The Sword Dynasty

Looking at the silence, just close to his own side to help his umbrella to cover the snow, Ding Ning, Xue forgot to smile and smile.

Then he coughed softly, watching the blood under his feet, the blood on his hands, and the beam of blood on his chest. Some proudly said softly: "On young, on strength, I am not as good as you, but on the sword. After comprehending, I am still stronger than you, so I finally won."

Lianglian is silent.

For him, the outcome of the game is not as important as the injury between the chest and abdomen.

He felt that the sword of Xue Forgetting was still killing in his body. It is certain that such injuries will have a great impact on him in the next few years.

There was a sudden unsatisfactory intention in his heart.

Although knowing that the other party has paid a heavy price, it is impossible to live for a long time. However, this kind of dryness that is difficult to describe by words is to let him want to forget Xue.

So he silently extended his right hand.

However, at this time, all the people in front of the camp suddenly felt something, looked up and looked up at the sky above.

The snow-covered sky is separated by two halves, with an absolutely vacuum channel in the middle.

A terrible force, just like this, is like an insurmountable wall, blocking between Liang Lian and Xue Forgetting and Ding Ning.

The hard and icy stone suddenly collapsed, and a cracking sound shook.

This dozens of cracks are absolutely straight, and the width from the beginning to the end is one finger, without any deviation.

This is a sword mark.

Many practitioners in the camp gate watched the sword scars speechless, and their eyes fell on the turret in the distance through the passage that opened the sky.

They were very shocked to think about who the horns were, and they were able to cast such a sword across such a long distance.

Liang Lian’s face was slightly stiff. He looked at the sword mark in front of him silently, slowly retracted his right hand, and then turned around in slow motion, heading towards the camp gate behind him.

Xue Xuexiu under the umbrella laughed.

"ended."

He whispered to Ding Ning next to him and said, then turned and walked back.

Ding Ning still has no words, just holding the umbrella hard, blocking the snow as much as possible.

Xue forgot to take a few steps, the radiance on his face dissipated, and it seemed to get tired quickly.

"It still doesn't work."

He shook his head and sighed, extending his arm and resting on Ding Ning's shoulder.

Ding Ning still did not speak, just let his body closer to Xue forget, with the thin shoulders to bear most of the weight of Xue forget.

"It's so good!"

Xue forgets to look at the snow around him, feels the cold and weakness of the bones that he has not experienced for a long time as a practitioner, but he laughs again. "When the camp defeated the general of the Tiger Wolf North Army, let the sire and The teachers of the patriarchal division have given me a sword, and today I can be a real sight."

Ding Ning looked at him, his voice trembled, but he couldn’t say the firmness: "Happy is good."

The snow is more concentrated.

Looking at the figure of the big one under the umbrella, the old man in the corner of the building also had complex emotions.

"The performance of Xue Forgetting today is enough to make people feel amazing."

He whispered softly: "The student who followed him is really good."

Huang Zhenwei couldn’t help but sincerely admire: "It is indeed good."

In the snow, at the top of a pavilion closer to the military camp, a woman in a white dress is also looking at Xue Xuexu and Ding Ning who left.

She is cold at night.

Although her realm is higher than Liang Liang and Xue Forget, and it is only at the last moment of the two battles, Liang Liang is already a practitioner above the seven realms, and finally Xue forgets. That sword still made her feel a strong shock.

She looked at the big umbrella that disappeared into the snow, didn't leave immediately, but thought silently. It seems that this battle also reminded her of many things and made her understand something.

......

Xue Forgets and Liang Lianru like to move the mountains to draw a lot of talents. I don’t know how many practitioners of Changling have attracted the attention of most practitioners. Most people want to see the confrontation of the practitioners on the seven borders, but those who don’t know beforehand. However, few of the practitioners of love can keep up as fast as the night.

Many people have only just determined the general position of the battlefield battle, and this battle has ended.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe is marching along the riverside winter forest toward the Tiger Wolf North Army Camp. At this time, he can no longer feel the violent fluctuations of the heavens and the earth. He feels that the whistling sound of the blizzard is calm. Down, the middle-aged scribe stopped and couldn't help but sigh.

Five years ago, he was already a practitioner of the Six Horizons. However, after five years of time, he was still in the same place, and he could not feel the mystery of moving the mountain.

Today, I feel that the heavens and the earth in the sky are like a giant mountain. He feels in his heart and thinks that if he can feel close to the full-scale fight between the seven practitioners, he may be able to get a chance to break through.

