Xue Wangxu couldn't help but shake his head. Everything was developing as Ding Ning said just now. It turned out that he followed Ding Ning instead.

Sometimes he could not understand Ding Ning's meticulous observation and judgment that could see through the human heart at all, because this ability, in addition to talent, often comes from experience in dealing with the world.

Ding Ning's sword was crossed to his chest, and many whispers came into his ears.

It was nothing more than mocking him for having a broken sword in his hand.

Feng Qianzhuo's expression did not change much in the afterglow of his eyes, and the coldness in his heart became stronger and stronger. He really lived a pampered life for too long, and he couldn't even recognize this sword.

Feng Qinghan's eyes also fell on the broken sword in Ding Ning's hand at this time.

Even Feng Qianzhuo no longer recognized the Mohua Sword, whose appearance changed greatly due to the breakage. He was not born when the Bashan Sword Field changed drastically, so he naturally could not recognize this sword.

He looked at the uneven fractures and subtle cracks of the sword in Ding Ning's hand, and more sarcastic meanings were permeated with the corners of his mouth.

With a sneer, he drew out his sword.

The sword that appeared in his hand was about three feet long, extremely thin, with a black talisman line extending from the hilt to the sword tip in the center of the white sword body.

It was like a sword-shaped white paper with an ink line drawn.

Ding Ning's brows slowly frowned.

He recognized this sword...it was the blue sword from Bashan Sword Field.

In the Bashan Sword Field in the past, only the noblest person is worthy of this sword.

Now such a sword actually appeared in Feng Qinghan's hands.

Looking at Ding Ning's slowly frowning brows, Feng Qinghan's eyes became a little more lustful. He thought Ding Ning felt huge pressure because of the sword in his hand.

But his movements didn't have much pause.

"please!"

His sarcastic voice had just sounded, and his whole body had turned into a afterimage, cutting several feet apart.

There was a loud bang!

The swords in his hand and Ding Ning had already collided with each other, and countless shrill sword edges splashed out, and two semicircular arcs of light appeared between the two bodies.

Between the arcs, there are many flowers-like stars surging, blooming with their own powers.

This stalemate was only a short moment.

In less than a breath, Feng Qinghan's figure paused slightly, and the blue sword in his hand was still waving forward. A layer of sword light surging like flowing water on the sword body, but Ding Ning's light was shattered. His right sleeve, holding the sword, had already been rushed out of many cracks by the sword energy. He retreated sadly, stepped on the stone road alternately, and his soles made an explosion sound.

Feng Qianzhuo's expression was slightly relaxed and he let out a light breath.

The temptation of this first sword has proved that although this Changling boy is not weak in swordsmanship, he has a huge gap with Feng Qinghan in terms of strength.

The mockery in the eyes of the nobles of Zhushan County who were sitting upright on the mahogany chair was even stronger.

This is the huge gap between the Qi Refining Realm and the True Yuan Realm.

The ordinary people in Zhushan County who were watching were still shocked by the collision of the sword. They could not imagine that Feng Qinghan and Ding Ning's thin body contained such terrifying power... But no matter what, the other party was shocked by the young master of the Feng family, and they were obviously a little defeated.

For a moment, cheers and cheers rose everywhere.

...

Looking at Ding Ning, who had not yet stood firm, more sarcastic thoughts flowed out from Feng Qinghan's face.

However, he did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his true energy slowly flowed out of his hand, flowing through the ink line on the white paper-like sword.

He was very focused and slashed a sword into the air between him and Ding Ning.

A white sword shadow slashed through the air, but a black sword energy stayed in the air and remained motionless.

A black line suddenly appeared in the cold air.

Seeing such a black line, many noble people from Zhushan County breathed in a hurry and their eyes were slightly stern.

This is obviously a symbol line.

Everyone in Zhushan County knows that Feng Qinghan is an excellent cultivator, but no one knew before that he was the sword talisman Taoist!

Use sword energy to draw talismans, and each sword energy is a talisman line, and finally form various complete talismans, which can attract more heaven and earth vitality and release stronger power.

This is a means of practicing both talisman and sword, and it is also an extremely difficult method to master. Even if it is just painting, painting in the empty air is many times more difficult than painting on yellow paper. What's more, there is no deviation, otherwise the talisman line that will not resonate with the vitality of heaven and earth.

Feng Qinghan's cultivation is higher than that of this Changling boy, and now he has shown such amazing swordsmanship. What other chances can this Changling boy overcome?

Feng Qinghan's face looked slightly mocked, but his eyes were extremely focused. He used another sword, and another ink-colored talisman line appeared in the air ahead.

The two talisman lines did not intersect, but there was an inexplicable reaction in it, and a lot of black smoke appeared.

Ding Ning stopped retreating at this time.

His right sleeve was torn, and several blood marks appeared on the back of his hand. However, what puzzled everyone on the audience was that there was still no fear on his face at this moment, and he was still calm.

Looking at the two talisman lines that began to radiate black smoke in the air, the broken sword in his right hand also steadily cut forward.

