The Sword Dynasty

The blue and black sword light disappeared, and the figure of Chang Sun Qingxue appeared in front of Fan Zhuo.

Seeing that Zhenyuan had been completely frozen, but still relying on Yun Zhuo Palace's unknown secret surgery to kill Fan Zhuo, Chang Sun Qianxue's face did not have any complacent look, but there was a trace of daze and sadness.

After all, it was the enemy of Emperor Yuanwu, but now there is one less.

She hesitated for a moment, reached out and shook a few breaths to fumble on Fan Zhuo's body, searched all the things in Fan Zhuo's clothes, and did not look closely, all included in the sleeves.

In the next moment, there seemed to be numerous invisible but real lines in the world around her body. A tremendous icy energy was drawn along these lines and quickly dissipated between the world. .

All clear blue disappeared.

The icicle burst and fell to the ground.

Chang Sun Qianxue's brow furrowed deeply again.

She knew that at this time the distant turret had definitely sensed the anomaly here, and there should have been practitioners coming here.

It's just that she is really not good at many things, such as ruining corpses.

She pondered for a few moments before making a decision.

A tremendous amount of heaven and earth vitality was released from her body, shattering all the broken ice cubes piled up around the tower into fine ice.

The strong wind whirls on the surface of the river, wrapping all the holes in the ice.

But her body fell in the center of the broken carriage.

The true element in her body was supposed to be extremely cold, but with her face slightly reddish, she was turned into a fiery heat by her.

In the next moment, countless burning Zhenyuan centered on her body and spouted out, igniting countless flaming snakes instantly.

The fire snake ignited all the shacks, especially a large number of fire snakes wound on Fan Zhuo's body, instantly ignited him into flying ash, then blown away by the strong wind, and flew to nowhere.

Long Sun Qianxue's body also faded away under the veil of flames and disappeared.

Only after dozens of breaths, several practitioners wearing black shirts have reached the embers of the fire, feeling some lingering rhythm remaining in the air here, all of these practitioners changed their faces, led by The practitioner just raised his hand, and a black plume of smoke rushed into the sky.

...

Changling is very large, falling from Wutong to Dafushuilong. Although it is not far away on the map of Changling, even the shortest route will take half a day for the horse-drawn carriage.

There was another delay in the big floating water cell, so on the way back to Wutong, the sky was already dark.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, seeming tired and sleepy, but in fact thinking about various possibilities.

At this time, the temporary village composed of squatters on the banks of the tributaries of the Weihe River had already disappeared into a scorched soil.

Dozens of Jiantiansi officials dressed in black stood like nails and surrounded the area.

Suddenly, all these dozens of black-faced officials in a dark look sparkled in their eyes.

Several carriages drove into their sight, came along the dirt road between the hills and parked outside the forest.

Although there was no wind and rain at this time, five of them, who came down from several carriages, still stretched out their black umbrellas to hide their faces.

A white-shirted woman and an old man who looked like an old servant walked among these five black umbrellas.

The woman in white shirt is naturally the first night of Jian Tiansi Division. The old man who looks like an old servant next to her is the most powerful Han Sanshi in the legendary six worships of Jiantian Division.

In addition, the five iconic black umbrellas naturally represent the other five mysterious enshrinations of Jiantiansi.

Ye Ce-Leng only made a gesture from a distance. The dozens of Jiantian Division officials who had originally blocked the area suddenly swept out, pulling the blocked and monitored area farther away.

Ye Celen and Han Sanshi walked slowly in the scorched earth, and finally stood in the place where Chang Sun Qianxue's carriage broke.

The five black umbrellas are scattered, and they perceive the remaining breath extremely carefully, searching every inch of land.

This process lasted for a long time, waiting for the sky to be completely dark, and the worship of the Jiantiansi under the five black umbrellas exchanged opinions with Han Sanshi one by one, and during this period, the night policy was only calmly watching some burning The traces from the burning did not even hear the conversation between them.

It was not until Han Sanshi walked to her side that she glanced at him and said, "How?"

Han Sanshi whispered: "It's her."

Ye Celen then asked: "Is the opponent in Yunshui Palace?"

Han Sanshi nodded slightly and said, "It should be."

Ye Celen fell silent.

Han Sanshi also fell silent.

"Remove all the traces we can perceive."

