A groaning, the green-robed practitioner flew out of a thin and pale blue flying sword like bamboo leaves, flying around him, scattering countless swords, like countless bamboo leaves incessantly sprinkling.

He stared at the little red sword that loomed in the darkness, but quietly, so that the little red sword dived under the soles of the feet and made himself and his companions unaware of the means, which meant that the other side's realm was above him.

If it was he who first shot him, he would have died.

The sound of footsteps passed to him and Ding Ning’s ears.

The face was more pale, and even the face was all the sweaty beads on the cheeks of the man with no feet on his forehead, who appeared in the sight of the green-robed practitioner and Ding Ning.

At a glance, Ding Ning, who was still standing well, and the two bodies lying on the ice, were happy at the same time in the first time, Shen Yi turned her head again, looking at the man with his back.

He knew perfectly that his fixed thinking was wrong, and that the absence of feet did not mean unpleasantness.

At this time, the green-robed practitioner took a deep breath and let out a hurried drink, the ice under his feet broke apart, and the whole person flew out to one side.

When to be...

The sound of dense gold and iron strikes at the extreme point sounded outside him, and countless sword images were not real, and countless small but dazzling sparks exploded outside him.

Shen Yi's breathing stopped completely.

He felt the real yuan in the owner of the sword shop behind his back, running and releasing.

The breath of the red sword that had previously loomed in the darkness was completely changed, from the beginning to quietly hidden, and now it has become a pure speed disease!

The red sword body around the young man who wanted to escape, weaved a dense web of swords.

The flying sword of the green-robed practitioner was pressed into the outer range of the body, and the figure was forced to be completely stopped.

"You can't run away."

The head of the sword shop slightly raised his lips and said indifferently, "Even if you can win me, you can't run away today, and you can't even win."

At the same time as his voice sounded, the red sword then retreated, erratic in the shadow.

It was only a moment of fighting, and the clothes of the green-robed practitioners had been completely drenched by sweat.

"I don't have to run."

However, he watched the owner of the sword shop say this.

As he sounded, the ice under his feet suddenly cracked.

His whole man, like a sword, inserted directly into the ice beneath it and sank into the murrit of cold, tattered mud.

The hilt was always flying on his side of the bamboo leaf-like light blue sword followed, snubling into the water.

“Brother Ding Ning!Careful!”

Then he suddenly reacted and uttered a loud scream.

The turbid, sticky mud covered up many of the breath of the man, the flying sword would stir the water under the ice extremely chaotic, and the green-robed practitioner obviously did not want to go, and he was now transformed into a huge poisoned python, walking under the water to kill the dingnin on the ice.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning is still extremely calm, but said in an unusually sincere tone, "I want to live, it is good for the fish market."

Shen was stuck.

On the black and turbid ice suddenly produced a strange stir.

Countless cold air flows out of the ice, but the ice is not damaged at all.

In the next instant, he saw a lot of black bamboo growing on the ice, but no wind but swaying.

A huge and terrible cold breath, so that this area completely into a real ghost area, any sound disappeared, the color under the water is more gloomy, it seems that an invisible big hand instantly held the huge poison python.

The time is very short, but it feels very long.

The little red sword that loomed in the shadow flew back into the sleeve of the boss of the shawl, and a piece of ice not far from Ding Ning's body was strangely arched up, as if there was a bristling that was growing from the mud below.

The kaka number sounded softly.

There was finally a voice in this dead area.

A few pieces of ice flew up and fell.

An extremely turbid and gloomy current of water flowed like a monster and poured over to the ice beside it.

The mud is spread out on the ice like black oil, and the figure exposed inside is the green-robed practitioner, and at this moment his body is also stained with mud and dark, motionless, and life and death do not know.

Countless black bamboos swaying on the ice seemed to have never existed and quietly dispersed.

A snoring sound.

It was only at this time that Shen Yi regained the ability to breathe, breathing violently, and it was not until this time that he fully understood what kind of place the fish market in Changling was.

An old man with a black bamboo stick slowly walked out on a wooden road.

Shen Yi’s heart was beating more and more intensely, like jumping out of his throat.

This is obviously a master-level practitioner in the seven realms, and more importantly, this practitioner is cultivating the way of the ghosts and ghosts that are rare in Dqin.

Although the means of practice are not part of the outside world, it is very clear in the scriptures of the practice that it is more difficult for practitioners who practice this way of ghosts and spirits to reach the seven realms than those who practice the common practice.

“What do you want to do?”

