A bunch of blood waves continued to spread in the clear stream, quickly dyeing the stream a dazzling bright red. The black rat behind did not feel fear, and continued to move forward, and then was pierced by sword threads.

White thin flowers bloomed on the sword threads, rippling in the blood, like flowers blooming in hell.

The blood gradually spread around Ding Ning's body, but his face was still extremely calm. He just outputted true energy extremely stably, allowing sword silk to spread in every inch of space in the stream in front of him.

These black rats are all aliens and move faster than most practitioners below the three realms, but none of them can pass through these dense sword threads. As they are pierced by the sword threads one after another, countless strings of black candied haws appear in the bright red stream.

"Sure enough."

The man in the green robe behind Jing Liuli had become extremely serious at this time. He said softly with some emotion: "The ductility of the Mohua Sword is indeed the best in the world."

"It is not only the world's most extended nature, but also the ability to withstand true energy is the best in the world."

After pausing slightly, he shook his head as if he was correcting his statement, saying, "It seems that no matter how strong the true energy is, the sword body of this sword can withstand it... The stronger the true energy, the longer the sword silk can stretch, and the more amazing the power."

"I have heard someone say, Uncle Master, you once wanted to challenge some of the strong men in the Bashan Sword Field at that time, including the owner of the Sword of the Sword... At this moment, do you think you are better than the owner of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword?" Jing Liuli turned her head, looked at the man in a green robe who was sighing alone, and asked seriously in a sincere tone.

"That was just a lie when I was young and ignorant." The man in the green robe smiled as if he was self-deprecating and said seriously: "Even now, I still have no chance of defeating the sword master at that time, because my sword can't stand the battle, but this sword can still fight again."

Jing Liuli raised her eyebrows slightly, but she was a little dissatisfied for the man in the green robe and said, "No matter how strong she is, she is still broken by someone's sword?"

"Although the sword is broken, the sword body can be extended with the indoctrination of true energy. There is no difference between folding and non-breaking. The sword body is shaken out of countless tiny cracks by the powerful true energy... The sword is cracked into silk, and there are more possibilities against the enemy. In a sense, this sword has given new life." The man in the green robe looked at Ding Ning standing in the blood-colored stream and couldn't help but exclaim softly: "Or the fact that this wine shop boy gave this sword a new life."

Jing Liuli is a real genius, and it is difficult for the world to have a comparable person. Many so-called geniuses in Changling are stupid in her eyes, so she is naturally very proud. Even many people in the Bashan Sword Field in the past, and even the owner of the Mohua Sword, were not convinced. However, at this moment, she did not express any objection when listening to the man in the green robe, but just remained silent.

The thin silks blooming in white flowers harvested the life speed of these black rats even faster than the burning golden clouds. However, this cold and silent harvest was not like the heat and light of the flames that made these strange rats feel intuition. The subsequent black rats were still rushing towards Ding Ning one after another, as if unless they were all killed by the sword threads, such a black tide would stop.

However, Ding Ning did not want to consume his precious true energy endlessly.

The true energy that had originally flowed out slowly in his hand suddenly broke for a moment.

As his true energy output was interrupted, the sword threads that were wandering in front of him began to shrink and gather together.

Countless scattered sword threads gathered together and turned into a sword.

The rat corpses strung together by these sword threads were cut by the sword threads and squeezed each other. In almost a moment, they burst into countless broken irregular pieces.

The sticky stream ahead of Ding Ning, which had been surging by blood, turned into a boiling porridge pot.

All the black rats behind suddenly found that their movements had slowed down. The reason for the slowdown was that they seemed to have crawled into a very sticky porridge pot. Then, in the next moment, they saw that floating in front of their eyes, squeezing on them were all similar pieces of flesh and blood.

They finally felt the instinctive fear.

They began to retreat wildly, forming a regressive black tide.

Ding Ning looked up calmly and looked behind Hei Tide.

Just like the process that Xie Changsheng encountered, a silver tide appeared behind the Black Tide, which then stirred up a chaotic wave of blood.

Countless silver lizard-like small beasts preyed on these alien rats at an astonishing speed, and then a large part of them climbed up the banks of the streams on both sides, began to molt, and their limbs began to wither, as if they were to transform into another form. However, many red sandworms emerged from the thorn bushes on both sides, and began to devour these silver beasts, and their bodies began to transform into cold energy.

This is an unnatural transformation and an unimaginable picture, but in this process, Ding Ning never had any movement and just looked calmly.

He didn't even walk up the bank of the stream, letting the filthy and smelly stream water wash over his body until the stream water becomes clear again, and then rinse him clean.

"Why didn't he leave?"

