The Sword Dynasty

Early in the morning, the sound of horseshoes rang through the silent streets.

In Changling, it is normal for horse-drawn carriages to walk through the streets.

However, this voice came from Mo Yuan.

Many of the practitioners who have deep mind-building skills on weekdays are Huo Ran raising his head and looking at the source of the voice.

Soon, it was the carriage that appeared in their sight.

The driving is still the net glass.

Three days ago, she dug a osmanthus tree from the osmanthus forest of the palace general. A sword shattered the carriage and transported the osmanthus tree back to Moyuan.Now that there is no carriage in the carriage, Ding Ning just sits on a cricket and sits directly without covering.

However, no one thought it was ridiculous, but his heart was more or less rising with shock and uneasiness.

Because every time this carriage came out of Moyuan, it would do enough to shock the entire Changling.

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There is a Taoist temple in the north of Changling City, and many tall boxwoods are planted in front of the gate.

Few people come to this Taoist temple on weekdays. However, as the carriage pulled out of the Moyuan is getting closer and closer, this Taoist temple suddenly fell into the sight of everyone in Changling.

The carriage driven by Jing Liuli stopped at the door of this Taoist temple, and then her brow immediately frowned.

The black-painted door of Taoist temple was concealed, but no one came out to meet.

Jing Liuli frowned not because of herself, but because she knew that the Taoist in this Taoist temple should know her identity, and in a sense, she represented Minshan Jianzong.

In the rear of the carriage, many carriages and pedestrians followed one after another. The voice around the pure Taoist temple was gradually rising, but the inside of the Taoist temple was still silent, and no footsteps were heard.

Ding Ning has not got off in the carriage.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, wondering what he was here for and what he would do next.

Jing Liuli's brows were still frowning, and she turned her head to look at Ding Ning, who was sitting quietly in the car.

She thought that this situation should seem to speak out, but if she spoke out, the people in Taoism still pretended to die, and no one reasoned, she did not know how to deal with it.Not knowing how to deal with it was extremely embarrassing for her.

As she looked back, Ding Ning looked up.

He looked at the tall yellow poplar tree above his head, and reached for a touch, but he picked up a wine bag.

This wine bag is really wine. When Ding Ning looked up and drank, Jingliu smelled a strong wine aroma, which made her feel very comfortable, and even made her have a desire to drink this wine. , But it was at this time that Ding Ning had already said: "This yellow poplar tree should have been there while this Taoist temple was there?"

There seemed to be an invisible magic power in his voice, which made Jingliu subconsciously look up with his eyes.

The early morning sunlight spilled through the gaps between the leaves, causing her eyes to narrow slightly.

This is indeed a very old and tall boxwood tree.

Something very old will naturally have a unique beauty.

However, her eyes narrowed slightly because she felt Ding Ning's murderousness.

"Chopped this tree."

Ding Ning put down the wine sac, licked the corner of his mouth, smiled, and exposed Bai Shengsheng's teeth rarely, and then said softly: "If no one has come out, cut all these yellow poplar trees."

Jing Liuli's eyes shone brightly.

She learned how to deal with this situation in the future.

She nodded and got off.

Her body began to emit a strange faint fluorescence. She reached out her right hand and seemed to touch the boxwood in front of her, but the moment the light on the palm edge touched the boxwood, the trunk of the boxwood, There was also a faint light.

In the following moment, this boxwood tree was like a drunk drunk man, falling down and falling to the side of a boxwood tree, rubbing its branches and leaves, sending out countless and not loud, but it was particularly exciting Heart palpitations.

Jing Liuli looked at the dumped poplar tree and felt a little pity, but somehow, she smelled the alcohol in her nose, but she felt very happy.

Without stopping at all, in the shocked eyes of everyone, she went straight to a boxwood tree next to it.

"Why did these trees bother you?"

At this moment, a long sigh came from Taoist Temple.

Jing Liuli raised her brow slightly, her footsteps slightly paused. However, at this moment, Ding Ning's voice passed into her auricle again: "Cut."

Jing Liuli's eyes flashed violently, and he waved again without any hesitation.

The yellow poplar in front of her crashed and fell.

