The Sword Dynasty

Countless people have countless views.

It was only this night, which was very painful for most practitioners in Changling.

The majestic and unstoppable force that fell from the turret, one after another, each one often unexpectedly killed the death of a powerful practitioner, or the demise of a practice site.

Or surrender.

They knew that the old man who defended the city was very strong, but after feeling this one after another, he seemed to be never tired of the powerful force. They were still shocked by their hearts, only thinking that they still underestimated the strength of this old man.

"It's crazy."

In a small alley, a samurai practitioner felt the powerful power falling down from the turret and imagined the bloody meaning contained in the power. His face was extremely ugly to his partner beside him: "Even as a queen As expected, all the practice sites are completely subject to the palace, and they are subject to enlistment like the army, but she does not want to think that these practice sites and these reclusive masters are usually the barriers of the Changling Mausoleum. They are the orders. The real reason why many foreign practitioners dare not easily enter Changling! Even if the queen can succeed, the future Changling will be empty."

"What if it's empty?"

His partner's face was also ugly to the extreme, and said coldly: "Or she just wants to let Changling empty, and bring in those who are outside the country. In this way, the entire Changling is a huge trap."

"Mo Shoucheng has so many swords out today, doesn't he want to think about the merchants of the past?"

The samurai practitioner said this angrily, but in the next moment, his body stiffened.

A man wearing a pale yellow robe walked across a stone path in front of him.

Behind the man in light yellow robe, he followed some officials and servants from afar.

Many practitioners in Changling knew that the gentle man in light yellow robe was Huang Zhenwei.

And his unreasonable Mo Shoucheng is Huang Zhenwei's most respected teacher.

Huang Zhenwei went through this alley area.

He heard the conversation between these two practitioners, but there was no anger in his body, only increasing pain and sorrow.

He knew that the two ordinary practitioners in the streets were right.

As the executor of the Queen’s will, his teacher Mo Shoucheng is destined to become a bearer of many angers.

Many people will hate the queen, but they will also hate the Moshou city that killed their teachers.

If Mo Shoucheng is a general with great ambitions like Liang Lian, Huang Zhenwei may feel better at this time.

But he knew that the Moshou City at this time was just an oil lamp that would wither, giving the last light for this dynasty.

And he is very aware of Mo Shoucheng's physical condition. He knows that Mo Shoucheng is very tired at this time. Every time such a power is exerted, it is a heavy burden for his body.

So every time the power on the turret appeared, he felt helpless more and more.

He has been tracing the clues for a long time, but still can't find any clues.

At this moment, he sensed that there was another force on the turret, and this force was greater than before.

This invisible force like heaven's punishment fell into the Changling City, and Huang Zhenwei knew that there was Bantang Jiantang.

That is one of the places with the largest number of students and teachings in the Changling City.

Feeling such a majestic sword, the picture there almost appeared in his mind.

Many students and teachers fight with swords and the army, but at this time, the horrible sword will be settled, and those students and lessons with swords in front of the sword hall in the middle of the mountain will all be broken into broken blood waves.

"teacher!"

Huang Zhenwei shouted in pain.

He knew that the sword fell, and his teacher must be more exhausted, and he knew that the teacher who produced the sword was more painful than he was at this time.

There was a gap of several feet in front of Jiantang in the middle of the mountain.

A blood wave surged up the gap.

There are many dim sword lights in the blood wave, many broken sword pieces, and many broken corners of the robe.

After the gulf, many of the students and teachings in Jiantang Jianshan couldn't believe their eyes. They couldn't believe that so many teachers who were still in front of themselves before being breathed were crushed by such a force, and then directly became like this. Blood waves.

Blood waves rose up like a wall.

As if covering the moonlight, the whole bright moon seemed to become blood red.

The practitioners of the Half-Mountain Sword Hall after this chasm shuddered unconsciously and could no longer take a step forward.

