The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 575
The violent and complicated vibration made this short sword exhale hundreds of sword colors with different colors, and flew upward to meet the mountain shadow that fell from the sky.
Swords of air rushed towards the huge shadows, and continued to bloom at the bottom of the mountain shadow like fireworks.
The dragon gun in Mo Ying's hand began to vibrate, and immediately his body also vibrated.
The depth of his utterly murderous eyes was instantly filled with a complex look that could not be described by words.
He instantly understood that the shock did not come from the collision of real power, not that the power of Ding Ning's sword was strong enough to resist his "Dragon Dragon Crow Mountain", but because it originated from the depth of his heart, his own emotional agitation .
The emotion brought by the other party's sword intention was perfectly transmitted to his perception and spiritual world, affecting his heart.
At this moment, he was taken off the track like a flying sword.
He was inevitably infected, and there were even many encounters in his mind. It seemed that this sword that had just left his hand had appeared in his eyes for many years, thus seduce him first. After encountering Yan Xinlan, I saw this picture of "warm spring" for the first time.
It was indeed a very warm spring.
In a certain battlefield in the south, countless golden yellow rape flowers bloom on the high and low hills.
He carried a bucket of blood-stained bandages and walked through the flower fields. Next to the clear streams that usually wash these cloths, a woman washes her face.
That is Yan Xinlan.
There are two swords on the left and right waists, one is the end flower and the other is the warm spring.
Yan Xinlan, like those sword masters at Bashan Sword Field, her breath is like a sword with a sharp edge, but her posture to wash her face is different from the ordinary woman, and she obviously perceives his arrival, but Still don't change the posture of washing your face, no matter how slow or slow.
Many years later, he knew that this was the heart, and she was also stubborn to not change for outsiders.
When he stayed there, Yan Xinlan just turned his head in disappointment: "Listening to your walking pace, breathing, and exerting force when lifting this wooden barrel, you should have built some Huang Chongjian Academy and Bailu Academy. The practice method, the miscellaneous learning, is not an heirloom, but being able to learn this is already a wizard."
He was stunned for a long time, not knowing his mood, but he finally said, "Can you teach me?"
She was undecided, and finally taught.
The golden colors in the sky and the scene of the meeting made him stunned, and he lost his mind for a moment, even trance.
This is enough for Ding Ning.
A sword shadow led Ding Ning out of the mountain shadow, the mountain shadow fell behind him, the ground burst silently, and the sound was too late to come out.
Ding Ning has broken the shot of Mo Ying.
An unstoppable exclamation sounded like a tide as more camps were lifted.
The practitioners in the barracks couldn't believe their eyes.
They couldn't believe that someone in the world could just break such a blow by ignoring the rules of power, just by using tricks.
"This is really a miracle."
Mo Ying took a deep breath.
The turbulent emotions in his eyes were gone.
The tip of the gun fell down, and the residual force on the tip of the gun easily broke through the shock from the ground, which naturally removed any adverse effects of the wave of vitality on his body and the true element in the body.
He did not immediately rush to shoot, but looked at Ding Ning and said blankly: "The former Wang Jingmeng fought through all the schools, knowing the tricks of each school, most of the tricks in the world, not only will use, but also It will break, so he has the ability to fight across the border. I can’t think of you as his successor.
Ding Ning raised his head slightly and watched his return to the indifferent and murderous double pupils, did not respond to these words, but just raised the sword, it seemed to make Mo Ying see more clearly, and asked softly, "You have thought about why Will she accept you as a disciple?"
"why?"
Ding Ning's question did not immediately cause ripples in Mo Ying's heart, because he had been preparing to shoot, and he was also preparing for Ding Ning to shoot.
At this moment, Ding Ning made a sword.
He let go of the sword handle, and the short sword snorted and flew out of his hand. The extremely fast speed instantly turned the sword into a very pale shadow. However, in the next moment, the trajectory and The blooming sword intention makes this short sword that has become a flying sword more light, as if it disappeared directly in the air, but with a certain infamous taste.
Just like in the early summer, a slight night, a person came under the willow tree of Fengqiao, but just met a woman whom she had seen before but had nowhere to go.
Ding Ning's sword brought this flavor to full play.
The name of this sword is "seeing fate".
Some things are called destiny, which is with a solemn and serious taste, and some things are called "fate", which often has a sweet and warm or slightly sad taste.
Mo Ying's gun made a grand sound like Long Yin. With the powerful power of his body, the gun spouted a red stream that was hotter than magma. This gun was the old powerful valve from the old practice. The secret trick "Dragon Dance" in the practice books.
Not only is the power of the legendary dragon breath blooming, the gun strength is unmatched, but the grand voice also carries the power to confuse the spirituality and perception of the practitioner.
However, at this moment, his first move, he failed to affect Ding Ning, but because of the words in front of Ding Ning, the spirit of Ding Ning's sword, the spirit was once again plunged into a violent shock.
In his subconscious mind, he had already thought about Ding Ning's question.
The answer is just like the pebbles sunk in the water, which was brought up by Ding Ning's sword intention and surfaced.
He is indeed a very talented practitioner, otherwise, even if he inherited the heritage of Bashan Jianchang, he would not be able to become powerful in a short time.
However, she knew Yan Xinlan and Mo Ying who knew her temperament very well, but she knew why Yan Xinlan would pass on his sword. First, because she rarely went out of Bashan Sword Field in that year, she rarely communicated with others, and she was very young .Because he was young enough, when he mentioned that she should teach him sword, she had not had the idea of accepting an apprentice before, so she had not yet accepted a highly talented practitioner as a disciple.
But the most important thing is that it is because she is young enough that she is very close to fate.
On a spring day with a good mood and blossoming everywhere, I saw a pleasant young man, and then the shy and a little dumb young man asked her for sword skills, so she taught.
This is fate.
Is there anything else?
If there is still, it was that he was still young enough at that time, so his eyes were clean, he had no desires and extravagance, just an ordinary pharmacist.
Mo Ying got the answer, his mood fluctuated more violently, and there was a trace of disorder in Mo Longyin's voice.
A delicate sword light passed through the scarlet gas inflammation and landed on his forehead.
Huo Ran was between awakening and stunned, a slight flash of light flashed naturally between his eyebrows, and his left hand was separated from the body of the gun. At the moment, it was urgent to hold Jian Guang with his fingers.
A loud sound.
The sword like a slippery loach forcibly separated from his finger.
His whole body slipped backwards, and the rapid friction between the sole and the ground also made the sound of flying sword and fingers rubbing exactly.
A sword mark appeared in his eyebrows, bones could be seen deeply, and blood ran down the tip of his nose.
(This chapter has written my feelings. I am extremely satisfied. I like it manually. It is even more embarrassing to say that when I went to Beijing to attend the conference, I was dissatisfied. The trains back to Wuxi all occupied a toilet of the high-speed rail, almost A web writer who hangs on the Internet has already done so twice, feeling hurt and weak.)