The Sword Dynasty

When all the trees on the burning hill turned to ashes, the figure of Zhao Si on the top of the hill disappeared.

Those pale sparks flying upwards in the sky have all disappeared. However, the burning of these mixed trees produces all the red flames, but they are still floating in the air, just like an oven is getting bigger and bigger.

The sword of Queen Mother and Zhao Si, although the spark came from the eternal star in the endless void for thousands of years, but it lost to the fire of the wood in this world.

Because the fire of miscellaneous wood in this world is to burn all of my life in this moment.

In the large camp of the Tiger and Wolf Army, not waiting for all the snow and ice on all the huge icicles to fade, some cultivators finally rushed to the Chinese military camp regardless of the damage caused by the cold air from the ghost.

Then they saw General Liang become an ice sculpture that fell to the ground.

In the blue-black ice, the red line at Liang Lian's eyebrows was unusually shocking. In their perception, there was a thrilling sword.

For a time, these warriors who had been in battle for a long time couldn't help themselves, but in anger, it was hard to speak.

In the streets outside the medical hall where Ding Ning and Rong Nun were dueling, the crowd of people watching had retreated, and the surroundings were quiet.

Jing Liuli walked out of the hospital door again under the puzzled eyes of Ye Frame Nan and Xu Heshan. Somehow, her admiration for Ding Ning increased, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead, a little heavy.

The breath in the sky was a little disordered.

And because many strong men completely released their breath, even the sky at this time was dark, and there was no dark cloud, but it seemed that there was a dark cloud covering the sun.

A few drops of rain fell on the ground in front of Jingliu.

There was a hint of coldness in the rain, which seemed to melt the snow and ice floating in the Tiger and Wolf North Army Camp.

Just then, Jing Liuli suddenly looked up.

The crowd had dispersed in front, and a teenager walked out of a quiet alley.

The teenager was wearing a bright purple robe.

However, for some reason, the purple robe on his body gives a sense of illusion, as does the breath of his whole person, illusory ethereal, like a cloud.

Ye frame Nan's pupils sitting on the doorstep shrank violently.

He saw the face of the teenager clearly.

This teenager has a clean face, looks a bit young and green, but it gives him a particularly terrible and dangerous feeling, so that the blood and blood in his body can not help but violently gallop up.

In his impression, even the first time I saw Jing Liuli, there was only the kind of pressure and awe of the high mountain's backing, but he still didn't have such a sense of danger all over his body.

Who is this teenager?

His breathing began to stop.

Jing Liuli is different from him, but just when she saw the young man, she understood who he was.

In the whole Changling, except Ding Ning, only one person would make her feel this way.

"An boulder?"

She frowned slightly, and looked at the young man as if a cloud was floating.

Xu Heshan behind her was completely dumbfounded.

Just as the appearance of Jingliu in Changling is enough to shake the entire Changling, the presence of the enveloping stone of Lingxu Jianmen in Changling only means that something unusual has happened.

...

The purple robe smiled.

This smile made him breath a bit more human, as if falling from the cloud to the ground.

It's just that the people in the sky fall on the ground, but they still don't look like they are in the world, so although they are real, they are even more enchanting.

"I am an boulder."

He looked at Jingliu, which didn't hide his hostility, and he didn't have any courtesy. He asked directly: "You know why the whole Changling has tied us up, but why haven't I ever found you from the Spiritual Sword Gate?"

Jing Liuli looked at him coldly and said, "I don't know."

An Baoshi said: "Because I always feel that you are not as good as me, I don't think I need to prove it to anyone."

His tone of speech was ordinary and his expression was indifferent, not half proud.

But his whole person just gave people the feeling of being extremely proud. Xu Heshan, who was half a head taller than him, felt that he was looking up at him.

Jing Liuli was not angry, but just looked at him and said, "Now?"

An Baoshi glanced behind Jing Liuli, "There are enough people beside me now, so you are no longer my opponent."

Jing Liuli smiled and said, "So you mean that I will not be worthy of your name in the future, so let me tell me specifically?"

An Baoshi looked at her smiling but cold face, and shook his head seriously.

"I'm out of the Spiritual Sword Gate, originally to see Ding Ning's battle."

After shaking his head, he continued seriously with a very emotional tone: "Since Ding Ning dares to challenge Rong Gongmai, there is a possibility of winning. With his practice level, even if there is only the possibility of winning, it seems to me It’s worth a special look. But you also surprised me. You don’t have a sword in your hand, but the sword is much stronger than before."

"It seems that in these days in Changling, you have made great progress, large enough to let me try your sword."

Listening to such words, Ye Zhennan and Xu Heshan's bodies tightened involuntarily again.

This is tantamount to a challenge.

There are already enough shocks happening today, and now when everyone thinks that the big show is over, legendary characters like Ambassador actually appear in front of their eyes... This is not as true as the dim light in front of them.

And they knew that Jing Liuli could never avoid such a challenge.

Only in one breath, Jingliu nodded and said, "Okay."

There was a snort.

A small crack suddenly appeared on the sleeve of An Baoshi's purple robe, but his face did not change.

He was like a god son in the kingdom of heaven. He still didn't have any arrogant look, but gave anyone a sense of arrogance. He nodded and said a "please" to Jingliu.

Jing Liuli narrowed her eyes slightly.

She saved the sword intention, and then sent it out naturally.

The storm in front of her was not alarmed.

But any natural symbolic line in the air is like her sword intention.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be her sword everywhere.

Her sword seems to exist in any invisible rune between heaven and earth, and can appear in any rune at any time, falling towards An Baoshi's body.

This is the true meaning of the sword.

Without the sword, the boulder is full of swords.

This is undoubtedly the strongest sword of Jing Liuli, so strong that Xu Heshan's body shivered.

It was not until this time that he understood how powerful Jingliu, known as a monster in the young generation of Changling.

Swords are everywhere in the world.

How can this sword be stopped?

However, An Baoshi just stood there and did not move at all.

He stood there clearly, but his whole person seemed to be empty.

Everything is empty.

Everything is empty, even if the sword falls, it just falls into the void.

Jing Liuli took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

The sword intention between heaven and earth disappeared.

"This is the supreme spirit?"

She seemed to speak to An Baoshi again, as if to herself.

An Baoshi looked at her and nodded naturally.

It seems that the two have never fought, but the outcome has been divided.

Jing Liuli's two sleeves broke off shoulders, revealing two white lotus-like arms.

The appearance of An Baoshi remains the same, naturally exuding that strange and inhuman temperament. He did not look at Jingliu again, but just crossed Jingliu's body and glanced at the courtyard behind her.

Then he turned and left.

The light on this clearing was dimmed again.

Looking at the back of his departure, Ye Qinan and Xu Heshan looked at Jingliu, who was standing still, and suddenly felt a little sad.

This is because they feel that Jing Liuli will feel sad at the moment.

But what they did not expect was that when Jing Liuli turned around and sat down on the steps again, it really seemed that nothing had happened.

She doesn't have any sad emotions.