The Sword Dynasty

More than ten practitioners stood scattered in the wind and snow in front of Changsun Qianxue.

Their figure was gradually obscured by more intense snow and snow, but Chang Sun Qianxue's pace was slower.

The power released by these practitioners formed a blue column of wind, the tops of these columns extended to the sky, and they were strangely connected together.

Instead of using the chopping method she used to be casual, Changsun Qianxue perceives the movements of these more than ten practitioners, and pricks at the practitioner with the weakest Qi.

The cold suddenly disappeared, and all the air between the world seemed to suddenly warm up.

However, all the chills were gathered in her sword, and they stabbed straight at the practitioner.

More than ten practitioners screamed at the same time, and a blue line of fire suddenly emerged from the cyan wind pillars connected like a long dragon.

Pieces of crystal-clear boulders gathered sharply in the direction pointed by Changsun Qianxue's sword tip, forming a long icicle stabbing towards the practitioner, and in the dozens of blue wind columns, countless The blue flying fire, like countless moths, fell towards this crystal icicle.

The cyan flying fire disappeared, and pieces of ice splashed on the surface of the ice thorn, gradually shrinking, and finally disappeared a few feet in front of the practitioner.

Chang Sun Qianxue's eyes seemed to have crimson flames burning, but her face did not change at all, and she went further.

More than ten practitioners who formed a position among the storms shook their bodies, and at the same time, they stepped back more than ten steps. There were several red lines and more wounds on the practitioner who was pointed at by the tip of her sword.

Mo Ying naturally understood the power of the formation formed by the dozen or so practitioners. In fact, these dozen or so practitioners from different sects have been following him. This large formation has evolved for more than ten years, the reason is to prevent the Bashan sword The assassination of the strong in the field.

Therefore, he naturally understood the realm represented by Changsun Qianxue's sword. After many years of dormancy, the young lady of the Gongsun family dared to repair this fierce sword that no one in the world dared to repair. Swallowed, but successfully stood in the ranks of the strongest number of people in the world.

However, his eyes quickly left Chang Sun Qianxue again, but looked at the young practitioner who was wearing a black shirt and said, "I know you don't want to kill more people."

His sentence was not a military order, but it was the first time that Chang Sun Qianxue and Ding Ning entered the barracks as the coach, so the whole barracks was silent.

"Since you don't want to kill more people, you can always talk."

His eyes passed through the countless debris and debris that were rolled up by the wind, and calmly fell on Ding Ning. Then he said: "If I am not wrong, you should be the heir of the nine dead silkworms. The old account of Bashan Jianchang."

The entire barracks stopped.

All the sergeants, including the more than ten practitioners who could be killed by Chang Sun Qingxue at any time, stopped all at this moment.

The time flowing in this barracks at this moment seems to be completely frozen, all because of the three characters "nine dead silkworms".

In Changling, and even the entire Great Qin Dynasty, there is nothing more magical and moving than these three words.

"it is good."

Ding Ning said a word very simply.

Long Sun Qianxue stopped moving forward, and everyone in the barracks stopped.

Everyone's eyes focused on Ding Ning. Many people's bodies could not help but shudder, including the more than ten practitioners who formed the formation.

"Who moves, who dies."

Mo Ying glanced at it and stopped, but still holding the elder Sun Qianxue of the Nine Nether Hades Sword, said.

All his ministers will understand what he said.

This is not just a command, it is also a reminder that no one in the entire barracks, except for him and the practitioners who formed the formation, can resist the sword of Chang Sun Qianxue.

"I owe it to Bashan Jianchang."

Mo Ying looked at the only moving man in the barracks and walked to Ding Ning directly in front of him. He said this directly, and then his face gradually became indifferent. Then he said: "I was originally a pharmacist in the army. The learner had more contact and learned some methods of spiritual practice. Later, she accidentally encountered Master Yan on the way of escorting drugs. She felt that my talent was good and passed on my swordsmanship. I naturally owe her and owe Bashan to this kind of reconstruction. Jianchang's."

Speaking of this, he looked up at Ding Ning's eyes, confirmed that Ding Ning was listening carefully to each of his words, and then continued: "It's just that the apprentice doesn't have to make the same choice as Master. Even if I return to Ba Shanjian in the past The battlefield will not help, Master Yan will still die, and Bashan Sword Field will still be destroyed. Moreover, I don’t think Master Yan is doing that right."

"I am a practitioner, I got the skills from the Bashan Sword Field, but first of all I am a soldier. In my opinion, the former ascension to the throne has become a foregone conclusion. The change of the Bashan Sword Field has not benefited the Great Qin Dynasty."

Mo Ying looked at Ding Ning who listened carefully but did not respond. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky in front of him, saying: "What I did is the same as what was done in the former Bashan Jianchang. I don't want to die plainly. , I want to see the Great Qin Dynasty continue to move towards a stronger place, so I have not returned to Changling for power over the years, only the border troops are the generals."

"Are Bashan Sword Field and your master everything absolutely correct?"

Mo Ying finally said heavily: "Do Bashan descendants who do not follow your Bashan Jianchang's ideas, must die?"

His words are very powerful.

In fact, many Changling tombs, including some generals in the army, still sympathize with the Bashan Sword Field of the year, respect the king's dreams, and especially think that the change of Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu was a shameful betrayal.

But these feelings are based on reason and righteousness.

The revenge of Bashan Jianchang is naturally based on reason and righteousness.

No one can be powerful enough to kill everyone in the world, can not be recognized by the people of the world, no revenge can succeed.

Mo Ying's words are actually more powerful than those formed by more than ten practitioners.

"What you said makes sense. Bashan descendants who do not follow Bashan Jianchang's ideas do not have to die."

However, to everyone including Mo Ying, Ding Ning nodded and said this sentence.

Even Chang Sunxue, who was very surprised, couldn't help but startled.

"But Bashan Jianchang must take it back." Ding Ning looked at Mo Ying, who was stunned calmly, but he continued. "It doesn't matter if you don't agree with Master, but you have her things. But revealing her things to the enemy is to betray the master, expel the master, take back the sword and sword scripture she passed on you, and abandon your cultivation practice. This is justified."

Ding Ning's voice slowly echoed in the dead military camp.

No one has any objections.

Even the dead most loyal to Mo Ying could not raise any objections.

The expulsion of the teacher and the abolition of cultivation practice are indeed the lightest punishment.

But for a powerful guru like Mo Ying, abolishing cultivation practice... what does it mean?

Mo Ying took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, looked at Changsun Qianxue, and said in a cold voice: "The eldest son of Gongsun's family is not one of the former Bashan Jianchang. Want to take things from Bashan Jianchang, It will be collected by the people of Bashan Jianchang."

Ding Ning smiled faintly, "I was here to collect it."