The Sword Dynasty

The scene was quiet, and the brilliance of the Sapphire Mountain Gate of Jianzong Minshan was scattered on Ding Ning and others, and the figures of Ding Ning and others appeared dazzling.

In fact, all the candidates were also watching Ding Ning, who arrived the latest.

For this young practitioner in Changling, his practice is not particularly high, but since he entered the Baiyang Cave, he has been shining from time to time, even covering the rest of the genius of the wine shop boy, all There are naturally different opinions and judgments in the minds of the candidates.

But at this time, watching Ding Ning, who came to silence Xue Fuxu, and some of these candidates were somehow uneasy, feeling an inexplicable danger.

Gu Xichun is in the middle of all the candidates. In his opinion, since Ding Ning has been able to rank so high in the talent list, it means that Ding Ning will not be eliminated at least very early. There is no hurry.

He didn't even want to rush to see Ding Ning.

However, when Ding Ning arrived, it seemed to bring infinite magic to the attention of everyone.

He looked at Ding Ning and Xue Wangxu at the side of Ding Ning. It was originally like the eyes that were stuck in the shadows suddenly showed some strange colors. It felt like there was a piece of pine oil in the depths of his eyes. Burning up, billowing thick smoke.

Next to Gu Xichun, there was always a teacher at Yingshan Sword Grotto. This teacher was also a certain uncle who was most concerned about the practice of Gu Xichun in the past. After Gu Xichun had an amazing insight, his uncle His status in the Jianshan Sword Grotto has also greatly improved, and this important occasion is also accompanied by Gu Xichun.

At this time, feeling the abnormal shape of Gu Xichun beside him, this middle-aged teacher frowned slightly and exclaimed softly: "Don't worry about it, this person disobeys the queen's favor, and it is absolutely impossible to have it in the Minshan Sword Society What has been gained, after this sword meeting, will naturally fade out of everyone's vision in Changling."

Gu Xichun understood the uncle's kindness, and his face was slightly stern, and he said slowly: "If it is destined to be a meteor, I also hope that this meteor will end in my hand, so that his light can add color to me. ."

"The opportunity is naturally excellent, but everything can't be too persistent." The middle-aged teacher of the Shadow Mountain Sword Grotto nodded and glanced at Xue Wangxu in the distance, with a little sympathy: "Too stubborn will change. It must be the same as Xue Wangxu."

Many people looked at Xue Wangxu's eyes with some regret and some sympathy.

Above the seven realms is the guru.

Reaching the Seven Realms is what kind of accomplishment, but such a true Master of Seven Realms wants to see how many of his closest disciples are unable to perform in the Minshan Sword Society.

The vast majority of people in the field can be sure that Xue Minxu will die before the official start of the Minshan Jianhui.

Before the Minshan Sword Meeting, there was also a holy sacrificial offering to the ancestors to make the prince.

The vast majority of people on the field doubted whether Xue Wangxu could support the end of the sacrificial offering in the Holy Spirit.

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Nangong Caishu itself is a disciple of Qingteng Jianyuan. After He Zhaoxi greeted her, she did not hesitate to greet her and walked beside Ding Ning.

Xie Changsheng does not pass through his brain too much, so he also welcomes him without any hesitation.

This time Xie Rou did not stop him.

The husband sings the woman, she has already vowed to not marry Ding Ning. Although Ding Ning does not approve of her vow, for her, no matter how dangerous Ding Ning does at this time, she naturally wants to keep up.

Xu Heshan hesitated slightly, but walked to the side of Nangong Caishu.

These people, together with Zhang Yi and Shen Yi, formed a small team, which was isolated from the people around them.

Because there are not many people, so no tragic, but only a bit sad.

"Time is not enough."

Ding Ning has been silent since he walked through the sapphire gate of Jianzong Minshan, and then stopped at the end of the queue, he let He Chaoxi bear all the weight of Xue Wangxu, and then in Xue Wangxu's ear He said softly and seriously: "Because I helped Baiyangdong get the first place, the disciple can't accompany you on the last journey."

Xue Wangxu's breathing has been very difficult at this time, but when he heard Ding Ning's words, he still squeezed out a smile and gently said: "I'm relieved to go."

"Brother, you will accompany Master Dong on the last journey."

