The Sword Dynasty

"Speaking of the truth of the sword, in the past two years, assisting the garrison in the border of the Yue State to kill the enemy, I understand a lot. ()"

Zhou wrote a condensed look at Ding Ning, holding another sword without a black iron sword, said: "Like the Changling, you have not come out, even the real battlefield of the wind and sand have not seen the city boy, How do you teach me?"

Ding Ning looked at the boy who was in the middle of the road with a sword in his hands, and began to exude a **** breath. He said seriously: "I only hope that after this war, you still have such a sharp spirit. You must understand that there is no defeat, why come? Victory."

Zhou’s brows were wrinkled, and his face flashed a layer of cold light.

"I want to use such words to chaos my mood, this is probably the method that will be used when the characters of the rivers and lakes fight."

He crossed the sword and put all the dryness in his body out, then said indifferently: "Get started."

As he crossed his chest, all the people watching the two sides of the strait immediately became absolutely concerned.

"Actually, this is not an absolutely fair showdown."

There was a voice that sounded on the river bank.

Out loud is a handsome boy wearing a luxurious fox fur coat.

"Even he is here!"

Many people have recognized that this handsome young man is ranked seventh in the talented book, and the genius of the heart is easy.

Then, many people think that the easy father is a high-ranking adult in the Hongsheng Academy.

It is only easy to be ranked seventh in the talent book, but everyone does not feel that there is a problem.

Because in a trial in the heart of the autumn of last year, Yi Xin has publicly exposed the strength of the fourth world. He is the fastest student in the heart, and the sword of the heart is extremely unique, even If you don't go to the fifth place, you can't make a flying sword, but the unique mind can still make the mind's practitioners suffocate or stab their opponents with their minds.

Such people speak out naturally and are naturally enough.

"You only pay attention to the rankings on the talented book, but you ignore that Ding Ning only started practicing last year. And although his ranking is in the front, he only remembers clearly in the book, he is only the repair of the three realities. Zhou’s freehand brushwork is already the cultivation of the three realms. No matter from the time of practice, from the perspective of cultivation, this battle itself is not as fair as you want.”

Feel the gaze of the people around, but I don’t care if I don’t care. “So even if I lose, I can’t explain anything.”

Many people can't help but frown and find that they really ignore such problems.

Zhang Yi was convinced and convinced, and said that he was a gentleman.

Xie Changsheng licked his mouth. Although he had blind faith in Ding Ning, he felt that it was easy to do more, but he also knew that Yi Xin was kind, so that even if Ding Ning lost, he would not be as shameful as Fan Wu.

"But will Ding Ning lose?" he snorted.

"We naturally don't think so." Nangong Cai whispered: "But most people here are probably the opposite of us."

Xie Changsheng was awkward and looked at the look of the people around him. He suddenly became angry and angry.

If there is time, he may have to do something.

It was only at this moment that Ding Ning did not give him enough time.

Because at this time, Ding Ning on the stone platform has also calmed the cross sword on the chest, said: "Please."

The cold voice cut through the air in front of him and was clearly introduced into the ears of everyone watching the battle.

In the next moment, it turned into a fierce sword.

Ding Ning's figure did not move, the long sword in his hand, but in the air in front has dragged out more than ten sword marks.

The white sword flowing out of the black sword criss-crossed, forming a white sword in front of him.

"White Sheep Swords!"

"So fast!"

All the murmurs disappeared instantly, and all turned into exclamation!

The indulgent breathing stopped directly, but the eyes were widened to the extreme.

He also recognizes that this is the sword of the Aries sword, but it is different from the sword that deals with him. It is not that the two sides of the mountain rise, but this sword is directly transformed into a big river.

"How could it be so fast..."

Zhang Yi’s face is also in vain.

Before the break, he was still deeply worried that Ding Ning would not have to get used to this kind of sword without a front, but now it seems that Ding Ning is more relaxed with a sword, but this sword is faster!

Zhou did not think that Ding Ning’s shot was so decisive, and he never thought that Ding Ning’s sword was so fierce.

Among his eyes, he couldn't see Ding Ning's figure, only saw a big river pouring down.

Ding Ning is really strong!

With such a sword, it is already worthwhile to rank in the talent book.

His heart was shocked, flashing such thoughts, but a sharp whistling sound was heard in his mouth.

His sword was originally on the chest. This was the number of rituals that he started when the Daqin Dynasty was duel. However, at this time, he directly pushed the sword forward.

His right arm trembled, followed by five fingers.

The majestic and pure real yuan poured into the sword of the black sword at an alarming rate, and then turned into a dazzling yellow light.

In front of him, it was like a yellow levee, which was hard to beat the river.

His real Yuan Xiu is itself two higher than Ding Ning, so he does not need any tricks at all, just need to use the most secure way to beat.

As soon as he saw that he had exhibited such a sword, he was not far from the side of Xie Changsheng and other people watching the battle.

In their view, the intention is right, this battle has already won more than half.

A loud bang.

The river collapsed, and the yellow levee remained untouched and continued to push forward.

It’s just this sword, and Zhou’s freehand brushwork has already shown that it’s definitely more than Ding’s power.

Although the stone platform is wide, but the power of Zhou’s freehand brushwork is almost half of the stone platform. It seems to be slow, like the strength of the mountain, but it has already been pressed to the front of Ding Ning.

Ding Ning still looks as usual.

The sword in his hand was handed forward, and there was a wildfire in front of him.

This wildfire seems to be thin, but it just offsets the balance of Zhou’s freehand brush.

A soft bang.

Zhou wrote a little glimpse.

