Flying Sword in the Fish Market
Chapter 121:Flying Sword in the Fish Market
Ding Ning was still quietly moving forward, and he had already arrived at the haunted wharf as he had said before.
This is in a number of piles of dry wood hanging floor below, these hanging foot towers from the water than other hanging feet slightly higher than other hanging feet, because as a warehouse, the accumulation of things inside is relatively heavy, so the wooden pillars used for support are more than the ordinary hanging foot building, some wooden pillars stand very casually, some skewed, plus the bottom of the wooden pallets as the dock, docked on both sides a lot of floats and small octopes, cable ropes are bolted on these wooden pillars.The dead ghost.
His steps seem casual, but he controls time.
This is a fish market, and he was born to hide many real masters who do not allow outsiders here, so if he wants to kill him here, he has a natural advantage.
The reason why he and Shen Yi set the time is because he wants to give the enemy a chance, but he must ensure that those who can control the situation can arrive in time.
If you want to kill his enemies, you will naturally have to solve it once, otherwise there will be many indescribable dangers in the future, and he thinks more far-reaching than the average person, this time even if it is impossible to know from the person who is behind the assassination of himself, but it may be possible to use them to achieve his other purpose.
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The water has been frozen, because the water here on weekdays is filthy black water, so the ice surface is also dark black, which is even more foiled by the name of this haunted dock.
The original sturdy pallet was firmly frozen on the ice, so it was more stable than usual.
The surrounding awning boats and round floats were also frozen, and even the cables were hung with long and short ice prisms.
Everything is so dead, there is no shadow in the sight.
However, Ding Ning knew that one of the practitioners closest to him at this moment was in a awning boat on the left.
The breath emitted by the practitioner was extremely weak, and the breathing was extremely stable, and it took a long time to breathe slightly.
Even when Ding Ning was so close, there was no change in the practitioner’s breathing rate.
In fact, in addition to this practitioner, there are two distant, copied practitioners, he is not able to perceive any breath of the practitioner that belongs to the practitioner.
He just smelled.
This is the uniqueness of the three corpses without my own life nerve.
Although the perception of true anger, true life, and heaven and earth vitality is not as good as the nine-dead silkworm, but for some subtle sounds, the perception of smell and so on, the detonation of the three corpses without my own life nerve is beyond the reach of other exercises.
From the two practitioners who had secretly followed him before, as well as those who were very close to him at the moment, he smelled a slight odor, but it seemed to be a sweet and greasy smell.
This is the sap smell of snakes, and it is not unfamiliar to Ding Ning.
The juice of the snake plate flower is naturally highly toxic, and it is almost impossible for the practitioner under the five realms to force the poison by practicing, and for the practitioners below the three realms, it can be said that the blood seals the throat.
But feeding poison on the blade of the sword is extremely shameful for the atmosphere of Changling, even in the whole of Dazin, only the rags in the area of Jiaodong County will smear such poison on their own swords.
People with such blades can only come to kill people, not to talk about things.
Listening to the occasional slight breathing that sounded, Ding Ning's footsteps still did not stop, and the look on the face was still nothing strange.
He didn’t even look at the boat embedded in the ice.
Suddenly, however, his right hand had already held the hilt of the sword, and the speed was extremely striking to drag out several sword paths in the air.
A simple white sword character formed in an instant and disappeared.
In a white frost, several ice rims sprinted on the awnings in an instant, and in this silent space, a harsh tearing sound was emitted.
The practitioner of Uttarian was already ready to burst into action in the next breath, and he had no idea that his own deeds were exposed, nor did he think that Ding Ning would be unreasonable and did not ask the reason for the direct and obvious shot.
Under the extreme shock, in the sharp front of the ice prism has been pierced into the awning, hidden in the black-clad practitioners inside the real yuan poured out without reservation, in the small space, has been too late to show what sword he reached out on the back of the awning, a more violent rupture has not yet been heard, his whole people have been like a wounded black bird in a strange posture.
This is a short-sarded practitioner with a few broad lips, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle falcon, and he is not masked at all.
