Chapter 49: Sword eyebrows, snow drop

Any swordsmanship, including Feijian, will have the most reasonable response to the sword when facing different sides of the opponent and different ways of attack.
Picking, dialing, smashing, stabbing, smashing, dragging, smashing, shocking... all kinds of swords that are formed by swords are skillful in ordinary times. In the face of attack, they will naturally use the most reasonable ones. A trick to deal with, the most effective killing of the enemy, does not hinder the counterattack of his next sword.
However, there are great differences between the various swordsmen. For example, the common swordsmanship and heavy stone swords in the Daqin army only pursue the power of a sword, and the pursuit of the sword is the absolute pursuit of the stab. speed. Different attentions have resulted in the simplicity and complexity of the swordsmanship of various swords.
Wildfire Swordsman is a very cold sword, not many people practice, so this masked black man sitting on the cold steps does not recognize, but he can see that this sword method pays attention to many aspects, each There are five or six different changes in the sword's response to each other's various offensive means, as well as many changes that can lead to succession.
This makes the swordsmanship of this sword method extraordinarily complex, in a small area is like a field of wild grass always expanding, and then there is a wildfire rising to hurt people.
However, the extraordinarily cumbersome swordsmanship is sometimes not straightforward and straightforward. It is not enough to be fluent in power, and the speed and power are very inadequate. The most important thing is that the more cumbersome it is, the harder it is to master.
Some swords, regardless of the opponent's offense, just take a sword and go, and the wildfire sword passes through this sword, facing the other side's sword. When they are rushing, there are at least five or six different countermeasures. Sometimes, there are too many means to respond, but instead hesitate, but instead think about which one to use, and people can't help thinking about what kind of sword they will follow next.
At this time, Ding Ning’s heartfelt admiration for the man in the masked black was because his swordsman did not hesitate, and there was no muddy water.
Obviously, he is known for his defensive ability, and he counters the weak and complicated swordsmanship. In his hands, he has a bit of a strong and desperate taste.
In the news of the man in black masked black, the wine shop boy entered the Aries Cave for more than 20 days. This kind of complicated sword can actually have such an understanding, even if it is the sword of the mountain. Most of the new introductory disciples of the Lingxu Jianmen are afraid to do so.
It’s just that the talent of this wine shop teenager is more enjoyable. The more he has to die here today.
Ding Ning's lips were tight, and the residual sword in his hand cut through the throat of the person without pity.
The talent had just waved a knives, and the air and blood in the throat suddenly lost, making this person suddenly unable to breathe, and even the miserables could not be called out and then fell.
Since then, six people have fallen in his body.
It is only this fierce battle that is a heavy burden to his cultivation and body at this time.
His breathing has been burning.
In the night sky above him, there were more than ten stray lights.
His feet slammed hard, and again, the thin body passed through the squat of the person in front of the lightning. The sword of the right hand smashed the backhand and cut a huge wound on the waist side of the man. .
In the darkness, the assassin made a beastly misery.
Because of this sword, his whole body's movements have stalled.
It was this pause, more than ten streaks of light fell, and the sound of the cymbals slammed into the body, bringing out more than ten fogs.
In an instant, even seven people fell, and even more than a dozen assassins behind the street became pale and their feet were difficult to move.
"I also said that I was used to the big scene of the iron man, so I was killed, even the soldiers of the ordinary Qin army are not as good, the mountain thief is a mountain thief, can not get on the table."
The masked man with a slap in the face stood up to himself.
At the moment when he stood up, Ding Ning felt strange. In the darkness, the man in the masked black man began to emit jewel-like brilliance, and even the skin began to shine like fireflies.
Ding Ning's body became a bit stiff and the heart beat violently. He knew that the really terrible enemy finally appeared.
At the moment when the masked black man began to move, all the assassins who had blocked the long alley with the long bamboo poles, except those who could not climb because they lay down on the ground, have to step back. .
The black-faced man crossed the retreating number of people, facing Ding Ning, who started to wheezing in the local area. His eyes glanced over the corpses around Ding Ning’s body and said seriously: "If you don’t see it with your own eyes, I will never believe that this is from the hands of a practitioner who has only begun to practice less than a month."