Before the Taoist temple suddenly fell two boxwoods, the venue suddenly became empty.

The Taoist door slammed and was pushed open from the inside out. An elderly Taoist stood at the door. His face was originally white, but now it is even whiter.

"These boxwoods were planted by my ancestors for more than three hundred years."

This white-faced beard trembles slightly, looking at Jing Liuli and Ding Ning: "I don't know what you are going to do!"

Ding Ning glanced at him calmly, his eyes fell to his waist, then shook his head, and said lightly: "You brought a sword...so you should be very clear what I want to do."

Jing Liuli's brow furrowed again, and she saw that the white-faced robe had wide sleeves, so the scabbard on the waist was covered so that only a small part was exposed.

It was a white jade-like scabbard, very small, so it is conceivable that the sword in it must also be very small.

This white-faced old man is naturally a Taoist man.

At this time, listening to Ding Ning's plain words, his eyes fell on the two fallen boxwood trees, looking at the scattered leaves, his body began to tremble slightly, and said: "You force too much ."

"Don't use such clumsy means."

Ding Ning smiled slightly and said: "If you really want to hide, you can turn off the Taoist temple and hide a little further. Staying in the empty door, the sword will fill up, and I have long been thinking of killing me for her. Heart. You are so old, you should have seen a lot of things long ago. The two boxwood trees will not make you feel so distressed. It makes people feel that I am too much to force you to be forced to shoot... such a clumsy method. , Really meaningless."

Jing Liuli listened quietly, thinking of some details mentioned in Ding Ning's words, and the look on her face became more and more disdainful. When Ding Ning finished, she sneered contemptuously, "Shameless old things." "

Qian Daoren's face was already slightly stiff. Hearing Jing Liuli's cold hum, his face suddenly became unsightly.

It was just a breath, his body trembling stopped completely, and a cold and cold smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you really..." He looked at Ding Ning and said softly in a word: "Are you going to force me to kill you?"

Ding Ning looked at the cold smile in his mouth, and laughed. He didn't respond to his words positively, but said softly: "You should have a brother, this Taoism should belong to him...but now this The Taoist temple belongs to you, just because the court lady is your apprentice, so just because of this, I have a reason to kill you."

Qian Daoren took a deep breath.

He said nothing more, just looked up at Ding Ning and said, "I accept your challenge."

His voice was very loud, and anyone at least a few hundred feet away could hear it.

Jing Liuli turned around, and while walking behind Ding Ning, asked Ding Ning softly: "Are you really going to kill him?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "He has a damn reason. If he wants to kill me, then I will kill him."

Qian Daoren did not hear Ding Ning and Jing Liuli talk, but he felt Ding Ning's confidence.

"In fact, even if there is no reason for her, it's just your current attitude. I also want to try to kill you." He calmed his cold smile and looked at Ding Ning seriously, "I lived in Changling for so long I have seen so many powerful practitioners, but I have never seen a practitioner like you who has such confidence to kill a practitioner like me. Just such curiosity is enough for me to try test."

"In other words, it was the reason of my apprentice, which limited my mind and made me hesitate what would happen to her if I lost to you and died in your hands."

After being paused, Qian Daoren looked at Ding Ning and said, "As a swordsman in Changling, such a temptation itself is difficult to refuse... Even if I die in your hands, such a battle may be recorded in the history books. ."

"Then I will let you record it in the history book."

Ding Ning laughed and said: "Because your cultivation is much stronger than me, so I will not be humble, I will grab the shot...please!"

At the moment when the word "please" just sounded, Ding Ning shot.

He grabbed the end of the end sword and thrust forward.

Qian Daoren was not surprised. The flying sword he repaired was mainly rapid, and he expected that Ding Ning would grab the shot. Even if Ding Ning grabbed the shot, he did not think Ding Ning could really seize the opportunity.

When Ding Ning had just grasped the sword handle of the end sword of Mahua, his waist had already banged, and a small sword hidden in the white jade scabbard had flew out of the scabbard.

However, at this moment, what made him somewhat unbelievable was that he felt a sword in his side, which was completely different from that of Ding Ning.