His reaction was not unpleasant, but his face was instantly covered with shock, only his body had just been separated from the ruptured unkempt surface, and the future could still be considered in the next way to counterattack this moment, a sword light like countless white fine flowers, already pierced his waist!
The young man who thought he could kill in an instant, did not have to hide his face, and even counted his own reaction, and he had already swept to the back of the awning without stopping.The other side's thin body stretched to the limit, in a position that seemed to be bent on a awning, and the body was inclined, it pierced his waist with great precision and into the depths of his internal organs!
The short-behaved black practitioner heard a cracked sound in his body like an inflatable sheepskin raft.
The intense pain caused his body to bounce back like shrimp.
He felt the force in his body pass over sharply, but the black short sword with a sweet smell in his right hand still raised, trying to kill Ding Ning before he died.
However, at this moment, there was another sharp tingling on his neck, and a downward impact caused him to fall back and fall out.
A thuding noise.
He felt like a piece of meat in the butcher’s hand, and was slapped on the board.
When his back and the cold black ice hit, he could hear the hist on his neck, followed by the countless smaller hiccup with the ice around him.
He reacted, Fang Cai Ding Ning's movement did not stop at all, and when he was under the pain of his bow, the sword in the other party's hand had been drawn from his waist, and then quickly pierced into his neck.
At this time, the sound was that the hot blood was sprayed from his neck, and countless blood beads splashed on the cold ice, burning the sound of fine holes in the ice.
How is it possible!
Obviously, a young man who has not fought, how to kill, seems to be more cruel and skilled than himself!
At first he was shocked and incredulous.
Then I felt fear.
He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t even make any sound.
His last feeling was that the hot blood had poured from his throat, filling the gap in his mouth and pouring out of his lips.
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The black-clad practitioner, like a black fish that had just been slaughtered, was lying on the ice in a twist.
The blood of scarlet spread out on the ice and quickly penetrated.
Ding Ning, who killed the black practitioner with two swords, was surprisingly calm, and he stood firm on the blood-stained ice, straight up, and turned to look.
A green-robed practitioner and a practitioner in a dark red boulder robe have appeared on the ice not far away.
The two practitioners were also not masked.
The green-robed practitioner has short hair, the appearance of more than 40 years old, the eyebrows are somewhat sparse, and the eyes are somewhat specific brown.
The dark red brocade practitioner has a round face, a short and round figure, and many of the long mausoleums full of fat merchants are not much different, but the eyes of the micro-squintes are full of venomous snake-like choice of people.
"Although I don't know who's going to kill me, you're too arrogant to kill me here."
Feeling the powerful breath that these two people are beginning to exude at this moment, Ding Ning still did not have the slightest tension, but said with a sympathetic tone: "This is the fish market, do you think this is the place where the cat and dog can come to walk around and leave easily?"
Hearing the voice of Ding Ning, the short-haired practitioner in the green robe was expressionless, but the practitioner of the round fat merchant Jia shook his head and learned his words: "Although I don't know how you found us, but I found that I dared to lead us, even if this is a fish market, we still have time to kill you and leave."
When his voice sounded, a small, dark, thin sword had fallen sharply on a wooden pillar behind Ding Ning, and then flew toward the back of Ding Ning.
This is the realm of the five realms, the unannounced sword attack.
But Ding Ning had clearly smelled the smell of the flying sword, but at this time he was motionless, and even had no intention of chopping the sword to strike it.
“No!”
The two practitioners felt the difference at the same time, and the eyes were suddenly contracted.
The practitioner felt the cold from the ice under his feet, and his heart gave birth to great fear, his real yuan poured out from his feet, his hands were gripped, and it seemed that he was going to catch something at this moment.
However, he and the skating practitioners around him have found that it is too late to change anything.
There was a crack in the black ice under his feet, and the fountain spewed some ice and water vapor.
A little red sword pierced from the soles of his right foot, but then a spring of blood and a broken end hung, like a strange snake, flew out of the back of his head!
The chaste merchant, the practitioner, stared at his eyes, and he fell back, until now, he could not find out who had issued the sword.
His thin flying sword lost control, and flew away, sliding from Ding Ning's side a few feet, slanting into a wooden column, and under a slight shock, it was as motionless as a dead dragonfly.
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