The Sword Dynasty

For the soldiers of Daqin, bravery is the nature of their bone marrow, and obedience to military orders is an instinct formed after countless trainings. For ordinary sergeants and practitioners in the army, they rarely think about peaking Is the right or wrong opportunity.

For some generals who can decide the movement of the entire army, they consider more of a trade-off.

This trade-off comes from the interests of the entire dynasty and the future, the life and death of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of his subordinates, and even the life and death of their families.

So when something important to the entire dynasty happened, most of them did not have enough right to know.

Even in the old Changling, when some troops received the Holy Intent and received the orders of their head superiors, they gave up their lives and filled up with their own lives. When they finally saw the enemies they faced, They can only see in disbelief that the enemy they are facing is actually someone they adore and love.

For the sergeants and practitioners of the entire Great Qin Dynasty, they did not even have the opportunity to choose.

They are not in Changling, they just heard the result of the story.

They are still fighting in peace, they want to chase the footsteps of a hero in their hearts, but just overnight, everything has changed.

Bashan Jianchang no longer exists.

The heroes and gods of war in their minds all became rebels, and quickly dissipated in the history of this dynasty. Even in the next few years, even the history books about these people were burned, it seems that it was just a dream bubble There was no trace of the wind blowing last night, and nothing was left.

They have no right to change anything.

All they can do is to continue to hold on to the weapons in their hands to fight, for their loved ones and loved ones, for the better future of this dynasty.

However, with the passage of time, some things have been completely forgotten, will there be no impact on them?

At least not everyone is.

At least some people's inner passions broke out at this moment.

At least many people have followed their most sincere feelings at this time.

After the sound of a lot of metal falling to the ground, the whole world was quiet except for the sharp sounds of breaking the sky and the sound of footsteps in the distance.

In this section of the city wall, only the sounds of heartbeat and breathing are quiet.

Looking up at the two people standing opposite each other in the light of the day, some suddenly burst into tears.

That is not because of sorrow, but because of extremely intense and complex emotions.

In the next breath or two, many sergeants and practitioners took half a step back.

They raised the ordinary Bailian black iron sword in their hands, or various famous swords from various practice areas, and then the sword was bowed slightly in front of their chests.

This is not an invitation to battle, but a tribute, representing what choices they would make if they were in Changling.

In Changling of that year, such a choice meant that it would be killed, and in Chudu now, such a move might also bring death.

To die for Jun, this represents the highest respect.

Zhao Miao looked at this picture quietly and said to Ding Ning: "My Master told me that being a man can make many people remember you, it is not easy. Being a man can make many people say you Well, this life is enough. Being a man can make countless people give their lives to you, even he can’t do it, because he won’t pay so much. He just asks for comfort, and has a quiet place to live. "

"Different ages and different life experiences will create different ideas." Ding Ning did not have any proud look and calmly responded: "But I am very pleased."

"Because justice is at home." After saying that to Zhao Miao, he added it softly.

Zhao Miao said nothing more.

She slowly raised her head.

The sky suddenly gloomy.

A light rain came suddenly.

The charms of the charm and the real fire on her body just evaporated the water in this moat to a high altitude. At this time, these raindrops are all condensed by water vapor, and each drop is abnormally crystallized, as if crystallized on the grass blades in the morning. dew.

Just as she looked up, a rainbow appeared in the sky.

The rainbow reflected in the depths of her eyes, reflecting the countless hottest emotions.

Her body burned.

Fair and comfortable.

Even if her master was accused of treason and died in the conspiracy of the faint monarch, afterwards there was public opinion, and all the practitioners in the world mentioned her master and would be respectful.

She was very at ease.

She has been ordered by the teacher to travel abroad for many years, but her heart finally has a home. At this time, she feels at ease and the trace of anger that has always been entangled in her heart has disappeared, and her mood is more empty and higher.

At this time she seemed to be standing where Zhao Jianlu was.

Any trace of real fire from her was shocking with a holy light.

A loud noise.

She shook her right hand without a sword in her hand, but between heaven and earth, it was extremely real that the light and shadow of a sword furnace appeared and fell towards Ding Ning.

An extremely simple and violent sword.

Take Zhao Jianlu, the immortal in her heart, as the sword.

Eternity is actually a very illusory thing, because no one has ever seen real eternity, but if a thing gives people a feeling of eternity, it often means powerful and beyond the power of the world.

All the seven realm practitioners who witnessed this sword in Chudu were all disappointed.

All these masters have a small sense of self-sufficiency.

They simply could not imagine that Mr. Zhao Si would make such a sword, nor could they imagine how to break such a sword.

Ding Ning's eyes were full of joy and admiration.

He also waited a long time for this battle, and even thought it would be impossible.

But this battle finally came back, and the sword, as he imagined, was amazing enough to make the world and the world ashamed.

His body looked hazy in the twisted air on the top of this gate, and the whole body felt a sense of evaporation, but he couldn't help smiling.

He used a sword he had thought of many years ago.

Snorted.

He also refers to it as a sword, and there is no particularly magnificent true element rushing out of his fingers, but the heaven and earth vitality summoned from it is burning in front of his fingertips at an alarming speed.

A fire sword fired at the sword furnace in front.

He added another fire to Zhao Jianlu.

This flame has five colors. It is different from the real fire and different from the star fire outside the sky, but just like the legendary five-flavor fire, it instantly made all the practitioners present feel his truest emotions.

Everyone seems to have experienced his sweet and bitter years.

The meaning of sword is in this meaning, and the truest human meaning is broken with human meaning.

The fire has reached its extreme.

Add another real fire in this world, and there is no container to take.

The sword furnace light that fell towards Ding Ning clicked, making a very real crackle, and the fire was overflowing everywhere.

The remaining sword at the end of his left hand flying on the left hand flew up, and the thin white flowers scattered, not as beautiful as the world.

The countless crystal drops of water falling into the sky became countless streams of water, tenderly hugged to the scattered fire lines, and guided these fire lines to the river behind.

Ye Celen's swordsmanship was originally taught by him.

Guided by water, no one in the world can do better than him.

Tolerate, not necessarily destroy each other.