The Sword Dynasty
107 Nine Nether Hades
Looking at Ding Ning, who was silent and just holding a umbrella to cover the snow, Xue Wangxu smiled comfortably.
Then he coughed lightly, looking at the blood under his feet, the blood on his hands, and Liang Lian, who was all blood on his chest. He proudly whispered: "On youth, on strength, I am not as good as you, but on swords. According to the experience, I am still stronger than you, so in the end I won."
Liang Lian said nothing.
For him, the outcome is not as important as the injury between chest and abdomen.
He felt that Xue Wangxu's sword intention was still killing in his body. To be sure, such injuries would have a great impact on him in the coming years.
There was an uncontrollable dryness in his heart.
Although he knew that the other party had paid a heavy price and could not live for a long time, this irritability that was difficult to describe in words made him want to leave Xue Wangxu here.
So he extended his right hand in silence.
However, at this moment, all the people in front of the camp suddenly felt something, looked up at the sky above.
The snowy sky separates the two halves, and in the middle is an absolute vacuum channel.
A terrible force settled here, like an insurmountable wall, blocked between Liang Lian and Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning.
The hard and cold stone ground suddenly sags, and there is a crackle with a crackle.
This tens of feet long slit is absolutely straight, and the width of the split from the beginning to the end is one finger, without any deviation.
This is a sword mark.
Many practitioners in the camp gate watched this sword mark shocked and speechless, their eyes fell through the passage that cut the sky down on the corner tower in the distance.
They were very shocked to think, who is on the corner tower, who was able to cast such a sword across such a long distance.
Liang Lian's face was slightly stiff. He looked at the sword mark in front of him silently, slowly retracted his right hand, and then turned back in slow motion, toward the camp door behind him.
Xue Wang under the umbrella smiled.
"ended."
He whispered this to Ding Ning next to him, then turned and walked back.
Ding Ning still has no words, just holding the umbrella hard to block the wind and snow as much as possible.
Xue Wangxu took a few steps, and the divine glow on his face dissipated, and seemed to quickly become tired.
"Still not."
He shook his head, sighed softly, stretched out his arm, and put it on Ding Ning's shoulder.
Ding Ning still didn't speak, but just brought his body closer to Xue Wangxu, and shouldered most of Xue Wangxu's weight with his thin shoulders.
"It's great!"
Xue Wangxu looked at the snow around him, feeling the bitter cold and weakness that he had not felt for a long time since he was a practitioner, but he laughed again, "When the battalion defeated the general of the Tiger and Wolf North Army, His Majesty and The teachers of the head of the patriarchal clan all cast a sword on Lingyun for me.
Ding Ning glanced at him, his voice trembling slightly, but he couldn't say the firmness: "Happy is better."
The snow is thicker.
Looking at the figure under the umbrella, the big one and the little one holding away, complex emotions rose in the eyes of the old man on the corner tower.
"Xue Wangxu's performance today is amazing enough."
He whispered softly: "The student who followed him was indeed good."
Huang Zhenwei couldn't help but sincerely praised: "It's really good."
In the snow and snow, at the top of a pavilion closer to the military camp, a woman in a white dress was also watching Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning who were leaving.
She is the night strategy cold.
Although her realm is higher than that of Liang Lian and Xue Wangxu, and only arrived at the last moment of the battle between the two, Liang Lian is already a practitioner above the Seven Realms, and finally Xue Wangxu’s That sword still made her feel a strong shock.
She looked at the big umbrella that disappeared in the snow and did not leave immediately, but thought silently. It seemed that this battle also reminded her of many things and made her understand something.
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Xue Wangxu and Liang Lian, like moving mountains, draw a lot of energy from the world. I don’t know how many practitioners have attracted the attention of Changling. The vast majority of people want to see the duel of the practitioners above the Seven Realms. However, those who do not know in advance Few practitioners are able to catch up as fast as Ye Celen.
Many people have just determined the general direction of battle on the battlefield, and the battle is over.
A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe was rushing along the winter forest along the river towards the Tiger and Wolf North Army Camp. At this time, he could no longer feel the violent fluctuations of the world's vitality, and felt the wind and snow roar. Down, the middle-aged scribe stopped and could not help sighing.
Five years ago, he was already a practitioner of the top quality of the Six Realms. However, five years later, he was standing still, and he could not feel the mystery of moving the mountain.