Ding Ning dropped the end of the right hand, so that the blood on the sword dripped down the crack. He adjusted his breath and calmly looked at the black masked man and asked, "Who are you?"
"You definitely want to know who wants to kill you, but it's a pity that I can't tell. If these people can kill you, then I can just sit there and watch the same price." Black masked man laughing Laugh, "I am just the one who is responsible for killing you."
Ding Ning did not say anything, because the black masked man has begun to move again.
No matter why the other party is interested in saying these two sentences, it is obvious that the other party will not waste any time.
He took a deep breath and did not manage to escape, because in the face of a practitioner who has already reached the realm, escape will only make him die faster.
The black-faced man’s eyes tend to be absolutely calm and chilled, and a ferocious murderous scent emanates from him.
His pace is very stable and looks exactly the same frequency. However, his figure is getting faster and faster. When he lifted up in the third step, his feet were completely out of the ground, and the whole person flew forward.
The black-faced man’s right hand froze, and a sigh of heaven and earth rushed out of his body, supporting his entire sleeve to burst open, but in the next moment, there was no any in his hand. The reflection of the blade.
He had empty hands, no swords on his waist, and no swords on his back.
A thin piece of yellow paper fluttered from his sleeves.
Seeing such a fluttering yellow paper, Ding Ning’s eyes suddenly began to rise, and a chill of chill came from the depths of his heart. His feet were wrong, and the whole body retreated backwards as fast as possible. At the same time, the remnant sword in his hands continued to take a slap, slamming forward, and exhausting the air as far as possible.
There are countless dark green swords, and in front of him is like a row of mixed tree branches.
The light yellow paper flying from the man's sleeves in the black masked face slammed into the air and spread into countless tiny ashes.
These ashes spread out, and the trajectory of the real elements contained in the inside was violently burned in an instant, instantly forming a terrorist fire group with a diameter.
Ding Ning closed his eyes, his left hand also fell on the hilt, and at this moment he took another sword.
The bang banged.
The chilly streets are filled with endless sorrow, and countless scattered flames fly a few feet in the air, and the strangeness disappears completely.
The whole person of Ding Ning flew out behind the cracked fire group.
The white-breasted robe on his body instantly showed countless blackened holes, and even several scars appeared on the tender face.
The tiger's mouth of his hands was torn apart, and blood flowed down the hilt.
However, his face has no expression of horror.
Looking at Ding Ning, who still holds the sword in his hand, the masked black-haired man frowned slightly.
This attack did not directly kill Ding Ning, which exceeded his maximum estimate.
At this moment, he did not want to have any more accidents, so he took a deep breath and the real elements in his body re-emerged.
In his right hand sleeve, he flew a piece of yellow paper again.
This thin yellow paper is not as heavy as the first yellow paper, and it does not disappear directly. On the contrary, this piece of yellow paper is like a very heavy gold brick, and it falls in front. On the ground.
A muffled sound.
Thousands of bluestone on the ground suddenly burst, and the underground mud was blown up. Every bluestone and mud was injected into the heavens and the earth, and they all became extremely heavy, and all jumped up and pressed toward Dingning.
The remnant sword in Ding Ning’s hands was once again turned into a sword.
Pick, cut, smash, slash... All kinds of swords are used to form a dense sword in front of him.
Countless dull sounds sounded.
He even retired more than ten steps.
A broken piece of bluestone smashed into his ribs.
With a bang, a blood rushed out of his mouth.
The eyes of the masked black man suddenly picked up, and the eyes flashed again with surprise and shock.
Ding Ning was only injured, and he was able to survive his attack!
"You are no longer... What are you waiting for? This kind of persistence will only make you more painful before you die."
The complex emotions caused by this accident made the right-handed black man's right hand hold a yellow paper again, and couldn't help but sigh.
Ding Ning still has no voice.
He just took a deep breath and raised his sword.
The coldness between the masked black-haired man's eyebrows made him seem to have a layer of hoarfrost on his eyebrows.
He sipped low, and the real element and the heavenly spirit that erupted in his hand blew out this piece of paper in his hand.
The paper disappeared without a trace when it flew out of his sleeve.
Then he started to fall snow in front of him.
A piece of white snow is formed in the air.
The edges of every piece of snow are getting sharper and sharper.