The dark green sword body seemed to be walking away from the sword force he was wielding at Xue Wangxu in the carriage. As the dark green sword body passed through rapidly, several white talisman lines suddenly appeared in the air ahead of him!

All the nobles of Zhushan County who had previously thought Ding Ning was unreasonable were stunned. Feng Qianzhuo's face was slightly stiff and his pupils contracted sharply.

This is obviously also the sword talisman!

Feng Qinghan also saw the several white talisman lines clearly at the first time, and a strong sense of incredibility filled his body. He was majoring in this sword technique, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to practice sword talismans. He started drawing talismans since he was three years old, and started holding swords at the age of six, and he was only a little successful six months ago... But now this Changling boy, who is about the same age as him, has also used this method, and it seems that he is more proficient than himself and has a faster sword power!

...

Ding Ning's expression did not change at all. The broken sword in his hand continued to walk smoothly in the air. In just one breath, more than ten white talisman lines were added in front of him.

These more than ten white talisman lines and several previous talisman lines intersected in the air, forming a square talisman.

A crack sound of "swish"!

In the next moment, the talisman suddenly shattered, but countless cold air gathered in front at an unimaginable speed.

In the air, thousands of pear blossoms were blooming, and countless white ice flowers were connected together to form ice trees, pressing towards Feng Qinghan!

Feng Qinghan's face turned slightly pale, and with a sharp roar, he drew several swords in his hand.

As several black talisman lines swept up, the sword talisman in front of him finally formed.

With a loud bang, a stream of black smoke rushed forward like a dragon, and there seemed to be countless black bats rushing around and howling inside.

The extremely beautiful ice tree was instantly shattered, turning into countless ice chips and splashing out backwards.

The same sword talisman, but due to the difference in cultivation, there is also a significant gap in strength.

However, none of the people in Zhushan County cheered.

Because Ding Ning's sword is very fast.

In addition to accuracy, the most important thing in the way of sword talisman is speed.

However, in this short period of time, a white sword light appeared in front of Ding Ning, and a square white sword talisman had already taken shape.

Countless crystal ice sheets that flew backwards in front of him suddenly stopped in the air by a new force, and then quickly turned into countless tiny ice crystals.

A more surging force erupted forward, these ice crystals and the new ice trees gathered together and advanced forward.

A strange scream.

Feng Qinghan retreated quickly, and the blue sword in his hand continued to slash forward.

The power of the black smoke like an ink dragon was gone, and countless sharp blade-like ice pierced the black smoke and flew out.

The ice bank and the blue sword in his hand kept colliding, making a dense and sour sound.

As he retreated, countless ice fell on the ground in front of him.

His hair and robe were also covered with snow-white ice chips and began to melt.

Ding Ning was still extremely calm and began to move forward.

In Feng Qinghan's sight, his figure emerged from the broken ink dragon, and followed by a brand new sword talisman.

The white sword talisman between invisible and tangible gave everyone the feeling of a white square seal, which was lifted up by Ding Ning's sword tip and smashed towards Feng Qinghan.

Feng Qinghan whistled again, and the true energy in his body surged out without any cherishing, injecting into the ink line of the sword like a white paper.

At the head of the sword, a black ball of light expanded rapidly, forming a black ink pool.

A loud bang exploded.

The power carried by the white sword talisman was shattered, and Feng Qinghan's retreating figure suddenly stopped.

However, what made him grit his teeth desperately and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart was that he stopped seeing Ding Ning's figure, and a white sword talisman had already formed in front of Ding Ning.

It was also a sword talisman, but the opponent's sword was so fast that he didn't even have the chance to cast the sword talisman again!

All the nobles in Zhushan County who were sitting on the mahogany chairs turned extremely ugly.

"Have you ever seen such a good practitioner who can use the sword talismans at this age? If I read it correctly, this should be the Aries Ice River Sword Skill Sutra in Aries Cave. The difficulty of this sword sermon will definitely not be weaker than that of Feng Qinghan's Bashan Molong Sword Skill Sutra." One of the nobles said to someone beside him with a cold voice.

"Previously, the young man from Changling Ning Jing saw that he was a little extraordinary, but he didn't expect that he was so extraordinary. In the history books, it was rare to see anyone who could use the sword talisman so well at such an age." The man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The cultivation level is separated from the other party, but he was beaten like this... he can admit defeat."

Although every Zhushan County people hope that Feng Qinghan can defeat, the conversation between these two can represent the mood of most visionary noble people at this moment.

But Feng Qinghan is unwilling to accept it.

He doesn't want to give in.

"I didn't expect you to have such strength... But from the beginning, I didn't want to defeat you, but I wanted to destroy you!"

He stared at Ding Ning fiercely and made such a sound in his heart.

A hint of cruelty and hideousness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

While he quickly injected his true energy into the blue sword in his hand, his left hand moved slightly, and a purple-gold talisman slid from his sleeve and fell into the palm of his left hand.
Chapter completed!