Today, he felt the vitality of heaven and earth walking through the sky like a giant mountain. He felt something in his heart, thinking that if he could feel the full desperation of the practitioners of the seventh realm, he might be able to get a chance of breaking the border.
However, this opportunity passed away.
Even though the straightest route has been chosen, there is still a long distance from the barracks at this moment, and the battle there is over.
In Changling, perhaps the simple exchanges of the practitioners above the Seven Realms or the discussion of swords can still be seen. However, how many years will it take to see this real fight?
"Are you sorry? It's a pity that this is life, even if there is such a battle, you are not present, and you will lose your life for it."
At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the winter forest beside him.
Listening to such a voice, the middle-aged scribe suddenly felt great vigilance and ominous feelings.
He intuitively felt that this vocal practitioner seemed to have been staying in this winter forest for a long time, but he had never felt the existence of this person before.
A woman appeared slowly in his sight.
Her figure haunted the wind and snow, which made him even more embarrassed. The scene that was also trapped in the wind and snow was barely visible, but everything around her was not clear at all.
"who are you?"
Thinking carefully that it is impossible for him to have such an enemy, especially for such a woman who is obviously above himself, this needless middle-aged scribe also added in surprise, "Did you admit it wrong?" people?"
"Aren't you Nangong injured? One of the disciples of Bashan Jianchang Jianku?" The woman's cold voice sounded again.
The middle-aged scribe was suddenly bitten by a snake, his face turned extremely white, and the entire body unconsciously shrank back. His throat also seemed to be pinched, making an incredible voice, "You Is it the remnant of Bashan Jianchang?"
The woman lingering in the snow confirmed his identity. It seemed that he did not want to talk nonsense with him. He just said five words coldly and abnormally: "No, Wuyangdan."
"No?"
Nangong was stunned. He looked at the woman incomprehensiblely and repeated, "Wuyangdan?"
The woman was displeased and coldly said: "I want Wuyang Dandanfang."
"Five sheep remedies?" Nangong injured more and more incomprehensible. "Just want such a recipe?"
The woman said, "You don't know?"
The Nangong injury suddenly felt a terrible killing intention. He was slightly stiff and said in a cold voice: "My Nangong family has such a Danfang, but it is not on me, and this Danfang is one of the many kinds of Danfang in my Nangong family. I don’t use it on weekdays, how can I remember clearly."
The woman seemed to know that he would answer like this, like endorsement, and said quickly: "You tell me where Danfang is in your house. If you tell a false story, I will kill everyone in your house. I know you It is a filial son who takes good care of the old mother at home. Presumably you don’t want to see her body separate."
The Nangong injury suddenly became angry, and said sharply: "What the hell are you! Even if you are the first-in-class characters, but this is Changling, today, from the Tiger and Wolf North Army Camp, I don’t know how many practitioners there are. 'S eyes are concerned, I don't know how many big men there are. Even if you can kill me, I don't believe you can escape after my battle with you."
The woman who was lingering in the snow seemed to know these words earlier, so she didn't pause for a while, and said coldly: "Kill you here, you don't need to get their attention."
As the voice of her sentence sounded, a strange cold suddenly filled the snow in the winter forest.
Nangong looked up horrified.
He saw that the snow outside was still falling slowly, and there was no change at all.
However, all the falling snow was deposited a few feet away from him and the woman, as if it had fallen on the ground, and the thicker and thicker it formed a snow curtain.
The whole winter forest, covered by this strange snow curtain, is like a unique world.
Not only is there no snow or snow outside, but even the vitality of the world can't get in and out.
This is a unique circle, a circle standing by and waiting for him to enter.
Nangong's injured forehead was all cold sweat, but he still had the last hope.
He laughed sharply: "It's a very strong circle...but the world's vitality can't enter, even if you are a practitioner who moves the mountain, I have reached the top level of the six realms, how can you beat me quickly?"
The snow outside the woman suddenly disappeared.
The laughter of Nangong's injury suddenly stopped. He felt that the space in front of him seemed to light up. What appeared in his sight was a beautiful face.
However, at this moment, this woman, who was too beautiful, had a deep blue flame in her hand.
His breath stopped suddenly.
With just a little breath, he felt that the whole body of blood seemed to be frozen, and he felt that it was simply unmatched.
The faint blue light flame became thicker and thicker, and eventually turned into a blue-black color.
"Nine Nether Hades Sword!"
Seeing the final color of the opponent's natal sword, seeing the countless blue ice sand floating in the air suddenly, Nangong was completely disappointed and howled like a ghost.