The Sword Dynasty

Meng Fangying is unimaginable.

He waved his sword again.

The natal sword in his hands was first bathed in a light cyan brilliance, then the blade of the natal sword disappeared in a bright and hot halo, but the sword was spilled in the space.

This sword is called "Spring and Summer", and it is also one of the seven unique swords of the Meng family. It means the mysterious and elusive change during the handover of Spring and Summer. The sword road is even more mysterious and difficult to find.

He can be sure that more than half of all the masters in Changling are absolutely unable to judge the true trend of this sword.

This sword seemed to be detached from his body, completely melted in the warm wind at the turn of spring and summer.

However, Li Daoji still remained unchanged.

The long sword in his left hand shook slightly, but the right sword was still horned by Aries, just like a white sheep on a mountain cliff.

Thousands of dust hills echoed again.

With Meng Fangying's uncontrollable horror, he shouted.

Xuan Miao's hard-to-find sword spirit overflowed and collapsed, and only the horn-like sword light stayed in the air.

His sword was still blocked by Li Daoji with the same sword.

It seems that Li Daoji can only have this sword.

But this sword seems to be able to cope with all his sword moves!

"This is actually the case."

Dantai Guanjian relaxed.

He knew where Li Daoji went after he left Changling.

No matter how strange and bizarre Jianguang is, the final destination is still the enemy's side, falling on the enemy's flesh and blood.

There is a master named Zhu Sanchi in the Daliang Mountain in the frontier of the Great Qin Dynasty. His self-proclaimed "Peeping True" sword intention can tell where the opponent's sword is.

It’s just that passive coping is always less flexible than himself. Although Dantai Guanjian knows that master, he never thought that the man’s “peeping out” sword intention cooperated with the white sheep’s angle of the Aries Cave. Defensive swordsmanship.

There was laughter in the dull air.

Ding Ning laughed.

"You should have heard that there was a sword master named Zhong Panshi in the Korean dynasty."

He smiled and looked at Meng Fangying, whose face was ugly, and said, "He was originally named Zhong Xiaolou, but at that time all swordsmen in the world liked to call him Zhong Panshi, because his sword guarding like a rock stood in the waves. move."

"His sword guarding can defend against the storm-like attacks of many famous sword masters without revealing flaws, but on the weak guarding of the single sword, the guarding intention should not be as good as that of my uncle. After all, Zhong Panshi was able to To defend the attack of many sword masters who have nearly equal practice, but absolutely cannot defend the attack of a sword master whose true power is far above him."

Ding Ning turned his head to look at Master Liehuo again, and then smiled a little more happily. "From this point, my uncle is now somewhat similar to Master Liehuo. If you want to kill me, I am afraid you have to kill you first. Zhenyuan and my uncle took a lot of it."

...

Ding Ning's laughter haunted everyone's ears.

No one doubted what he said.

Meng Fangying also knew that he was talking about facts. "Spring and Summer" is already the most mysterious sword trick among his seven swords of the Meng family. If it is impossible to break Li Daoji's sword guard, then he will use the seven swords. The rest of the swords are useless.

So he looked up.

His gaze passed through dust and hazy sky, falling towards the endless sky, and it seemed to be projected directly into the cold starry sky outside the sky.

At the same time, his body exudes a frank atmosphere of accepting some kind of external force.

Ding Ning is no stranger to this kind of breath.

Since Meng Fangying's power alone cannot defeat Li Daoji at this time, then he will rely on the power of the hostess in the Imperial City.

Chang Sun Qianxue looked at Meng Fangying's eyes instantly filled with contempt.

In her view, these practitioners who have a unique connection with Zheng Xiu are in fact no different from Zheng Xiu's puppets.

However, what surprised her and everyone present was a bit.

When the breath of Meng Fangying's body quickly erupted into the sky above, there was no such cold spark.

Meng Fangying's body was a bit stiff.

Ding Ning, everyone on this side, is full of emotion and surprise.

This means that Changling has changed a lot.

Zheng Xiu may have been killed by Baili Suxue, even if she didn't, she didn't call upon the power of Spark at this time.

What if she couldn't protect herself?

How do you manage yourself?

This is the question Meng Fangying is thinking about at this time.

He slowly bowed his head.

The silver-white natal sword, like flowing water, once again showed the sword body in his hands.

He made a decision in a breath.

If the hostess in the Imperial City is gone, there is Yuan Wu in this field, and the empire itself cannot be changed.

And he just wants to fight for this empire, the strength of this empire.

If there is only one way to run out of Li Daoji, then he has no choice.

His fingers clenched the hilt slightly, and the true element in his body would spray out again.

"Wait for me."

However, at this moment, an old and bitter voice sounded in his ears.

His eyebrows naturally fell, while the life sword suddenly disappeared from his hands, but the figure he was about to move forward was receding into the shadow of the dust mountain behind him, and he disappeared for a moment.

He heard the voice from the old monster in Jiaodong County who had been cut by Ding Ning.

The old monster was obviously mortal, but from the moment he heard the sound of his ear, he knew that the old monster was suppressing the injury, and he was ready to inspire the final power.

This time should not be too long.

...

A dusty practitioner walks in the mountains.

He is Su Xiu curtain.

When he issued the Jianguang of Fanghou Mansion, he saw a lot of Jianguang responding.

Some were warnings, some were threats, and some were directions for him.

He was in a hurry.

The true element and heaven and earth vitality in the body flowed out of his body like a river of no value at all, so that heaven and earth vitality could not be replenished at all, making his body seem to become empty and suck up the dust on the road.

He never sleeps, but his pupils are extremely bright, with a sharp luster, which is completely different from the practice in Changling Jingyuan.

In other words, he was completely different from the Su embroidery curtain at the time.

He could already vaguely see the silhouette of the thousands of dust mountains in the distance.

Just then, an army appeared in the wilderness in front of him.

Headed by a general wearing a bronze warframe.

Red Eagle, one of the three great masters under Meng Fang's Aquila.

"go with!"

It was only when the general appeared in perception, as if the distance of the space was instantly shortened, Su Xiu curtain freely snorted.

He adsorbed on his body, even into the fine dust in his body, forced out as much as possible.

A crackling noise.

A tens of feet of dust sword appeared in front of him, breaking out of the air.

"dead!"

When the second word exited, the dust sword had reached the front of Red Eagle.

A bloody startle lit up in front of Red Eagle.

At the same time, however, countless subtle sounds were heard on the red armor on his body.

There were countless blood-stained dust flying behind him.

His eyes widened to the limit, and then his pupils were filled with blood spilling from the tiny holes.

His consciousness disappeared instantly and died.