Ye Ce-Leng's face began to hide in the darkness, he could not see the emotions, but his tone was low but he was very firm: "Don't record it, don't tell other divisions."

Han Sanshi is the oldest envoy of Jian Tiansi and the only candidate overseas for Ye Ce Leng. He naturally knows more than anyone about all the meanings contained in these two words.

His hands were slightly cold, and he asked softly, "Don't even know the capital of Chen Jian?"

Ye Ce nodded and said, "I don't know."

...

At night, Ding Ning walked back to the wine shop.

Before that, he had been to Xue Wangxu's small courtyard, and had talked to Xue Wangxu, Zhang Yi, and Shen Yi about some big floating water prisons.

When he entered the wine shop and brought the door, the cold voice of Chang Sun Qianxue sounded in the darkness: "You are right, I am not good at many things."

Ding Ning, who was very familiar with Chang Sun Qianxue, breathed suddenly and asked, "What happened?"

The old grandson Qianxue said slowly: "I killed the Yunshuigong practitioner, the person's cultivation is very strong, it should be Fan Zhuo."

Hearing the word "kill", Ding Ning's body has quickly become cold. After listening to the full sentence, he was thinking on the way back when he was still thinking about whether he could try to work with Baishanshui to crack the big floating water cell. He was all angry. Some shivered: "Since you have promised to wait... why don't you wait!"

The elder Sun Qingxue was surprisingly lifeless, explaining: "It's not that I have no patience, just because he wants to kill Wang Taixu's men, I don't want him to kill Wang Taixu's men."

Hearing such an explanation, Ding Ning's anger subsided quickly, but his coldness still made his body tremble slightly.

He took a deep breath and walked in front of Changsun Qianxue and asked, "After you killed Fan Zhuo, what did you do?"

The elder Sun Qianxue did not want to recall the picture at that time, frowning slightly: "I eliminated the breath of the Nine Nether Hades Sword as much as possible, and used the means of Zhao Di Zhen Huo Gong to burn his body and everything around him. ."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said, "What was your thought at that time?"

The elder Sun Qianxue said: "Even if you can't completely hide the breath of your shot, at least not let others notice who I killed."

"Your idea is correct." Ding Ning calmed down and said slowly: "But Fan Zhuo is not an ordinary practitioner, you have to kill him, at least you have to show the power close to the seven realms of Zhong Realm. Such power cannot be completely If it is eliminated, either the Supervision Division or the Division can be detected."

Long Sun Qianxue lowered her head slightly and said coldly: "So I admit that I am not good at many things."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, and said: "This time things can't blame you, maybe you can let us see the true attitude of a person."

The elder Sun Qingxue puzzled and asked, "Who?"

Ding Ning looked at her and said, "Ye Ce Leng."

Chang Sun Qianxue's voice was slightly cold, and said, "You think too much."

Ding Ning did not refute, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.

If he really thinks too much, if Ye Ce Leng instead resorts to the power of Bai Shanshui and the revenge of Bai Shanshui, then he can't wait for Min Shanjian to start.

People like Bai Shanshui, who see life as ants, will not have any scruples.

In front of such people's direct mad killing, who can hide the secret?

If you can't wait until the Minshan Sword Society, even if you can enter the Changling Mausoleum again in the future, can you still get the chance to enter the Minshan Sword Sect and get the continuation of God's Secret?

Thinking of Xue Taixu, Ding Ning's face was filled with a deep bitterness.

...

In the thick darkness, the scorched earth's riverside is more like a ghost domain.

On the frozen river, a stream of water suddenly and silently poured out.

Wearing a white fox fur coat, his skin was as fair as fat, and his face was as beautiful as the elder brother of a wealthy man. However, his body exudes an arrogant breath of white mountain water that cannot be described by words, and rises in the center of the stream.

This great rebellion of the Yunshui Palace has caused countless people in the world to mention the existence of the name with trepidation. Although it can be clearly understood that there are Daqin practitioners in the forest outside in the distance, he does not care.

He only needs a moment.

A drop of crystal tears fell from his eyes, but fell silently and disappeared silently.

In the ice surface under his feet, however, a few drops of white water slowly came out.

Seeing these few drops of white water, he determined that the fighting here was caused by Fan Zhuo and that Fan Zhuo had been killed.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the dark, countless tiny drops of water rose from the darkened ashes.

In his perception, there was a fire rising on the ground, and a black bamboo rose and wobbled in the night fog.