On the corner tower, the wrinkles on the surface of Moshou City were deeper, and the skin on his face was bloody, as if these wrinkles had become cracks, and the blood in his body was to penetrate through these cracks.

The cold general who was behind him supported the wicker chair he was sitting in and couldn't help saying: "Shall we take a break?"

Mo Shoucheng shook his head and said: "Other people can rest, I can't rest."

General Leng Jun slowly lowered his head.

He knew that after the night passed, many people would remember that Mo Shoucheng killed countless people on this night, but few people were sure that Mo Shoucheng had prevented more people from dying.

...

Tonight, no one in Changling turned his attention to the medical hall under Xie's house.

The grandson Qianxue's mood is also more agitated than usual, so the wind and snow in her room is also more wanton than usual.

Although she was on the same bed, she and Ding Ning were only sitting half a foot apart.

"Are you sure my energy can help you heal?"

Looking at Ding Ning, who was trembling because of the cold beside her, she asked coldly.

"Your energy is like an addictive drug for a long time." Ding Ning looked at her, nodded definitely, and said seriously: "The body is accustomed to having such energy, and is released in the face of Liang Lian. After going out, the body is unable to adapt."

The elder Sun Qianxue was silent for a while and said, "It's just because I am used to each other."

Ding Ning shook his head without hesitation, "Not just because of habit."

Long-sun Qianxue remained silent for a long time, and said, "Is there really a chance to come back in life?"

Ding Ning also stayed silent for a long time, saying: "The last thing you have to face is your own heart. What you ultimately seek is only your inner peace. When you understand what you really want, when you really see it, everything will go smoothly. Its natural."

"Now let it go?" Chang Sun Qianxue smiled very rarely. She looked at the direction of the invisible power on the corner tower. "Many things tonight can't help but remind people of many things many years ago. People can really let go of hatred. What? If the whole family is destroyed and all her loved ones die because of someone, will she forgive that person?"

Ding Ningwei lowered his head, he did not answer Chang Sun Qianxue's question, nor did he go to see Chang Sun Qianxue's bleak smile, but said slowly: "When all enemies are broken, I don't like this city. Then we can leave."

Long Sun Qianxue Huo Ran turned his head and looked at him.

"The ones who died tonight were those who would not succumb to Zheng Xiu's will, but the first to bear the brunt was Minshan Jianzong."

Ding Ning said slowly: "If Zheng Xiu wants to succeed completely, to prove to everyone that she has made up her mind completely, only Minshan Jianzong will submit to her order."

The elder Sun Qingxue said slightly coldly, "Will Baixue Xuexue agree?"

"He will agree."

Ding Ning nodded and said, "Because what Zheng Xiu did tonight, he will understand that Zheng Xiu will do whatever it takes. Minshan Jianzong bears the brunt. The sooner he agrees, the less Zheng Xiu will let him pay."

After a pause, Ding Ning slightly mocked: "This is the deal between the rich and powerful, everyone will not explain, but they all know Fang Cun. At this time, Zheng Xiu just asked him to show some attitudes. And Baili Suxue would agree otherwise. In one aspect, because Jingli and I are both in Changling, for him, it is the future of Minshan Jianzong."

"Jing Liuli should be allowed to return to Minshan Jianzong."

"According to Zheng Xiu's attitude, I should be transferred somewhere to the frontier battlefield, together with those students who are daring to disobey her orders."

"But after all, I am a disciple of Jianzong Minshan, so I should be allowed to take some people with me."

Because he was afraid of the opposition of Chang Sun Qingxue, Ding Ning added these words and added, "The real best countermeasure is to follow the trend, follow the opponent's wishes, and then use the opponent. Follow the opponent's intentions, also Can often anticipate enemy opportunities."

The old grandson Qianxue turned his head and stopped looking at him or thinking about him. He just said coldly: "It seems to me that you know her too much."

Somehow, Ding Ning couldn't help but smiled slightly, and then said: "This is just one aspect."