However, this opportunity has passed away.

Even though the most straight route has been chosen, there is still a long way to go from the barracks, and the battle there is over.

In Changling, perhaps the simple discussion of the practitioners above the seven realms or the sword can still be seen, but how many years can this true fight be seen?

"Are you sorry? It's a pity that this is life. Even if there is such a battle, you are not there, and you have to lose your life."

At this time, a cold voice rang from the winter forest on his side.

Listening to such a voice, this middle-aged scribe has suddenly felt a great sense of vigilance and ominousness.

He intuitively felt that this vocal practitioner had long stayed in this winter forest, but he had never felt the existence of this person before.

A woman slowly appeared in his sight.

Her figure was lingering in the snow, and what made him even more upset was that the scenery that was also caught in the snow was barely visible, but everything she had around her could not be seen at all.

"who are you?"

I thought that I couldn't have such an enemy at all, especially when I was such a woman who was obviously above myself. This white-faced middle-aged scribe added amazement. "Are you confessing? people?"

"Are you not a Nangong injury? One of the disciples of the Bashan sword field sword library?" The woman's cold voice rang again.

The middle-aged scribe was like a snake bite suddenly, his face became extremely white, and the whole body unconsciously shrank backwards. His throat was like being pinched, and he made an incredible voice. "You Is the embers of the Bashan sword field?"

The woman who was lingering in the snow and snow determined his identity. She did not seem to want to talk nonsense with him. It was just cold and simple and said five words: "No, Wuyang Dan."

"No?"

Nangong was injured, he could not understand the figure of the woman, repeated: "Five sheep?"

The woman is unhappy and cold: "I want Wuyang Dandan."

“Wu Yang Dan Dan Fang?” Nangong injury is becoming more and more incomprehensible. “Just like this Dan Fang?”

The woman said: "You don't know?"

Nan Gong injury suddenly felt the horrible killing, his body was stiff, cold channel: "I have such a Danfang in the Nangong family, but not in me, and this Danfang is one of the many Danfangs in my Nangong family. Kind, I can't use it on weekdays, how can I remember it clearly?"

The woman seems to know that he will answer this way. Like an endorsement, the speed of speech quickly said: "You tell me where Dan is in your home. If you say a lie, I will kill everyone in your family. I know you. It is a dutiful son who cares for the mother in the family. I don't think you want to see her body separated."

The Nangong injury suddenly became angry and screamed: "Who are you in the end! Even if you are the first-class people, but here is the Changling. Today, the distance from the Tiger and the Wolf North Army camp, I don’t know how many practitioners. My eyes are on, I don’t know how many big people there are. Even if you can kill me, I don’t believe that after I have fought with you, you can escape.”

The woman who haunts the wind and snow seems to know that he said these things early, so she did not pause for a while, and said coldly: "Killing you here does not need to attract their attention."

As the sound of her words sounded, the snow in the winter forest suddenly filled with a strange cold.

Nangong injured suddenly looked up.

He saw that the snow outside was still slowly falling, and there was no change at all.

However, all the falling snow, when he was a few feet away from him and the woman's head, seemed to fall on the ground as it fell on the ground, forming a snow curtain.

The whole winter forest is covered by this strange snow curtain, like a unique world.

Not only did the outside wind and snow not penetrate in, but even the heavens and the earth could not enter and exit.

This is a unique array of law, a waiting for the rabbit, waiting for him to enter the array.

Nan Gong’s forehead was full of cold sweat, but he still had last hope.

He laughed out loudly: "There is a strong squad... but the strength of heaven and earth can't be entered. Even if you are a practitioner who moves to the mountains, I have already gone to the top of the world. How can you beat me quickly?"

The snow outside the woman suddenly disappeared.

The laughter of Nangong’s injury suddenly stopped. He felt that the space in front of him seemed to be lit up. What appeared in his sight was a beautiful and extremely beautiful face.

However, at this time, this woman who was too beautiful, there was a deep blue flame in her hand.

His breathing suddenly stopped.

Just a little breath, he felt that the blood of the whole body seemed to be frozen, and he felt that he could not match it.

The faint blue flame is getting thicker and thicker, eventually turning into a blue-black color.

"Nine Nether King Sword!"

Seeing the final color of the other side's sword, and seeing the numerous blue ice sands that suddenly floated in the air, Nangong was completely lost and screamed like a ghost.