The old man with the black bamboo stick converged all the terrible breath and asked Ding Ning.

Ding Ning thanked him and the owner of the sword shop, saying: "God should be very interested in him, I know an official named Moqing Palace."

The old man shook his head slightly: "You and the king are getting closer, and you should understand that the things in the dark will be solved in secret, and the relationship with the temple will cause many disasters."

"I understand this."Ding Ning looked at him and said seriously, "But the key is that if you want to deal with me, it should be the people in the temple, and the status is certainly not low."I'm going to go to the fish market in the future, and they're ignoring the rules of the fish market this time... so if they can't let the man behind them converge, there's no rule between the market wells."

After a pause, he looked at the old man with the black bamboo stick and added sincerely, "And even if anything changed, it was two floors in front."

The old man grunted for a moment and said, "I will send him out of the fish market with people and give him to Wang Taifu."

Ding Ning's previous mood was extremely calm, and at this moment, he heard the old man's answer and thought of the next possibility, but his heart was also uncontrollable and violently beating.

He bowed deeply and thanked the old man with the black bamboo stick again.

"You deliberately gave them the opportunity to take advantage of the fish market, and it was better not to have such a thing happen next time."The old man with the black bamboo stick did not reply, but looked at him and said coldly, "No one likes to be used."

Ding Ning did not have any defense, but he said respectfully: "Next time it won't."

“Do you know that I can handle their practitioners?”

After the old man who was holding the black bamboo stick no longer said to turn away, the boss of the hair shop looked at Ding Ning coldly and asked.

"Not sure, but at least you're sure you have a relationship with the people who rule here."Ding Ning looked at him and said, "And I have enough time for Shen Yi, even if you feel unable to cope, and I can let others come here."

The eyes of the owner of the haired sword shop swept the body of the practitioner who was stabbed by the two swords of Ding Ning, and said, "Even those who have been on the road for many years may not have your determination and deliberation, and it is no wonder that the king attaches so much importance to you."

Ding Ning said, "Mr.'s flying sword is also very powerful."

The owner of the sword shop did not reply, but said to Shen Yi: "You are carrying me over, the back is not tired?"

He said, “I’m not tired.”

The owner of the sword shop said, "If you're not tired, you'll have to take me back."

Then he said, “It’s natural.”

Ding Ning smiled and said, "I will go back with you first."

Shen looked hesitantly at the bodies of the two practitioners lying on the ice and the same dead practitioner, and said softly, “Doesn’t that matter?”

Ding Ning looked at him and said, “Since the people in the fish market have already said so, don’t you be reassured?”

Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but when he remembered all the things that had happened in a short time, when he began to move, he couldn't help but whisper with great admiring: "Brother Ding Ning, I am really not as good as you."

Ding Ning has been very familiar with the straight temperament of the Guanzhong teenager, knowing that no matter how humble, the other party will still maintain their views, so he did not make any response.

Shen Yi couldn't help but turn around and ask the owner of the hairy sword shop: "Sir, you are so tall, who can cut off your legs?"

Ding Nington was embarrassed.

This is tantamount to exposing the scars, although he is very clear that Shen Yi is somewhat grateful to each other for help, at this time, so ask, some want to help each other's meaning.

But does the other person know the nature of the twilight?

The boss of the haired sword shop opened his mouth, and his voice said coldly: "I was jealous of my brother and sister, and it was a secret."

Ding Ning was stunned, and Shen Yi's face became extremely embarrassed in an instant, saying, "Although I admire Brother Ding Ning, I don't hate him."

The owner of the sword shop laughed a little and did not make a sound.

Shen Yi's chivalrous heart was raised again, and asked, "How can there be such a vicious brother, then you have avenged?"

Listening to such tender words, the owner of the sword shop frowned and said, "If you take revenge, you don't need to flee to Changling."

Shen Yi suddenly became angry and said, “What is the name of the man, and where is he now?”

The owner of the sword shop seemed to find the boy very interesting, and slightly ironicly said, "The man is called the son white, and now he is in the camp hill."

“The camp?”Shen Yi suddenly stopped: “Sir, are you a practitioner of the Daqi Dynasty?”

Hearing this, Ding Ning's eyes also flashed some strange brilliance in the depths, and couldn't help but turn around and look at the boss of the haired sword shop, "Jie Guozhu's son white?"

He was so excited that he didn’t know who the white man was.

The owner of the haired sword shop smiled slightly and nodded, "My brother-in-law has already sealed it, and if you want revenge, unless your DQin Dynasty can destroy the big one." rg