Ding Ning's flat blunt tip of the sword penetrated into the overflowing spirit, just above the blade that he pushed forward.

Lightly and skillfully, with the help of this sword, Ding Ning's body fluttered backwards.

Zhou’s freehand eyes lifted slightly. He took a deep breath and his chest swelled. The real element in the body was pressed by this tone, and he would soon flow into the long sword in his hand, and he would immediately launch a counterattack. .

However, at this time, his breathing was slightly reduced.

Ding Ning flying in midair has already re-sworded.

His sword has an inexplicable beauty and rhythm, and a white sword symbol has actually formed at this time.

The white sword symbol disappeared and suddenly turned into countless burning rays.

It was clear in the morning, in the midair of his front, there was a sunset.

Smooth and extremely, almost subconscious, Zhou wrote a sword.

Rolling into the real element of his straight sword in his hand, he instantly turned into a yellow cloud that flew diagonally, and the sword was chic, if he wanted to fly to the horizon.

The bang banged.

The sunset that is meant to be unbearable cannot withstand the power of this sword, and it bursts completely in an instant.

The broken red flare and the yellow cloud are mixed together, forming a splendid glow of dozens of feet above the stone platform in an instant.

The splendid glow of light illuminates the faint ice on both sides and in the middle, sputtering more colors, which is the most beautiful scenery.

However, almost all of the practitioners' eyes did not stay on the ray of light, but fell in front of the week's freehand body.

There, Ding Ning has already fallen.

Ding Ning's body is only a few steps away from the edge of the rear stone platform, but his face is still extremely quiet, and at this time, he has already sent the sword forward.

At this time, Zhou’s freehand feelings are full of enthusiasm, and his sword is called “Huang Yunqi Chixia”. The sword charm of Ding Ning is like a piece of it, just like his sword.

In the past few years, he has not shown a sword that is so vivid, so comfortable and worthy of recollection.

But at this time, he suddenly felt wrong.

His sword has been exhausted and he is still rising high.

However, Ding Ning’s sword has already come out.

A simple sword symbol has been formed in front of Ding Ning.

His pupils contracted sharply and reacted. Only then did Ding Ning deliberately use such a sword to motivate him to display the sword of Huang Yunqi and Chixia!

A fierce and fierce sound screamed out of his mouth.

The long sword in his hand, killing at a speed that exceeds the usual limit!

"It's still slow."

Someone sighed on the bank of the river.

"At this time, the output is too strong, but not reached." Yi Xin also shook his head and looked at Ding Ning, and his eyes were full of praise.

"Teacher... Teacher... Teacher..." Zhang Yi was surprised to say a complete sentence.

In the carriage compartment, Gu Xichun’s face suddenly seemed difficult to look at.

Many people have not had the same emotions at the moment.

But in their eyes, the outcome has already been decided.

"Hey..."

Zhou’s freehand sword was on a head-on ice tree.

Countless pieces of ice are flying out of the sword.

He screamed in anger and was smashed in the chest by numerous pieces of broken ice. He couldn’t control his figure and he retired.

Until then, all the other people watching the battle also reacted, and Qi Qi exclaimed.

Ding Ning has already had another sword.

Another big river with a thousand miles of momentum, pouring down to the week.

"So fast!"

"How could it be so fast!"

Purely judged Shi Jian, Zhang Yi is able to complete the sound.

This is the fastest sword in the Aries swordsmanship. Ding Ning is chasing after the victory. Naturally, it is extremely appropriate, but this sword is one of the most complicated three-character swords in the Aries sword. At this moment, Ding Ning Shi Jian is so outside, but it makes Zhang Yi somewhat unbelievable.

Listening to Zhang Yi’s exclamation, Xue’s forgetting is a slight smile. He knocked on his head with the knuckles. “You’re crazy, it’s still fast, isn’t it faster to use a good sword?”

Just like the top of the pot, Zhang Yi is waking up.

The rune of the last flower remnant sword is incomplete, and the sword is more difficult to grasp, and this handleless sword is even strange to Ding Ning, at least it is perfect.

"Before using the remnant sword can be so fast, Ding Ning is really a genius in genius." At this point, he is caught in a more intense shock.

Unable to control the figure, the body suffered heavy blows, even if the sword was rushed out, the sword was naturally scattered.

Ding Ning's sword is purely pursuing speed. Even the land is full of blood, and it feels like Zhou’s freehand brushwork will be defeated.

"I will be defeated in your hands!"

However, at this time, Zhou was free to drink.

His left hand and five fingers were placed on a black sword.

Just like playing, the five real elements madly rushed into the runes from the middle of the sword.

In front of him, he swayed a piece of ink.

It is like an ink landscape.

The face of Nangong Caizhen suddenly became extremely serious, Shen Sheng said: "Freehand swords!"

"Jiangshan picturesque! Freehand first volume!"

The viewers who have a more discerning eye have directly exclaimed the name of this sword.

The rushing river crashed into the ink, as if it were fixed in the picture, and it was not allowed to enter.

With this opportunity, Zhou’s freehand feet slammed, and the stone cracks under the body were forced to burst into numerous dusts.

He screamed again, and the body rushed forward, holding the sword in both hands and killing him.

The yellow cloud in the sword is filled with white light, and it is Huang Yun Baihe Jianyi.

Although this sword has been rushed, it has not been fully developed. However, it is straightforward in the middle line, and the momentum is like a rainbow, but it is more powerful than any sword power that Ding Ning has ever shown.

The banks of the river bank are silent.

Ding Ning is already only a few steps away from the back of the body. At this time, there is no absolute power to control. What other methods can he deal with?