The autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the white frost crawled on the withered vines is getting thicker and more like snow.

In a stone chamber in Qingteng Sword Courtyard, Nangong Caishu sat cross-legged with his head hanging slightly.

Countless invisible energy of heaven and earth were flying beside her, and many energy of heaven and earth fell on her body, permeating into her clothes, and on her skin.

This is something that happens when anyone sits in meditation. Even if he is not a practitioner, the ubiquitous energy of heaven and earth is always filled with his body.

However, this night seemed to have some unexpected changes.

When the invisible energy of heaven and earth fell into her skin, many tiny stars flashed inexplicably, emitting a luster of luster.

Nangong Caishu's entire body was like a Buddha turning into jade.

However, she had fallen into a deep sleep during her practice, and the true energy in her body was still calm, like an absolutely quiet pond, so she could not see such a picture, nor did she know what changes were happening to her.

She woke up slowly until the sky began to brighten and there were birds flying among the green vines in the distance, and many white frost fell like snow.

The moment she woke up, she didn't feel any obvious change.

It was not until she habitually activated her true qi, activated her qi and blood, and made her whole body more awake, that she felt that her true qi became completely different from the past.

There seemed to be countless water droplets mixed in the true qi, so that all the true qi became viscous and turned into some strange liquid.

She was stunned.

Then she began to be excited, and she was never-before excited.

She knew what was going on, but she didn't expect to complete this step in her sleep.

She has broken the realm.

While sleeping, she entered the third realm of True Yuan from the second realm of Qi Refining.

She sat in excitement for a long time, then she jumped up, not realizing the difference between true energy and true energy at the first time, nor immediately realizing her new realm, but arrived at her desk at the first time, and then grinded the ink as quickly as possible, but picked up the pen very seriously and started writing letters.

"Father, I have successfully broken through the realm. The speed of my cultivation is among the students in Qingteng Sword Academy for the past ten years. I can rank third... It's cold to add clothes... Also, I asked my father to find a pill that can improve his cultivation last time. I don't know if there are any signs. If it is possible, can I speed up more."

She originally didn't like nonsense, and she was ready to put the pen seal when she wrote this. However, thinking of Ding Ning's physical condition and Ding Ning didn't have so much time to focus on the present, she hesitated slightly, the tip of the pen trembled slightly, and then she added: "Because it is only used for transactions, not for self-use, as long as it improves the effectiveness of the cultivation and progress, it doesn't matter even if it has more adverse effects on the body in the future."

After writing this letter, she carefully sealed it. Before she began to realize the difference between the True Yuan Realm and the Qi Refining Realm, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the Aries Cave outside the window, muttering to herself: "So many days have passed, I don't know how your cultivation level has entered... The sword sacrifice trial is getting closer and closer."

For this straightforward and chivalrous girl, if the elixir she asked for was only for trading as she wanted, then what she hoped would be Ding Ning's friendship.

...

Nangong Caishu's letter began to be passed on the road.

On another night, Ding Ning walked out of the mountain gate of Aries Cave and entered the carriage waiting at the mountain gate as usual.

In the dark and turbulent carriage, Ding Ning's hand stroked the dark green sword that was hanging around his waist on his usual days, and now it was separated by his knees.

Even though it had been half a month since Li Daoji brought this sword to him, and there was only time left to count by turning his fingers at the Qingteng Sword Academy's sword sacrifice trial, every time he saw this dark green broken sword, he still felt a different feeling in his heart.

This sword is called "Mo Hua".

In fact, the original name of this sword was "Jashua", because after the true energy or true energy surged into the sword body, the light on the sword would light up like countless bright jasmine flowers.

This was originally a very beautiful and charming sword.

However, when the master of this sword was using this sword, every time he set out his sword, he was full of brilliance without any room for maneuver. Each sword was like the last sword he could pierce, each sword was like his final end, and every sword flower seemed like the flower of tomorrow could not be seen.

The sword becomes a different sword in the hands of the masters of different temperaments and has different destinies.

It is precisely because the sword owner's temperament is straight and horizontal, without any room for maneuvering that this sword will eventually become such a broken sword.

The appearance of such a sword at this moment reminded Ding Ning even more of the debts he owed and the debts he had to recover.

The carriage walked through the dark night, entered Changling without city walls, and drove into the straight streets and alleys.

However, compared with the mountain roads, it seems more bumpy in the straight streets and alleys.

