The Sword Dynasty

"Does he like forgiveness so much?"

There is a lotus pond deep in Xia's courtyard.In front of the lotus pond, a man in a blue shirt stood.

This Qingshan man has obviously lived in Nanquan towns for a long time, and even spoke with some accents from Nanquan towns, but his clothes are no different from those of Changling people.

To be precise, the clothes and accessories he wore, including the hair bands, were all styles of Changling more than ten years ago.

His face also has the distinctive characteristics of Changling people. His face is somewhat square, his posture is straight like a sword, his shoulders are wide, his skin is also somewhat yellowish, unlike the handsome and exquisite people in central Chu.

However, his breath was very different from that of ordinary Changling practitioners.

When he spoke slightly coldly, the vibrant lotus plants in front of him quietly withered, and some fresh breath turned into a light blue airflow, and finally turned into a dark black cold energy, and merged into his palm.

Even in the Daqi dynasty, this kind of practice that quietly devoured the vitality of spirits was considered by many practitioners as an evil method.

Shou Yuan is the most influential person in practicing such exercises.

In other words, in the simplest terms, forcibly plundering too much confusing vitality into the body, it is easy to die earlier than others.

"Since he returned to the world with the Bashan Sword Field in this way, since he likes to be so public, then I will see him publicly."

The man in the blue shirt who seemed to have locked himself in the time of more than a decade ago slowly turned around, looking at several Xia family gatekeepers who could not bear the pressure, said lightly: "Send me meet him."

This sentence is a relief for the Xia family.

A carriage quickly reached the man in front of the shirt.

The inside of the carriage is exquisite and gorgeous, but the appearance is very shabby.

The T-shirt man knows why the Xia family should do this.

Because Ding Ning arrived in the Nanquan towns in a very ordinary carriage, and now when his identity is no longer in question, then since he met with him, the Xia family did not dare even look like the carriage of Ding Ning.

In fact, the Xia family had already succumbed and could not bear the pressure.

The T-shirt man didn't care, but when the eyes were slightly closed in the carriage, there was a slight irony in the corner of his mouth.

It seems that it was the same group of people who was entangled in circles.

In the final analysis, the fighting of those people continued.

The next moment, a trace of grief and anger appeared on his face, but then quickly disappeared and became indifferent.

On the road where the wagon wheels rolled, the cyan grass quickly withered, and those energies that first turned blue and then black became wrapped around the wagon wheels.

The blackness on the wheels of the carriage was initially inconspicuous, and slowly became as if there were countless black vines growing.

In the gullies on both sides of the road, bubbles continued to emerge.

No matter how indifferent and calm the man's face in the carriage was, the natural reaction of these vitality was unable to conceal the extremely chaotic emotions in his heart.

Looking at these amazing appearances, all the practitioners gathered in the Nanquan towns are enough to determine the strength of the practitioners in the carriage, but they cannot guess the identity of this person at all.

Is this a practitioner of the Daqi Dynasty?

How can such practitioners hide in the Xia family, and why should they stand firmly opposite the Bashan sword field?

The most important thing is that the breath he exudes does not seem to yield to Ding Ning at all.

"The grievances are solid. It's harder than I thought, because I owe him. You don't have to come out."

When looking clearly at the carriage from the Xia family, Ding Ning's face became very heavy. He went out of the village and walked to the outermost bridge to meet the carriage.

When the Xia family's practitioners saw Ding Ning's figure appearing on the bridge, they naturally strangled the horse and wanted to stop the carriage far.

However, at the moment when his hands were hard, he was irresistibly flicked out of the carriage by a cold force, and fell behind the carriage.

A rapid breath sounded.

The carriage didn't slow down, and it rushed down to the bridge. Even when many people thought that the carriage was about to hit Ding Ning on the bridge, the carriage stopped.

Ding Ning's face didn't change. He bowed solemnly and gave a salute to the man in the carriage that hadn't shown up yet.

People who saw such pictures all around were shocked silently.

What kind of character should he afford to salute first?

"It seems you have guessed who I am."

The voice of the T-shirt man sounded, and he appeared in the front of the car, but he did not get off. Just like Ding Ning looked at Li Jiaoyue, he looked down at Ding Ning.

His voice was very peaceful, but when it sounded, the black gas wrapped around the wagon wheels, like countless frightened bats, flew towards the surrounding sky.

"You should be the big disciple of Shangda, Wenguanyue." Ding Ning took a deep breath and answered.

The T-shirt man did not deny it. He looked at Ding Ning and said, "You can forgive others, but who will forgive you? You are still alive, but my teacher is dead. He has no way to forgive you."

After he paused, he went on word by word: "I will not forgive you. Even if you killed me today, but there is a reason for killing, if you think there is a reason, you will kill me."

The man's voice was like thunder blasting constantly in the minds of everyone around him.

In the old days when Bashan Jianchang promoted the reform, it was the merchants who first relied on it.

However, in order to weigh, the merchant has become a victim. For the practitioners in Changling, they may also know that the merchant has also kept an orphan. For the outside practitioners, the merchant is destroyed, and there is no one. Stay.

"You can live, good."

Ding Ning looked at Wen Guanyue's eyes and said quietly: "I thought you were dead, I didn't expect you to escape. I learned that the news was too late. When I hurried back, I could only rescue her."

"Even if she is the only one left, you still keep one person, but do you think it's all your credit? If it wasn't for my sister and sister pretending to be her, she would lead many practitioners who chase them down, if not for me so much. Your friend lives and dies, can you have the time and opportunity to keep her?"

Wen Guanyue laughed loudly, "Don't forget, you asked my teacher to help you personally, but did you fulfill your promise to my teacher? I don't owe you and you Bashan Jianchang, only you and Bashan Jian The market owes our business. So I will not forgive you."

"Don't tell me that you have tried your best, and now the end result is that my teacher and my friends died because of you, but you are still alive."

"Don't tell me that the enemy is Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu. If you weren't...Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu couldn't have been in that position."