Chapter 50:
The pupils of Ding Ning's eyes were also colored white by these white snowflakes.
The other party's strike just now had broken two of his ribs and caused considerable damage to his internal organs.
He was also very clear that even if he used his true cultivation from the start, he might not be able to kill this masked black-clothed man.
This was because the other party was actually a Rune Master who was relatively rare in Changling.
Moreover, the other party had reported the idea of a quick battle when he first struck, so his strike was a talisman that consumed a large amount of true essence, and this kind of pure realm power crushing made it impossible for him to fight against it.
However, he was not an ordinary cultivator, his perception of certain scents, especially those he was familiar with, was much stronger than this talisman master opposite him.
The indifference and calmness on his face was true indifference and calmness.
It was because he was indeed waiting for a chance to get close enough to kill this Rune Master.
And the opportunity was right now!
Just at this instant when these white snowflakes had just been created along with the condensation of heaven and earth yuan qi and floated above his head, with their edges starting to sharpen but not yet sharp enough, a gray shadow drifted down noiselessly from under the eaves of the roof at the side of the masked black-clothed man.
The masked black-clothed man's Nian Li was controlling these snowflakes in front of him, but he was after all a strong man who had experienced killing battles for a long time, and in this instant, he keenly sensed the killing intent from behind him, and thinking that this was yet another unanticipated accident, an angry sharp whistle came out of his mouth, and in his left hand that had been shrouded in his sleeve suddenly appeared a short sword that didn't have the slightest reflection in the darkness of the night, and with a single stroke of his sword, he stabbed towards the gray He stabbed at the gray figure coming from behind.
Although it was a hasty response, the moment the sword was thrust out, a layer of powerful true essence surged up on the body of the black short sword, and with a loud boom, a flat sword qi rushed out sharply from the tip of the sword, piercing through the cold air, as if the short sword had instantly transformed into a thick and straight black spear.
However, what the masked black-clothed man did not expect was that this gray shadow behind him did not dodge this sword in the slightest, instead, he used his entire chest and pressed up towards him with this sword, and at the same time, an incomparably ruthless sword light also chopped down fiercely towards the back of his neck!
This masked black-robed talisman master would definitely not be afraid of this kind of vicious same-death fight on a regular basis, however, he knew very well that he could not easily die here, so his throat once again let out an angry low roar, and with his true essence surging under both of his feet, his entire person instantly turned into a falling leaf, and in the extremely short amount of time, he softly drifted to the side to let go of the sword, and avoided this sneaky sword attack from behind him.
Ding Ning was already sprinting forward!
At the same time that this Rune Master's left-handed sword stabbed backhandedly, his body had already rushed straight out forward, he did not breathe, he just held his breath, bursting out all of his strength as much as he could in an instant.
The heavy snow flakes were still pausing in the air, not sharp enough to edge this instant, but also cut countless thin bloody slashes on his face and hands, but his movements did not pause in the slightest, and he was already less than a foot away from this masked black-robed rune master just as he floated out like a falling leaf for more than ten feet.
The masked black-robed rune master let out a harsh cry, his entire body swept towards the eaves on one side, and at the same time, his thoughts were once again focused on the area between him and Ding Ning.
He already felt that this place was getting out of control, and already didn't even want to care about the life-threatening Swordmaster behind him, only wanting to instantly kill Ding Ning and leave.
Those white flakes of snow vibrated once again, about to turn into a terrifying blizzard.
At this very instant, Ding Ning had already struck out with his sword.
He brought up a shower of sword shadows in front of him, and in the dark green flames of light, there was like a white wildfire burning.
The distance between his person and the masked black-robed talisman master was still one zhang, and the sword in his hand was only two feet in length, so with his current realm, it was impossible to touch the other party.
However, in this very instant, a sharp stabbing pain shot through the masked black-robed Rune Master's face, and his eyes were even unable to open.
As icy coldness seeped through his flesh and blood, he reacted instantly to the fact that Ding Ning had actually slapped many flakes of snow with his sword power, catapulting them onto his face at an astonishing speed.
