, his sneering gaze swept over the corpses around Ding Ning's body, and he said earnestly, "What a ruthless tactic, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I definitely wouldn't have believed that this was coming from the hand of a practitioner who had only just begun cultivation less than a month ago."
Ding Ning lowered the Mordant Flower Sword in his right hand, letting the blood on the sword drip down the cracks as he adjusted his breathing and calmly looked at the black-clothed, masked man and asked, "Who are you people?"
"You must want to know who is trying to kill you, it's just a pity that I have no comment. If these people can kill you, then I can get the same price just by sitting there and watching." The black-clothed, masked man smiled, "I'm just someone who came to take charge of killing you."
Ding Ning didn't say anything else as the black-clothed masked man had already started moving his steps again.
Regardless of why the other party was interested in talking to himself these two more times, it was clear that the other party would not waste any time.
He took a deep breath and didn't manage to escape, as facing a cultivator who had already reached the True Origin realm, escaping would only cause him to die faster.
The black-clothed, masked man's eyes tended to be absolutely calm and stern, and a ferocious murderous aura emanated from his body.
His steps were very stable, appearing to have the exact same frequency, yet his figure was getting faster and faster, and right when the third step was raised, his feet had completely detached from the ground, and his entire body drifted and flew forward.
The black-clothed masked man's right hand moved slightly, a surge of heaven and earth yuan qi surged out from his body, holding up his entire sleeve as if it was about to explode, however, in the next instant, the reflection of any blades did not appear in his hands.
He had empty hands, no sword was visible at his waist side, and no sword was visible on his back.
A thin piece of yellow paper flew out from between his sleeves.
Seeing such a piece of light yellow paper, Ding Ning's eyes suddenly narrowed, a bitter coldness surged up from the depths of his heart, his feet staggered, his entire body retreated back as fast as possible, at the same time, the remnants of the sword in his hand constantly took the momentum of the beat, drastically slapping forward, as far as possible, exhausting the air in front of him.
Countless dark green horizontal sword shadows were generated in front of his body like rows of miscellaneous tree branches.
The light yellow paper that flew out from the black-clothed masked man's sleeve snorted softly in the air and dispersed into countless tiny ashes.
These ashes dispersed outwards, and the true essence contained within brought out a trajectory, but it burned violently in an instant, instantly forming a horrifying fireball with a diameter of about ten feet.
Ding Ning closed his eyes, and his left hand also landed on the hilt of his sword, slapping another sword shadow forward in this instant.
There was a loud explosion.
The cold streets and alleys were filled with endless dryness, and countless stray flames flew through the air for a distance of several feet before strangely disappearing completely.
Ding Ning's entire person flew out backwards behind the disintegrating fire mass.
The White Sheep Cave outer robe on his body instantly appeared with countless scorched black holes, and even his tender face had several scorch marks appearing on it.
The tiger's mouths on both of his hands were all torn, and blood flowed down the hilts of his swords.
However, there was no expression of shock on his face.
Looking at Ding Ning, who was still tightly gripping the sword in his hand, the masked black-haired man frowned slightly.
The fact that this strike had not directly killed Ding Ning had already exceeded his greatest prediction.
At this moment, he no longer wanted any more surprises, so he took a deep breath as the true essence in his body surged out once more.
In his right sleeve, a piece of yellow paper once again flew out.
This thin piece of yellow paper did not appear weightless like the first piece of yellow paper, nor did it directly disappear, instead, this piece of yellow paper was like an incomparably heavy gold brick that ruthlessly fell to the ground in front of him.
A muffled thud.
The dozens of green stones on the ground instantly crumbled, and the underground soil exploded, and every piece of green stone and soil was infused with heaven and earth yuan qi, all of which became unusually heavy, and all of which jumped up and pressed towards Ding Ning.
The remnant sword in Ding Ning's hand once again transformed into a cloud of sword shadows.
Picking, slashing, chopping, slashing...all sorts of sword techniques formed a dense sword momentum in front of him.
Countless dull sounds rang out.
He retreated more than ten steps in a row.
A broken piece of lapis lazuli smashed heavily into his ribs.
With a "pfft" sound, a mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth.
The masked black-haired man's eyes narrowed abruptly, and a light of surprise and shock flashed in his eyes once again.
Ding Ning was surprisingly only injured, and was actually able to survive this strike from him!
"You're already out of it...what are you waiting for...this persistence will only cause you more pain before you die."
This complex emotion that arose from the accident caused this masked, black-haired man to sigh softly as he couldn't help but speak out the moment his right hand once again pinched a piece of yellow talisman paper.
Ding Ning still did not make a sound.
He merely took a deep breath and raised his sword to his eyebrows.
The coldness between the masked black-haired man's eyes and eyebrows caused a layer of white frost to seemingly color his eyebrows.
With a low gulp, the true essence and heaven and earth energy erupted from his hand, blowing out this talisman paper in his hand.
The talisman paper disappeared without a trace the moment it flew out of his sleeve.
Then snow began to fall in front of him.
Flakes of white snowflakes formed in the air.
The edges of each snowflake became sharper and sharper.
