"We need to destroy those talismans.╞┡╡.＜."

Changsun Qianxue frowned and looked behind the huge black shadows.

Most of the loads dragged by the snow slabs have been removed and turned into talismans standing on the ice.

At this moment, the entire lake surface was reflected in a dark green area, just one of them.

The threat from these talismans was a huge black shadow that surged from far away on the ice.

"No need. These people can only use these talisman tools once."

Ding Ning turned to look at her and shook her head, "They only want to use these talisman tools once."

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the dark green flame. Even though his pupils were reflected in green, he still clearly judged which of the flows would pose a real threat to him, Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue.

He raised the wooden stick in his hand and stirred it up to the sky above.

Aggressive!

Countless terrifying dull collisions sounded at this moment.

The great master above the seven realms could not instantly escape the dark green flames it covered. With his simple few thorns, it turned into countless sparks that rushed upwards. ┡¯┢┢.?

This upward spark and the various flames attacked by the successor talismans collided again, and various explosions appeared in the sky. In an instant, a terrifying river formed in the air, gathering countless flames that could easily tear people's bodies into shattered.

These lights and flames are unstable, giving people a feeling of disillusionment.

The old monk's face was also like disillusionment in the light.

At this moment, his movements paused briefly.

When Li Xixing brought his letter to him, his state of practice and stagnation became loose, and every breath was in a wonderful state of constantly breaking through the realm. At this time, he was infinitely close to the realm when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, and the time and space in his mind were like being brought back to Changling in the past. Many pictures that were difficult to recall even, and they broke into his world.

There are countless swords and sword intents in these pictures. The clearest one is naturally Wang Jingmeng's simple and powerful sword intent that seems to be unreasonable.

Just as his movements paused for a brief moment, a crimson flying sword had already broken through the air, and the traces of fireworks on the flying sword had been reflected on his forehead.

Ding Ning coughed lightly, and his eyes naturally fell on the crimson flying sword.

The wooden stick in the old monk's hand that was stagnant in the air naturally followed the light cough and stabbed out according to Ding Ning's gaze. [.

The crimson flying sword trembled in a very short time, and it changed countless possibilities of piercing fall. The light and shadow at the edge of the sword edge even rotated and knotted together, just like a crimson thread ball.

However, the old monk's wooden stick seemed to have predicted the next action of the flying sword, and even the direction of the wooden stick was pierced, so he easily stabbed the crimson flying sword that arrived first.

With a puff, the true energy of the crimson flying sword shot out everywhere, and the true energy of the master of the flying sword was forced out.

The flying sword flew backwards and pierced into the left shoulder of a rider who was rushing on the back of a snow croaker.

The rider was throwing a spear with all his might.

The flying sword pierced the left shoulder of the rider. The rider fell back and fell to the ground. His body was instantly trampled into plasma by the snow worm behind him. However, the spear in his hand was thrown out, and he turned the direction, deeply pierced a rider in front and the snow worm under him, and nailed it to the ice.

A snow croaker behind was unable to close, and then hit the snow croaker nailed to the ice, making a bone burst that made people's teeth sore. The rider above was instantly thrown out of the sky like a stone, and encountered some flowing flames falling from the sky, and the inside of his body burned out.

Ding Ning did not look at these scenes, his eyes fell on the empty space in front of the old monk.

The old monk's stick also naturally stabbed towards that place.

In the originally empty place, a thin gray flying sword appeared, which was like a moth flying into a fire, hitting the tip of the old monk's staff.

The thin piece of flying sword broke from it, breaking into two uneven pieces, flying out obliquely, one of which fell on the neck of a rider, easily cutting off the rider's head.

Ding Ning still didn't look at that place.

His eyes kept falling around the old monk, and the old monk's wooden stick fell with his eyes.

The movements of the wooden stick were smooth and natural, and the old monk's entire body, including the perception of thoughts, naturally became unprecedentedly smooth.

He grasped the sword intent that Wang Jingmeng used when he entered Changling, the easiest and fastest way to kill people, but it was still a little difficult to understand at this moment. When his wooden stick fell with Ding Ning's eyes again, he turned his head and asked in an extremely respectful tone: "How could it be so fast?"

"Real speed is not just the ultimate speed that can be achieved by the coordination of one's own body and true energy. The speed of one's own movements also lies in the direction of the energy of heaven and earth around us. If we walk with the wind, we will always be faster than we walk with the wind."

Ding Ning withdrew his gaze, looked at his pupils seeking knowledge, and said, "The real way to go with the flow is not only to follow the direction of the heaven and earth, but also to follow the direction of the other party's direction. Your speed plus the other party's speed is the real fastest."

The old monk suddenly realized and laughed, "So that's how it is."

Ding Ning also laughed, "The skills you practice are different. Your self-cultivation method plus this sword sutra in Bashan Sword Field will be as fast as yours in the past, even Wang Jingmeng is not as fast as you."

"Even if you are faster than you, you will never be as tall as you. If you had not reached such a level of cultivation, you would have carried it like this... Otherwise, even if you know this principle, who can learn it, and who can use such a sword intent again?"

The old monk bowed and bowed with Changling etiquette before turning around.

When he and Ding Ning completed such a conversation and finished such a salute, most of the snowman who rushed over had fallen.

Ding Ning's eyes no longer fell around the old monk.

The old monk no longer needs his belt.

Although the old monk's wooden stick pierced out looks very clear and does not give people an amazing feeling of speed, it has actually achieved the fastest in the world.

...

The edge of the lake at the other end.

The ghostly army never moved.

Even when all the snow bars and the riders on the snow bars die and turn into sculptures on the ice, this army is always waiting quietly.
Chapter completed!