The Sword Dynasty

The water wrapped around the line of fire and fell into the river.

There was almost no sound, only white smoke rose.

The big river dried up for a while, and the bare river bed was like cracks in a piece of land that had been lacking water for a long time.

The next moment, the water in the moat poured back more violently and collided with the water flowing elsewhere in the big river, stirring a clear white wave.

The water vapor floated to high altitude and was cooled, and more raindrops fell.

The world in which the heaven and the earth are held, the fires that gather all kinds of human beings, and the oven that can burn all things, are broken like this.

Everyone inside and outside the city wall was shocked when looking at the city gate tower that didn't even burn the eaves, or the two people who were still quietly opposite.

"So you can really break such a sword."

Raindrops fell on Zhao Miao's face, and crystals rolled down like teardrops. She looked at Ding Ning and said.

"There is no unbreakable sword in the world."

Ding Ning looked at her and said calmly: "If there is a life-and-death fight, then there must be a future."

"My Master only came up with such a sword for you. It seems that I still don't understand my Master." Zhao Miao slowly closed her eyes and her eyelashes continued to beat. She said softly, "He doesn't want to kill You just want to see if you can handle this sword."

Ding Ning's eyes were slightly sentimental, saying: "Killing itself is not the best way. If a sword can understand each other's intentions, there are many things that do not have to be solved by fighting with the army."

Zhao Miao took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at Ding Ning, saying, "Thank you."

There are many things in her thank you.

Ding Ning's response to this sword gave her more comprehension in kendo, but more importantly, she seemed to see the heart of her master.

Ding Ning bowed back slightly.

Zhao Miao stopped staying and drifted towards the water behind her.

The water flowing in the moat was surging and surging. Only the boat where Chang Sun Qianxue was located was like a rock in the river, standing still.

Zhao Miao skimmed the boat, but took a pot of wine thrown by Chang Sun Qingxue.

She smiled at Sun Qianxue, and thanked Shi Li. Until then, she had some daughter gestures.

In the following moment, she was walking on the waves, walking with the water to the big river, and in an instant, everyone on the city wall saw only a petite back.

Ding Ning looked at her back with emotion in her eyes.

He could see Zhao Miao's departure, and there was a kind of intention to pass away. If there were no accidents, perhaps Mr. Zhao Si and those who practiced Zhao Jianlu might not go back into the disputes of the world.

What made him gratified and admired is that she should have great achievements on the way of spiritual practice in the future, and it should only be a matter of time to exceed her respect.

He was the only one upstairs in the city gate.

But more people noticed the small boat that stayed still.

Many people began to determine the identity of the ship's captain Sun Qianxue.

This evokes more memories.

However, the things in memory are clearly in front of us, but this can also bring more fear to many people.

In a crowd somewhere on the wall, a practitioner's face was pale.

From the appearance, he is at most forty years old, but from a unique taste on his body, he is far more than this age.

He flinched and bowed his head, as if to make himself unnoticed.

However, the official robes of Zheng Wusi were dazzling.

Throughout Changling, Zhengwu Division also had few official titles above him.

Just when he was full of impulse to escape, Ding Ning's eyes had fallen on him.

"An Takyun, do you have anything to tell me?"

There was a heavy crowd between Ding Ning and the senior official of the Zhengwu Division, but Ding Ning asked him first.

Many people present were not surprised.

In the change of the Changling Mausoleum that year, including the encirclement and suppression of Bashan Sword Field, many of the troops originally under the jurisdiction of Bashan Sword Field had rebelled. Die.

One person, one command, pits the entire army under his command.

Just because that army is the army of Bashan Sword Field.

An Takyun is one of those generals.

It's just that An Tungyun didn't expect to face Bashan Jianchang again, or when he would face that person again.

Without any hesitation, when Ding Ning's eyes fell on him, An Tungyun had already started to escape.

His body turned into a violent wind and swept deep into Chudu.

He knew that he could not be Ding Ning's opponent, but he was also a practitioner of the Seven Realms. There was no rivalry between the Seven Realms, and if he tried his best to escape, he would have a great chance to escape.The most important thing is that he was a court official of the Great Qin Dynasty. Although some troops and practitioners were swayed in the face of this former military god, as long as Ding Ning did not kill the city, these troops and their practitioners would not even Shot, but Ding Ning's attitude will be different if they enter the city with nothing.

But just in a breath, he felt a strange breath.

It is not that the threat of death is imminent, but that the whole world is too quiet.

He glanced back, and what made him inexplicably stiff was that he saw Ding Ning did not chase him, and still just stood quietly on the top of the city gate.

"I'm the leader of Bashan Jianchang, although he also uses a plan, but if he is in a battle of death, he is the first to take the lead and never shrinks."

"Now my Daqin practitioners have really become so unbearable? If so, even if he won the world, he would lose face."

"If you want to fight, then fight, don't drive deployment, let others fill their lives."

"If you don't dare to fight, you will leave this city, but you must know shame."

Ding Ning's voice rang, although not high-pitched, but it was very clearly passed into the ears of everyone who could see him.

When saying these words, the final sword of Suhua was suspended on Ding Ning's side, reminding everyone of the original owner's life.

Countless people shivered.

Many years ago, the Great Qin Dynasty was not prosperous relative to the dynasties. However, Bashan Jianchang dominated the reform. Wang Jingmeng and many sword masters of Bashan Jianchang first taught the Qin people bravery, and then taught fairness and shame.

Was it just fair to Bashan Sword Field?

When it is, everyone is proud of being a Qin person, not just because the Great Qin is the most powerful.

Is Changling now, Daqin still the same as before?

"Jingyun Jianyuan Qiu Yinche, please!"

A loud voice rang out.

A man swept from the city wall, pressed a sword light, and fell towards Ding Ning.

Ding Ning nodded, holding the end of the sword festoon as a gift, and then waved the sword.

A crackling noise.

Mohua Jian easily tore the man's sword light, and patted him on the chest like waves, shooting the man out of the air and flying out.

"Qi Linjian Academy Qi Linjun, please."

Another sword light flew up and rushed to Ding Ning.

Ding Tranquilly stood still and returned the salute again with a sword.