The Sword Dynasty

The first night policy of Jian Tiansi was cold.

Chen Jianshou, the superintendent of the gods, also arrived.

He even saw a carriage in Fanghou Mansion, which should have been repaired as exhausted Fang.

There are also many big people mixed in this kind of people flow, among them there are several peerless strongmen of Minshan Jianzong.

But before, he has been paying close attention to Ding Ning. Mo Shoucheng, who did not miss any of Ding Ning's World War I, did not appear.

Huang Zhenwei didn't understand it. He even began to worry about what happened to Mo Shoucheng's body.

More and more people flocked to the street where Ding Ning is located.

The center of gravity of the entire Changling seems to be leaning towards here.

Not only is Ding Ning the first place in the Minshan Sword Society, not just because this is a big show where the previous play has been done, the most important thing is that this is a cross-border battle.

Because in the memories of many Changling practitioners, even that person has only said that there is no difference in the four realms.

However, now Ding Ning is in the five realms, and that Rong maiden is the six realms. If the five realms can overcome the six realms, this is enough to change everyone's perception.

The road in front of Ding Ning had long been blocked by water, but those who held black umbrellas surrounded the empty space that was used to stop the carriage in front of this medical hall, so Ding Ning's front was still very empty.

There was some strange commotion in the crowd.

The black umbrella suddenly separated, and a young man who looked slightly larger than Ding Ning came in.

Ding Ning smiled warmly and bowed slightly to the man.

This man is Xu Heshan.

After seeing the ceremony, he and Ding Ning just said seriously: "They are still studying in Minshan Jianzong, so let me come."

Hearing this sentence, Jing Liuli frowned slightly.

She knew that "they" Xu Heshan said was the group of Ding Ning's friends like Xie Changsheng.

Xu Heshan is their representative.

Although only Xu Heshan came alone, the words he said represented those young people at that time still standing together with Ding Ning.

The sky was thunderous and silent, and the weather was hot and many people gathered together. Many people were sultry and hard to pass.

In the crowd of people in the distance, strange ripples appeared again, and a lot of exclamation sounded, which made people's spirits revive.

A woman with an indifferent face wore an ordinary peasant woman's robe and walked slowly through the crowd.

The vast majority of people do not know this woman, but looking at the reaction and gaze of the people around them, feeling the strange breath radiating from this woman, everyone knows that this woman is the Rong surname.

Because of her unique identity, plus the significance of this battle, and the special breath she was exuding at the moment, although the crowds on both sides were already very congested, she still unknowingly evaded on both sides. The crowds are separated like a tide, and the road becomes wider.

Most people want to see the result of this war.

However, some people do not want to see this war happen.

A middle-aged man who also appeared to be wearing ordinary cloth did not give way, looked at the Rong Gong girl who approached him, slightly nodded, and said softly: "Please don't do this...The queen wouldn't want this."

"I don't want that, then?"

Rong Rong looked at the middle-aged man blankly and walked past him.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and didn't know what this sentence of the surname Rong meant.

The slightly cold voice of the surnamed Rong girl went into his pinna: "Then wait for him to break through the six realms and seven realms, and then come to kill me? Then all I can do is wait in the palace and wait One day he will kill me?"

The middle-aged man could not answer.

For him, when he mentioned the queen, the surname Rong did not look back, and he could no longer answer.

No one has stopped since.

The noise in the streets became silent.

Even those who were so sultry that they were about to faint, began to have patience.

The lady named Rong went to the edge of the black umbrella.

The shadow of the black umbrella enveloped her cheeks, making her even less aware of the emotions on her face.

Then the black umbrella separated, and she walked over and appeared in Ding Ning's sight.

Ding Ning calmly looked at the maiden surnamed Rong who was getting closer, and said indifferently, "I want to challenge you."

His voice was not loud at this time, but it seemed to spread across all the streets in this area, making many people's bodies shudder.

The Rong surnamed Gong slowly raised her head.

She looked at Ding Ning in silence, the blood on her lips getting thicker and deeper, and then she shook her head and said, "This time it is not that you want to challenge me, but I want to challenge you."

A heavy breath sounded in the surrounding sea of ​​people.

Many people have guessed what the two people would say when they finally met here, but none of them guessed it would be such a dialogue at the beginning.

When many people were still shocked and speechless, Ding Ning laughed contentedly.

"I promise your challenge."

Then he smiled and looked at Rong, the surnamed lady, and said seriously.

The surname Rong looked at him, and the expression on her face was suddenly weird, and then said: "The typesetting in the tea garden was not left by him."

"You said that row of bones?"

Ding Ning lightly glanced at Rong, the surnamed lady, and said, "It's not that he left it, it may be that he told others."

"The most important thing is that no one knows what the date represents, and does it make sense to say that now?"

Before Rong's maiden spoke, Ding Ning said slightly: "As long as you die, everything will end."

The surnamed Rong girl laughed.

She hasn't laughed like this for a long time, so her smile is strange and bleak.

"Do you think I must be out to fight you because I am afraid of death?"

She shook her head and said softly: "You're wrong, I just want to atone... Since everything has passed, it doesn't make any sense, so now I'm going to redeem, and only Zhang Luyang is left."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, and said, "Only when people are dying will they have such thoughts, and they will think of so many meaningless things."

The face of Rong, the surname Rong, regained her indifference, then flashed a porcelain-like luster, "I want you to die in front of me."

Ding Ning laughed, "Then you can try."

"Since it's a battle of life and death, what are you waiting for?" The maiden named Rong raised her head again, looked at Ding Ning slightly, and said slowly.

A fresh breath emanated from her body, and the dust between the stone roads below her began to spray like a fountain.

Because this is her own choice.

Because she wants to live for herself on this day, she needs to get the battle started quickly.

...

A man in black wearing bamboo hat stopped.

He was not far from the tea garden where Zhang Luyang lived.

Ding Ning and Rong surnamed lady were far away from this tea garden at this time, but the news he had received before was that they could intercept Rong surnamed lady.

However, at this time, the latest news delivered to him was to let him know that there was a problem with the news previously delivered to him.

At least there is a big problem in time.

Even if he is faster, it is impossible to intercept Rong's maiden here.

So who has such a great ability to change the message in his hand?

"Actually, fake military orders and deliberate delays in the delivery of some news are the means that Zheng Xiu is best at."

Just as the black man paused, a woman's voice with a unique, unruly atmosphere came from the river and into his pinna.

A black sword appeared silently and quietly around him, and if there was something of life, he began to walk away.

The man in black thought for a moment, and his eyes in the shadow under Zhu Li suddenly lighted up, a little unbelievingly: "Bai Shanshui?"

"The Bihai Chaosheng is obviously the most magnificent and beautiful artistic conception, but with Zheng Xiu, such a sword classic has just been practised by you. It is a pity."

Bai Shanshui set foot on the river hill, looked at the man from a condescending position, and shook his head with a trace of contempt.

The black man laughed.

The bamboo lily on his head shattered into countless strands.

"Baishanshui, what makes you so confident to challenge me?"

Listening to his words, Bai Shanshui also laughed.

She stared at the handsome man and said, "Actually, you should care more about why I came to deal with you."

Xu Fenqin stunned slightly, and immediately smiled, saying: "Life and death are the most important thing, so why not care about other things at this time?"

Bai Shanshui looked up at the sky with satisfaction and said, "Today Zheng Xiu lost two people with a left arm and a right arm. He didn't know if she would feel heartache."