What chilled his heart and made him feel unbelievable was that in this instant when his eyes were unable to open, his nimbus was unable to perceive Ding Ning's presence!
The only thing in his perception was the frantically rushing swordmaster behind him.
Everything about Ding Ning's aura was as if it had disappeared out of thin air!
A bloody aura suddenly surged up from beneath him.
This black-clothed Rune Master finally realized what was going on, forcing his eyes open with a sharp cry as the black short sword in his left hand slashed downwards.
In his blurred vision, he could only see the dark green remnant of the sword, which was stabbing diagonally into the inner side of his right thigh!
His black short sword once again erupted with a powerful sword qi.
However, it was too late, the coldness had already penetrated into his bones.
The dark green remnant of the sword extremely swiftly picked off several of his important blood veins and withdrew dramatically, bringing out fountains of blood!
The black-clothed talisman master's eyes were shocked as the black short sword in his hand folded and chopped downwards towards Ding Ning's head.
There was a booming sound of shock.
Ding Ning's body once again flew backwards.
The black-clothed talisman master's eyes widened incredulously to the extreme.
He could not believe that Ding Ning was still alive.
He couldn't believe that Ding Ning was still able to seal this sword counterattack of his in this situation.
It was also at this moment that the sword light in the hands of the gray shadow behind him had once again landed behind him.
Because of the natural disparity in realm, the sleeve of the black-robed Rune Master's right hand flicked back viciously, and a wave of true essence with dozens of slices of runic snow that hadn't yet had time to form completely, like a large wave, ruthlessly rushed at the body of this gray shadow behind him.
Poof!
A muffled sound was issued first.
All of the clothes on this gray shadow's chest were smashed to pieces by the true essence slaps.
Immediately after, more than ten snorting sounds rang out.
More than ten narrow bloody holes appeared on the bloody flesh of this gray shadow's chest, and the shattered white snow dust could vaguely be seen melting dramatically.
However, this gray shadow was indescribably valiant.
Under such sobriety, only a humongous muffled grunt came from his throat.
The longsword in his hand only slightly deviated from its direction and ruthlessly chopped into the masked black-robed rune master's left shoulder.
The masked black-robed Rune Master's eyes suddenly changed as he howled like a beast at the end of its rope.
The black short sword in his left hand stabbed at the gray shadow's heart chakra, however, because of the dizziness brought about by the massive blood loss in his thighs and the impact of the force from his left shoulder, his sword also deviated and stabbed into the gray shadow's shoulder socket.
This gray shadow also roared harshly.
The longsword in his hand was once again raised and kept chopping down.
One sword!
Two swords!
A flurry of blood kept spewing out from the masked black-robed rune master's shoulder and neck.
The masked black-clothed Rune Master landed on the ground, unable to stand, and was pressed down by the power of this sword's sword, directly kneeling on the ground.
The short sword in his left hand was raised, and the five fingers of his right hand were constantly shaking.
However, whether it was the short sword in his left hand or the true essence between his right hand, it was always a little short of strength and could not be extended.
Poof!
Poof!
As the fifth sword fell, he finally sat down disheveledly, his hands hanging down.
The last realization in his mind was filled with remorse and incomprehensibility.
This was because in tonight's plan, he was originally not supposed to make a move at all, yet seeing Ding Ning's performance and seeing that these Jianghu hans were unable to kill Ding Ning, he had violated his orders. He thought that he could definitely kill Ding Ning and quickly leave, yet he did not think that this was his own endgame.
He did not fear death, yet the thought that his death might bring troublesome and horrific consequences to his revered master was too much for him to repent.
At the same time, what made it difficult for him to comprehend even on his deathbed was... how, in that instant, could Ding Ning control his body to the point where not a single trace of his aura was exposed, and even the aura in his body had disappeared? What exactly was the technique he was practicing?
The last flakes of white snow still remaining in the air crumbled with a bang and disappeared without a trace.
The gray shadow did not stop there.