Ding Ning gave up his position to Zhang Yi and paid a deep respect to Xue Wangxu.

When everyone didn't speak, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Nangong Caishu and Xie Changsheng and others did not understand the true meaning of the dialogue between Ding Ning and Xue Wangxu, but at the moment Ding Ning closed his eyes, they began to fall into tremendous shock.

In their perception, the moment Ding Ning closed his eyes, Ding Ning's body became an absolutely peaceful pond. There was a mysterious qi machine flowing in the pond. There were many in the world around them that they could not see or even perceive Things that are not available are quietly flowing into this pond.

This is spiritual practice.

Even if you are a cultivator who has reached five realms and six realms, you need a certain amount of time to converge your mind and eliminate distractions before you can enter this state of spiritual practice. Then Ding Ning does not need any time to prepare. The moment you close your eyes, you enter this state of practice!

This is obviously impossible, but such a thing happened in front of them.

In addition, what brought them even more shocking emotions is that even with their cultivation, they can intuitively perceive that Ding Ning's body is extremely empty, so empty that not only the vast majority of the water in this pond is After emptying, even the water in the wet soil was squeezed out more than half.

"Someone forced Ding Ning to almost run out of true yuan."

Xie Changsheng's face became extremely hazy. He took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi and Shen Yi and asked, "What the hell happened?"

Shen Yi's eyes were already red, and he said what he wanted to say, but Zhang Yi responded with a trembling voice: "It's none of your business."

"What doesn't matter to me?"

Xie Changsheng knew that Zhang Yi was well-intentioned, but he couldn't help but yell angrily, "Now that we are standing by you, isn't it our business?"

"Don't be noisy."

Shen Yi's voice rang.

Xie Changsheng turned his head even more angrily. He wanted to ask what Shen Yi did as a disciple of Baiyangdong, but the moment he turned his head, he couldn't make a sound anymore.

All the people beside him could no longer make a sound at this moment.

Because Xue Wangxu opened his mouth at this time, but could not make a sound.

The old man seemed to want to say more, but he couldn't make any more sounds, and finally only showed a helpless smile.

It was at this moment that there was a quiet throbbing ahead.

On the altar above the mountain road, a solemn ceremonial sound sounded.

Xie Changsheng Huo Ran looked up.

He understands that Emperor Yuanwu is about to appear next. At this moment, it should be reasonable that he should be like the candidates around him, with an eager look and full of reverence, but his eyes are full of anger at this time, and he seems to be angry in his heart. Spilled to the sacrifice roof at the end of the line of sight.

There are many people kneeling on the ground of the altar, like an ocean.

Emperor Yuanwu walked calmly and confidently holding Jin Jian, and walked to the front of the sacrifice platform.

Fusu in full dress followed him one foot behind him, and behind Fusu were several practitioners wearing green shirts.

When the bright yellow figure appeared in sight, all the candidates in front of the mountain road felt that their eyes were no longer as stinging as before, and there seemed to be an unusually majestic and soft breath, like an invisible giant umbrella. The sword intention of the whole Minshan was blocked for them.

This realm of personal feeling and the identity of the bright yellow figure also excited and admired the vast majority of candidates, and the voice of shouting long live again and again sounded.

The bright yellow figure on the altar did not prevent such a sound from sounding. He began to recite the altar of heaven, and he did not even change the tone of his usual speech.

However, no one in this mountain could cover his voice.

Every word spit out between his lips and teeth, clearly passed into everyone's pinna.

The moment he spit out the first word, the sunlight seemed to become more intense and dazzling.

Everyone was coated with gold.

However, the light in Xue Wangxu's eyes faded at this time.

He failed to hear Emperor Yuanwu's sacrifice to heaven.

He died peacefully at this time.

Ding Ning also did not hear the Emperor Yuanwu's prayer of sacrifice to heaven.

He forgot to practice everything, to add truth.

Zhang Yi and Shen Yi did not hear the Emperor Yuanwu’s sacrifice to heaven, and their bodies and minds were completely occupied by great grief.

At the back of the altar, when he heard Ode and his name, Fusu, who had become the prince, tried his best to look down.

He wanted to see where Ding Ning was.

However, too far away, he couldn't see clearly what was happening below, or where Ding Ning and others were.