Volume 2 Chapter 72 (1/2)

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Chapter 72: A Matter Enough to Change The History Books

Ding Ning suddenly turned around.

He once again received confirmation on the Fly Pond cultivator's intentions.

This cultivator from Fly Pond was targeting all young people in this alley. When the Fly Pond cultivator found it hard to kill him, they were not insistent and immediately wanted to kill Shen Yi, the one who seemed the easiest to kill.

However, this cultivator from Fly Pond had overlooked the existence of Xue w.a.n.gxu. He forgot that even though Xue w.a.n.gxu was weaker than ordinary old people, he was a great cultivator above realm seven!

The grey-black sword possessed a silent and dark killing intent but the sword itself did not have great power. After Shen Yi's attack, it immediately flew out of the window.

The grey-black blade appeared exceptionally eye-catching in the pure bright light.

This pure bright light seemed to naturally subdue the energies flowing through the grey-black sword. The sword itself seemed to melt like black oil, hissing as wisps of green smoke rose.

From the start, Ding Ning had sensed that these death warriors would not spare any cultivator in this alley other than Zhangsun Qianxue who they did not know about. So, he did not hide any of his power and at opportune times, used it to attract the attention these cultivators. But this cultivator from Fly Pond, in terms of cultivation and intelligence, far surpa.s.sed his predictions and did things out of his control.

a.s.sa.s.sins would always have the initiative against those forced to defend. But the misstep by this Fly Pond cultivator gave him a chance to reverse the situation.

He abruptly turned around. A black light appeared out of the fingertips on his left hand. Everyone thought that he would attack the grey-black sword that was so visible against the bright light. Even the grey-black sword seemed to have a thread of terror, becoming alert as though it was alive and flas.h.i.+ng upwards.

Yet unexpectedly, with a string of buzzing, the black sword lights came out of his other hand and shot towards the light green sword.

The light green sword had been circling to keep Qiu Zaixing around the carriage. It had numerous sword shadows that even Qiu Zaixing was having a hard time determining where the true sword was, and didn't dare to attack recklessly. So, when Ding Ning attacked the light green sword behind his back, he naturally could not accurately strike his target.

But the dozen of black sword lights that came out in succession carried astounding coldness. They penetrated countless green afterimages, and immediately forced out the true sword.

Qiu Zaixing's eyes burned like fire.

Sensing the precariousness in this moment, the cultivator in the distance gave a howl. The light green sword's blade vibrated as though on the verge of exploding.

But it was too late.

Qiu Zaixing's fists attacked again.

Two terrifying transparent sword energies formed a great sword that covered dozens of meters in an instant and hit the light green sword with great force.

The light green sword gave a despairing hum and spun away like a piece of sc.r.a.p metal, completely void of all power, and landed somewhere unknown.

The deceived grey-black sword erupted in rage. The black energies wildly surged, and formed dozens of black fly-like things around the blade that flew towards Ding Ning in straight lines.

Ding Ning's expression grew serious.

A sword seal immediately formed in front of him. A large river headed towards the grey-black sword.

The power of his sword move and the power of the Fly Pool cultivator was too great. The large river was immediately penetrated.

Yet, he only needed to create a moment of time. He needed this grey-black sword that was giving off a despairing presence to slow down slightly so he could guarantee that his next cold little sword could hit its target.

Pew!

Blood dripped off his fingertip. The little black sword formed by crystal-like cold energy accurately struck the tip of the grey-black sword. The black sword immediately shattered into countless black fragments and turned into layers of cold fiendish energy.

The gloomy grey-black sword was like a sailboat in a strong current that was suddenly struck by an opposing current and paused slightly in the air.

At this pause, Ding Ning's remaining few little cold sword shot out of his body and successively struck this grey-black flying sword.

The blade of the flying sword curved unwillingly and was forced back several feet.

Ding Ning took a deep breath.

He had run out of power. He could no longer stop any attack from this grey-black flying sword. He could only look to Qiu Zaixing.

As the grey-black flying sword turned from serene to vicious, Qiu Zaixing's eyes had been filled with nervousness and worry. Yet, when Ding Ning's first small cold sword hit the grey-black flying sword, his body relaxed.

He knew the general situation was settled.

The more relaxed he was, the more easily his vital energy flowed. His comfortableness could not be described in words.

He roared with laughter. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the carriage cabin. The ground under his feet exploded as he dragged the entire cabin with one hand, into the sky, flying to land in the center of the street.