The Sword Dynasty

Meng Fangying couldn't be reconciled.

He insisted on standing up from the bottom of the pit, his body shaking involuntarily, like a toddler who had just been toddler.

He vomited blood and spit out the bitterness in his mouth. He walked towards the Fang Xiu curtain, and walked hundreds of feet to the pit where the Fang Xiu curtain was.

"Do you know how long it has been planned in order to arrange this killing game? How much did the entire Daqin dynasty pay for the nine dead silkworms to appear and be trapped here? How many lives would it have to pay for the Chu Chu alone?"

The blood in his body almost spit out, Meng Fangying's face was whiter than white paper, he understood that he had also reached the last time of his life, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated. This way ends, you said I can be reconciled?"

Fang Xiumu looked up at him without answering.

His breathing was difficult, and some back blood poured into his lungs, and such questions seemed unnecessary to answer.

"This is the way to win the game in the game."

Meng Fangying could no longer support him, his body fell like a mountain, and he fell to the edge of this pit, but his voice actually turned a little harder, "It's just that you just broke through the situation, and can easily enter this dust mountain method. In the battle, it shows that your seven realms are close to the eight realms. You must have defeated my three eagles. If you are here, you will naturally feel proud to a certain extent, but why did you just use such a means of exchange? "

"Shouldn't you try to beat us without putting yourself directly in desperation?"

"As soon as the fish breaks through the dragon, everything in the world is like ants, and your mind of losing the grandmaster here...it should feel easy to beat us."

"As long as you do this, in my plan, it should be me and Zheng An who consumed your strength, and you will eventually die and I will live."

"Why did you do this!"

...

In this increasingly loud voice, Fang Xiu curtain became more and more bored, but it inevitably has some sympathy for this great Qin prince.

He finally watched Meng Fangying say, "I haven't been able to kill the Nine Dead Silkworms by this time. When I entered here, I was assassinated by you. Even ancestors like Jiaodong County put their last power on After my body, in my opinion, this should be the final contest. Since as long as you can kill you, you can understand this kind of killing. Then why bother about the process."

"But what do you do!"

Meng Fangying screamed with his last effort, "If your meridians are broken, even if you are not like your brother Fang Shi, it will be a waste. I am afraid that it will only take decades of hard work, but it can only heal the wound, so why not enter the eight realms! "

Listening to such roars, the face of Fang Xiu became a little strange.

He closed his eyes slowly and said softly and seriously, "I'm afraid you didn't want to understand something from the beginning...I'm here because of my anger and vengeance. I'm here. My brother After fighting with my father for the Great Qin Dynasty for many years, the brothers in the seat did not know how much they died in the war, but in the end it was just a sacrifice to complete such a killing, just for the dominance of Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu?"

"As for revenge, as for things like entering the Eight Realms, someone in this circle is better than me."

Fang Xiumu still had her eyes closed, and she smiled bleakly. "As long as he enters the Eight Realms, Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu can't beat him. If such a match can decide the final victory, why? Don't do this?"

No one responded.

He heard the sound of Meng Fangying's body falling down.

Meng Fangying died and rolled to the bottom of the pit not far from him.

What appeared next to the auricle of the Fangxiu Curtain was some harsh fluttering sounds. He opened his eyes, and the uncertain light was still dazzling.

He first saw a very unique mixed golden silkworm, and then saw many people.

Among these people, he saw Ding Ning.

Looking at Ding Ning's calm gaze, he bowed his head as a salute and said deeply: "I have seen you in the Changling City before, and I thought you were a waste material that could not be practiced. However, looking at you today, I know it is you, but you... It's really different from before."

Ding Ning understood what he meant. He gave his first salute and whispered, "No one can live the same life as before."

In Qianzai Dust Mountain, all sounds gradually disappeared and became completely quiet.

The disturbed vitality also returned to calmness, forming the sword intention of Qianzai Dust Mountain, but because of the arrival of Fangxiu Curtain, the moment of extraction became a little loose and began to slowly resolve.

Each piece of dust turned into a wonderful stream of flames, flew upwards, and disappeared into the wind at high altitude.

They survived.

Just from Ding Ning's words, no one heard much excitement and joy, and some just could not express emotion and sentimentality.

...

Those who can and dare to enter these thousand dust mountains have already entered.

Those who have not entered by this time will find it difficult to find opportunities.

It's just that in this wilderness, there will always be people who are unwilling to give up, and still others are trying.

With a cold gusty wind, the lake in a small lake not far from the Thousand Dust Mountain Array was suddenly empty, and was rolled up by a white shadow.

It was a white python with a bizarre saddle on its back. The saddle was connected to a small hall. The saddle and the hall were two carriages in size, made of unique translucent white spar. Somehow, it turned out that the practitioners could survive underwater for a long time.

The crystal palace is a Taoist with empty sleeves and hands cut off. However, the breath of this white python is comparable to that of a seven-level master. This Taoist is also a rare strongman.

Some practitioners from this small lake saw such a scene, but were not too shocked.

When it is determined that the practitioners trapped in the dust mountain formation are the descendants of the nine-dead silkworm, or the rebirth of the nine-dead silkworm as Yuanwu said, it is not unusual for the guru to appear in this wasteland.

In these more than ten days, I don't know how many Seven Realm Masters died in this wasteland. It even makes people numb, and even makes people wonder how there can be so many Seven Realms in this world.

Like the Changling Mausoleum of that year, the bodies of the guru swarming from all directions piled up into hills.

The guru's age is not old, but there is a vicissitudes of life. He hides in this lake for a long time but does not enter the battle. Obviously, he is not trying to save the nine dead silkworms inside.

At this time he was determined to take a look at the battle, but he did not expect that there was someone who had been keeping him for a long time.

A murderous intent without any emotion appeared suddenly behind him, even when he was near his crystal palace, he didn't feel it at all.

When this killing intention pierced his crystal palace, he felt it, and through this killing intention he knew who had shot.

"Bai Qi?"

When the murderous intention penetrated his body, he screamed in horror and disbelief.

He did not expect such a person to guard himself quietly for many days, nor did he even think that this person did not stand on Zheng Xiu and himself.