He once again slashed his sword hard at the shoulder and neck of this talisman master, the true essence in this talisman master's body had completely collapsed, and this sword directly chopped off this talisman master's head, which flew up diagonally.
Only after seeing such an image did this gray shadow finally let go of the longsword in his hand, shaking and walking with difficulty towards Ding Ning, who had already fallen to the ground.
As Ding Ning looked at this gray figure walking towards him, he forced down the unpleasant feeling of vomiting as his internal organs shook, and an unspeakably bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This gray-clothed Swordmaster was the person Wang Taixu had sent earlier to send him to the White Sheep Cave.
He hadn't even purposely asked this sword master's name, but he had sensed before that this sword master was nothing more than a cultivation of the middle grade of the second realm.
It had not occurred to him that in this street, he and such a jianghu character had killed a Rune Master with an upper grade cultivation of the third realm!
It was also at this time that he felt the approach of an unusually familiar aura.
It wasn't until this time that he was finally sure that he was safe.
Then he shook his head softly in the darkness, wordlessly towards the direction of that scent.
In his heart, he very much wanted to be able to rely on Changsun Shaxue's arms at this moment.
Because he was indeed very weak, very tired and very cold at this moment.
However, he knew very well that if he wanted to survive in Changling, it would be best for Changsun Shaxue to not even enter this street.
After he shook his head, he glanced at the End Flower Remnant Sword that was still in his hand, and said softly in his heart, Fortunately, he had not reached the true end.
Only then did he raise his head and look at the gray-shirted sword master who was walking with difficulty and asked, "How are you... how did you end up here?"
The cultivation realm could be considered low in Changling, but the eyes of the gray-shirted Swordmaster, who had hardened himself with a wave of bravery and ruthlessness and had teamed up with Ding Ning to kill a cultivator who had made good use of the Rune Dao, were also filled with celebration, but more than anything else, they were filled with shock and admiration.
"Can't die."
He fished out two wound pills from his sleeve and handed one to Ding Ning before sitting down beside him and swallowing one himself, "It was Mr. Taixu who told me to keep an eye on the vicinity of the Sycamore Falls, and guard you and Miss Changsun Shallow Snow as best as I could."
As the wound medicine entered his mouth, a trace of warmth finally flooded through his chest and abdomen, Ding Ning coughed gently, he knew that since this gray-shirted swordsmith had finally appeared, more people from the two-tiered building would naturally arrive next to make amends, he looked at this gray-shirted swordsmith, who was also heavily injured, and slowly said, "Wang Taixu is very sentimental, and after I told him that he didn't need to take care of me any longer, he still left you here . ...But in this way, I owe you all a favor and a life."
"You're welcome, sir." The gray-shirted swordsmith who normally spoke very little said in a tired but sincere soft voice, "You saved your life yourself, I knew you were a genius, but I didn't expect that you would already possess such a terrifying sword skill in just such a short period of so many days of cultivation."
"I have yet to ask your name." Ding Ning said softly.
"I am the Jing Demon Sect." The gray-shirted swordmaster replied.
Ding Ning looked at him, "What a unique name...with the word devil in your name, are you from the Moon Kingdom?"
The gray-shirted swordsmith, Jing Demon Zong, nodded, "Both of my parents are horse slaves from the Moon Kingdom."
The Yue Clan Kingdom was a small frontier country outside of the Great Qin Dynasty, as well as a tributary vassal state subservient to the Great Qin Dynasty, and horse slaves were slaves belonging to noblemen, and being the descendants of horse slaves, they were able to have a free body in Changling, and were able to use swords. Ding Ning then knew that there must be Wang Taixu's favor in this.
"You're very good with a sword, as long as you can live a long time in Changling, you can definitely become a very strong swordsmith." Ding Ning looked at him and said this seriously.
Jing Demon Clan froze.
He didn't think it was possible, but then again, he felt that Ding Ning's tone was laced with strange implications.
"What could these people possibly be from?" He turned his head to look at Ding Ning, yet Ding Ning's gaze was already resting on the corpse of that black-robed talisman master.
