The Sword Dynasty

Zhang Yi was apologetic and embarrassed to see Zeng Ting'an who was sitting in the rain and lost his soul. He didn't know how to answer it. After all, he realized that the sword from the freehand scroll didn't even know his name. . . See the latest and most complete novels

"This sword is called 'light rain and dust.'" Ding Ning's voice sounded at this moment.

Zeng Ting'an's body was shocked. In the calm voice of Ding Ning, he saw all the roof tiles on the street, on the dead branches of the road, in the cracks of the stone roads, all the dust was washed away and the place was as new.

Zhang Yi once again apologized to Zeng Ting'an, and then looked at Ding Ning nervously and asked: "Ding Ning, how is this sword displayed?"

Ding Ning looked at him and said with some emotion in his heart: "Excellent."

Endless high-altitude rains into the line, the wet meaning is the sword meaning, which itself is thundering, killing a sword, if you change Ding Ning to display, many things in this long lane may have to be powdered.

Zhang Yi Wen and Ren Hou, such a sword in his hands is converging a lot of killing, so that the peripheral rain line is as soft as the spring rain, but this change has also produced changes that Ding Ning did not expect. The strength of the heavens and the earth gathered at high altitude is not inclined with those killings, but it is naturally injected in the place where his sword is meant to be, so although this sword is still too soft and soft, the sword can not be fully vivid, but the rain lines covering Zeng Ting'an have also added. Faster speed and penetration.

So the same sword and sword style, in the hands of different people, have different manifestations.

When I heard Ding Ning’s compliment, Zhang Yi’s face finally showed a light smile.

Although Ding Ning is his younger brother, these times seem to be more demanding than him for Xue’s request, and this sword is realized by Ding Ning’s reminder, at least in this On the sword, Ding Ning is the teacher in his mind. For the first time, he is officially used against the enemy. Naturally, he hopes to be recognized by the teacher.

Shen Yu held a large umbrella, blocking the top of Xue’s forgotten head, and the splash of water to Xue’s forgetfulness was blocked, and now he ran down the umbrella.

At this time, he completely realized why Ding Ning had to let him prepare an umbrella at first, but did not realize that his large half of the clothes had been splashed.

Looking at the spotless streets and alleys, I looked at Zhang Yi, who was smiling and smiling. She looked at the water drops that helped her to stop the splash of water, and Xue was so happy that she smiled and said: " Very good."

Zhang Yi is hoping that Xue will forget his happiness. At this time, he heard the praise of Xue Forgetting, and he was really happy, his face seemed to be shining.

"You will also be like this sword?" Zeng Ting'an struggled from the ground, and his face looked extremely pale and looked at Ding Ning.

Although I don't know Zhang Yi's understanding of this sword process, Zhang Yifang asked Ding Ning's demeanor, but he has already let him feel a lot of things.

Ding Ning looked at him and said: "I have not repaired this sword, but I am more powerful than this."

Zhang Yisheng was afraid that Zeng Ting'an was still not dying. He immediately said eagerly: "My Ding Ning's younger brother is not imaginary. If you fight with him, I am afraid that the injury will be extremely serious."

"It turns out that you are not timid. There is a confidence to win." Zeng Ting'an looked unchanging. When he said this, he turned to the carriage, but before he got into the carriage, he said softly, saying: " But even if you have absolute confidence to win, it will be useless. Some people will come to you... I know that someone does not want you to have the opportunity to participate in the Shushan Sword Society."

Zhang Yi heard this sentence, and his face suddenly changed. He asked urgently: "Who is this?"

However, Zeng Ting'an did not answer, the horse drove him and the teenager who was traveling with him, and quickly galloped, only the hooves echoed in the streets.

"There is not much after the defeat. This Zeng Ting'an is not like a boring person." Zhang Yi wrinkled his brows worriedly and turned to look at Ding Ning: "He must have heard the wind."

Ding Ning frowned.

The appearance of the practitioner of Yunshui Palace, the threat to Wang Taixu, especially the changes made by the great-grandson Xue Xue after suppressing the nine Nether King sword, has made him feel uncontrollable. At this time, suddenly there was such a thing to do, and his mood suddenly could not help but get worse.

"Why, do you want to abolish me before I attend the Shaoshan sword meeting?"

Ding Ning sneered with chills: "Whether it is Fuling Jun, or the rest of the nobles who somehow want to do this, I am afraid I will pay a painful price first."

Ding Ning's sneer made Zhang Yi inexplicably cold.

Xue forgets to look at Ding Ning somewhat strangely. Of course, he does not know that Chang Sunshue is the biggest death point of Ding Ning. I don’t know that Ding Ning is anxious because of the change of Chang Sunshue, but he is sure that Ding Ning’s mood today is very big. different.