After a few strange sounds sounded from under the car and the carriage swung slightly, the carriage slowly stopped. The middle-aged man who was rushing the carriage explained softly to Ding Ning in the carriage apologetically: "Maybe the axle repair was not very good last time, and I was in a hurry, so some problems came out."

After asking a few questions about how late I could find a place to repair the car, and if there would be any problems with the car tomorrow morning, Ding Ning looked at it not far away from Wutongluo, so he refused the Aries Cave servant's proposal to rent a carriage nearby to take him to Wutongluo, and asked him to repair the car by himself, and then walked towards Wutongluo.

Some streets and alleys outside Wutong Luo are also ordinary houses. These residents who have been working hard during the day are now asleep sweetly, and occasionally the faint light of lanterns sways in the bleak autumn wind.

Such a situation is very familiar to Ding Ning. No matter how bleak autumn wind is, it cannot arouse more emotions. However, after walking through a dark alley, his brow suddenly frowned deeply.

He looked up at the roof on the left side in front. The strong intuition that ordinary practitioners did not have made his spirit extremely focused.

Just as he looked up, several slight noises suddenly sounded in the dead streets and alleys.

The tips of more than ten arrows were deliberately polished to reduce the sound of breaking through the air, and the crossbow arrows that were scattered and murderous intent fell from the roof.

Ding Ning's face suddenly became cold, his body quickly lowered, and he quickly flashed under the eaves on one side, and flashed through all the arrows in this round extremely simply.

Dingding Ding... There was a dense explosion, and the dead crossbow arrows jumped around on the ground like broken dry thatch.

A chaotic footsteps also sounded.

One or twenty figures flashed out from the streets behind him.

The dozen figures had a cold light on their backs, but in their hands, they were holding several feet long sharpened bamboo poles.

At the same time, more than ten figures also emerged from the alley ahead of him, carrying a sharp weapon, holding a sharpened bamboo pole in his hand.

Ding Ning's face has not changed much.

But he took a deep breath and held the dark green sword in his right hand.

He didn't know what these people were from, but these people were obviously very experienced and could never show mercy.

There is a certain distance between the sycamore trees gathering here. Changsun Qianxue cannot find out that he is fighting here soon, and it is impossible for him to come in time.

So it is also very likely that this place will be his end.

He took a look at the darkness, even every strand extending towards the hilt of the sword, without any turn or detours, and began to run wildly.

His thin body instantly approached the eaves and turned into a sharply flowing black wind.

At the entrance of the alley ahead, the four or five people in front saw his amazing speed and the reflection of the broken sword in his hand. These people did not seem to have expected that the object they were going to assassinate had such strength. They looked a little afraid in their eyes for a moment, but the next moment, they still came up and gave up space for the people behind them.

Most of the more than ten bamboo poles with sharpened tips at the front did not directly stab Ding Ning's body, but chaoticly stabbed around Ding Ning's body.

These crisscrossing bamboo poles are like the simplest talisman array between heaven and earth, instantly separating the area around Ding Ning into countless small pieces.

However, a small number of these people only felt that they were light in their hands.

The bamboo pole in their hands was cut off instantly.

Most of the bamboo poles are still intertwined, but there is always a straight passage ahead of Ding Ning.

His body was rapidly advancing without any pause!

In the darkness, a man with a braid in his thirties in front suddenly let out a scream.

Ding Ning's body rushed into his arms like a raccoon cat, and the dark green sword in his hand instantly went in and out several times on his abdomen.

The hot blood gushed to the ground, and a pale sword light lit up.

An assassin beside the man reacted and swept forward with a sword, regardless of the man who had already died.

However, a sneering sound was like a messy weed growing in front of his eyes, forming a grassland.

The man retreated in horror.

The sword force of the thin young man who was rushing in front of him was extremely complicated. He felt that he could not stop the spread of the opponent's sword force, even if the opponent was only a two-foot-odd sword in his hand.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his wrist was very cold.

At this time, he realized that the sneering sound just now sounded from his wrist.

Then his eyes widened to the extreme fear, and he saw his sword-holding palms and wrists breaking away, sprinkling a wave of blood.

There was no emotional change in Ding Ning's eyes.

His body was like a hard squeeze. He passed by the man with a broken arm. The dark green sword in his hand spread forward like countless messy thatched grass, sweeping across the abdomen of the two assassins in front.

Puff... Two blood waves gushed into the bleak autumn wind.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

"Such a complicated sword technique... this boy is really good at using it."
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