The man in the green robe behind Jing Liuli frowned again in confusion.

At this time, Xie Changsheng had already escaped when the red sandworm was mutated. If it were him, he would either hurry up and leave like Xie Changsheng, or kill these red sandworms before the red sandworms had been completed and kill them as much as possible. Because if these black rats are equivalent to ordinary warriors in the world, then the red sandworms after the change is completed will be equivalent to the world's practitioners, and the two have essential differences.

In his opinion, even if Ding Ning was confident that he could kill all these Xuanfrost insects after completing the mutation, Ding Ning would definitely pay a heavy price.

Jing Liuli shook her head, and she didn't understand what Ding Ning was doing at this moment.

This is in Minshan Sword Sect, especially she is the perverted layouter in Xie Changsheng's mouth. These are the links she arranged. However, Ding Ning made her unable to understand again and again. When she looked at other young talents participating in the sword club, she was always judged by stupid monks and candids. She was standing in the position of examiners and looking at these people with a selected look. However, Ding Ning gave her a completely different feeling.

He is like a mystery, and even in many aspects, Jing Liuli even feels that he is not as good as Ding Ning.

Although Ding Ning's cultivation level is still low in her opinion, it has already brought her an unspeakable pressure.

Before this, this kind of pressure could only be given by the boulder of Lingxu Sword Sect.

"No matter what he wants to do... With his performance, he is already qualified to enter the Minshan Sword Sect practice." Jing Liuli was silent for a moment and said.

The man in the green robe nodded slightly and agreed.

Jing Liuli slowly raised her head and said Leng Su: "But he still has to follow the rules of the Sword Society and must be able to win in the Sword Society."

The man in the green robe looked at her side face and smiled slightly.

Rules are rules, especially when facing the sword meeting of the entire Qin Dynasty, it is naturally impossible to open a convenient door to someone alone. However, Jing Liuli's words once again expressed her expectations, and she hoped that Ding Ning could win.

As the teacher responsible for giving her some guidance during her practice, he naturally hoped that Ding Ning would bring her some real pressure to enter the Minshan Sword Sect to practice.

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All the silver beasts were full and entered a state of sleeping and molting. The banks were silver on both sides, and then slowly became rare under the devour of the red sandworms.

The black frost aura in the bodies of these red sandworms became stronger and stronger. At first, the black frost aura was spewed out at the corner of their mouth, forming ice sand hanging on their mouths. However, as time passed, the ice sand formed by these cold air gradually covered the whole body.

The original red sandworm, which was originally ordinary, looked like a layer of black ice armor. Because the shape of these ice sands is irregular and concave and rugged, the appearance of these red sandworms suddenly becomes ferocious.

The silver beasts in front of him became increasingly rare, and these long insects covered with ice sand finally began to notice the existence of Ding Ning who was waiting quietly in the stream.

A long worm, which was very close to Ding Ning, opened his mouth hesitantly.

A ball of frozen gas condensed in its mouth.

Its mouth was unfast, but the condensation of this frozen gas was as fast as the practitioner's sword drawing.

A crack sounded.

The frozen air turned into a ridge of ice that was about one foot long, turning into a cold light that shot straight into Ding Ning's chest.

Ding Ning stared at the cold light and waved his sword.

With a crack, the ice edges shattered on his sword, which was blooming with white flowers, and many ice chips fell into the stream in front of him.

The sword body trembled slightly, and Ding Ning's brow frowned slightly.

The power of this attack was slightly beyond his expectations.

But his movements did not stop at all. After blocking the attack of the ice edge, a new true energy penetrated into the Mohua Can Sword in his hand, and then the Mohua Can Sword steadily slashed forward.

A bitter murderous intent appeared in the air.

A white sword talisman was generated, and then turned into a white sword energy, sweeping towards the shore in front of his sword.

More than ten long insects were shrouded in this sword energy, and the ice armor formed by the ice sand on the body suddenly cracked, and then the blood and flesh were cut open, turning into dozens of scattered pieces of flesh.

"Or want to kill?"

The man in the green robe behind Jing Liuli made a light ejaculation incomprehensible. At this time, Ding Ning's subtle movement attracted his attention.

Ding Ning first took a closer look at the reactions of all these black frostworms, then looked up and looked at a distance.

In the distance, there seemed to be another strange movement in the crimson thorns.

"He deliberately waited for these black frost insects to be completed before killing them, to see if they would attract anything again?"

The man in the green robe locked his eyebrows deeply and couldn't help but say, "It's just that it's not easy to deal with these black frost insects. If the next thing appears is more powerful than the black frost insect, wouldn't he put himself in a more unfavorable situation?"
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