Forbearance is the best thing that Xue forgets, so he coughed and prepared to tell Ding Ning some truth.

However, at this time, a sound came from the alley.

"High realm and high means, even if it is destined to win, is useless, because in many places, human life is not worth the money. Some people can find people and use their lives to change your life."

It was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe.

When Zhang Yi turned his head, the gray robe man had just come down from a gray carriage.

The man in the gray robe has a normal face, but his hair is completely shaved. There is a large tattoo on his head to the back of his head, but it is just a pattern that cannot be seen at the moment.

On his body, he has a smoldering scent that is more chilly than the officials of the superintendent of the gods. He even seems to have a smell of mildew, and he has not seen the sun for a long time, or even the sun seems to naturally avoid him. taste.

Ding Ning's sneer had already made Zhang Yi a cold, and at this time, this middle-aged man who did not know how to come, even Zhang Yi was inexplicably chilling, and his heart naturally produced strong courage.

This kind of breath is a bit far away, some strange, but in the time of counting, Ding Ning thinks about where this breath comes from.

He took a deep breath and his face did not change much. However, he began to quietly change the flow of blood in his body. He began to deliberately control his heartbeat faster than usual.

"My surname is blood, the name is one, not the clothes of the clothes. It is a horizontal and vertical one." The middle-aged man in the gray robe did not come back. His slightly gray eyes reflected Ding Ning's body, indifferent. Said: "Ding Ning, I am here, is the life of the Shen Daren, take you to the big floating water to help handle the case."

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Almost at the same time, in a dark and dull room, Mo Qinggong, who was in Tsing Yi, stood behind a gray-robed official with his hands.

The gray-robed official is extremely tall and tall, and compared to the slightly chunky Mo Qinggong, it is like a turret.

In front of him, there was a mirror-like smooth iron bed with a variety of knives that shimmered in cold light.

Smooth, mirror-like iron bed, and some hanging hooks and ropes.

Anyone who sees such a squad will feel that this room is a slaughterhouse or a coroner’s mortuary.

However, just on the hook of the room near the wall, there was a non-stop creeping body, which kept a weak but extremely loud snoring.

A burst of water, from the wall continues to come.

This is just a torture room.

A very ordinary prison in the big floating prison.

Watching the worms in the gray shadows of the corners, even the skin on the body has been stripped of most of the figure. Even if it has been here many times, even though the gods themselves have torture trials, The body of Mo Qinggong is still full of feelings that are extremely uncomfortable.

"It’s already like this. Shen Daren, you have done so much work on him, can you still have something to spit out?"

Mo Qinggong resisted the feeling of discomfort. He looked at the gray-skinned officials like the horns. He asked, "Why do you want the blood to go to the wine shop to work together?"

"Because I am very busy."

The gray robe official turned around, his face was thinner than the average person, and his eyes were deeply sunken. In this dark place, there was not much difference between him and his sister.

"You should know that very few people are sent to this place. Since the Holy One gave me a slap, I certainly can't do anything. Since I sent it in, I have to do it for a few months, then I have to send it on him. As long as you can... always get something useful out." He looked at Mo Qinggong with a blank expression, said indifferently.

Mo Qinggong just coughed a little and dispelled the discomfort and unhappiness in the heart. However, the figure hanging in the corner heard the words "several months", but it was a weak 嘶嚎 that was even more difficult to hear than the ghost crying. sound.

The official of the gray robe is naturally Shen Xuan who is in charge of the big floating prison.

He looked at the Mo Qing Palace without hesitation, and then said: "In your opinion, the wine shop boy has no doubt, but in my opinion, it is the biggest problem."

The face of Mo Qinggong was suddenly cold, and said: "What do you mean?"

"When the night priest killed Zhao counter, he was there, helping Wang Taixu to stand firm. After entering Baiyang Cave, he passed through Xuan Xuan for a half day. Then he repaired it into a sky, so the three practitioners went to assassinate him. He didn't have any He died, and he was killed by one hand. These are impossible for ordinary people.” The gray robe official looked at Mo Qinggong and said with a blank expression: “Too many coincidences have problems, too many impossible It all happens to one person and it is equally problematic."

"Don't tell me that your gods have been thoroughly investigated, and don't tell me that the embroidered screen feels that he is fine."

He sank his eyes and began to reveal the chill of the tremors in the Moqing Palace. "I am a big floating prisoner, and all the positions must be coordinated. You should understand that I have many means that you don't have. Only I have seen it without any problem. I will feel that there is really no problem."