The Sword Dynasty

"I would like to see what sword he will choose."

After saying this, her face became colder, like the ice on the river in the middle of the winter.

Ding Ning calmly stared at the sea of ​​swords, the tomb of Wan Jian, silent.

There are countless good swords in it, and the quality of many of them can even be described by the word "peerless". It is definitely not worse than some of the swords in the swords of the swords of the mountain, just because of the problems everywhere. It is here.

“Why would you fight for killing?”

"Because the crowds are competing, the world is divided into seven dynasties."

"Only the world will not be able to fight and kill."

"Exactly."

Ding Ning looked at the sea of ​​the sword silently, but his voice was ringing in his ear, just like this sword was talking at this time.

The voice is full of anger, ridicule, and more and more noisy, just as the owner of this sword has come alive and is sneering at him.

"A person's idea can't replace the idea of ​​the world."

"It is really wrong to make killings by stopping killing as an excuse."

Ding Ning took a deep breath and said these two sentences gently to the sword. Then he just bowed and bowed and walked out.

The face of the Qingpai girl in the Sapphire Hall suddenly froze.

"What does he mean? Isn't it even a sword?" The young man beside her was suddenly stunned.

The Qingpao girl was shocked and looked at Ding Ning who was out of the sword valley. She began to feel that her previous guess was wrong.

"I want to go see them later."

She took a deep breath and said to the young man.

......

In the valley, Wan Jian became a sea, and the sharp killing and the sword gas destroyed the ground and became a dead land. However, from the outside to the inside, it was still weedy, and a blue hall was in the middle of the valley, and no one could see it. To.

The cyan weeds on the edge of the array suddenly swayed slightly, and a footprint appeared. The figure of Ding Ning appeared out of thin air.

He did not pick any sword, just went in and glanced at it, so he even selected the sword, it is still the first one, still the first.

"When everyone comes out, call me."

He used his last broken sword to engrave this line on the side of the body, and then sat directly on the ground and began to close his eyes.

After a few dozens of hours, a footprint appeared again on the cyan weeds not far from him. A tall woman appeared in the air, it was Xierou.

Xierou’s eyes are filled with shocking light that is difficult to describe with words.

After seeing Ding Ning sitting on the ground, her mind was slightly fixed, but her eyes were involuntarily falling to her right hand.

There is a pure black sword in her hand.

This sword, from the appearance, the standard, or the weight, is almost identical to the most common sacred iron sword of Changling.

If someone walks into the Valley of Swords at this time and sees the sword in her hand, she will surely think she has chosen the most common sword.

But there is a row of very fine pores at the tip of the black sword.

As Ding Ning said, it is not looking at the tip of the sword, and it is impossible to see it.

She didn't know what the sword was, but the sword was one of the two swords that Ding Ning specifically mentioned to her.

In such a sea of ​​swords, such a pure black, the most common sword of the system is the best recognition, so she saw at a glance that she had no row of fine holes that Ding Ning said on the tip of the sword. Hesitantly chose this sword.

Therefore, her time is very short, and the second one goes out of Jianhai.

She sat down on the side of Ding Ning's side.

Just after a few more moments, there was a burning sigh in the air.

Zhang Yi, holding a sword sword, appeared in front of her.

Zhang Yi was still shocked at this time, but he was the most polite, and he looked at Ding Ning's body week carefully after bowing to Xie Rou who stood up.

He even carefully perceived Ding Ning's sleeves inside, and then he couldn't believe Xie Rou and asked: "He didn't choose a sword?"

"It doesn't seem to be." Xie Roan shook his head and whispered: "He came to practice when I came out."

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly. He is a person who likes to use his brain. However, with Ding Ning, there are always too many things to think about.

"There is really a sword of Zhao Jian furnace." Zhang Yi, who was half-body washed by the hot Jianguang, Xierou could not help but whispered this sentence.

Zhang Yi’s face was suddenly heavy and whispered: “The famous swords of Han Zhaowei and the Three Dynasties are mostly inside.”

At this time, the grass behind him made a slight noise, and someone came out of the law.

Zhang Yi turned and he saw that it was coming.

In the hands of He Chaoxi, there is a blue wide sword. The sword of this blue wide sword is extraordinarily wide and thick, giving a feeling of more like a long knife.

"Is this a sword?"

Zhang Yi thought of what Ding Ning said, he asked in a curious voice.

The sword of the Daqin dynasty rarely had a strange shape. As for the son sword, he had never seen it.

He Chaoxi took a deep breath and nodded. He spread the blue-wide wide sword in his hand to Zhang Yi and Xie Rou.

"What is the purpose of this little sword?"

Zhang Yi carefully watched for a moment, only to find that the sword ridge of this sword is a slender long sword, two seemingly straight plaids actually two grooves. To give him the feeling that this small sword can be detached from the groove and the big sword, but this small sword has no hilt and cannot be held by hand.

Isn't the role of this little sword used to fly to kill the enemy at a certain moment?

Only then, the sword is too common.

"What the **** is this, there is no way to try in the interview, this is how people choose!"

He Chaoxi has not yet answered, and a depressed voice has already sounded in his back.

Xie Changsheng, who looked at his face, appeared in their sight.

"Small!"

I was afraid that Xie Changsheng was disturbed by Ding Ning. Xie Rou immediately whispered and whispered, then asked coldly: "What can't I try?"

Xie Changsheng saw that Ding Ning had closed his eyes and practiced it. It was obviously a glimpse. Then he subconsciously lowered his voice and looked at Xie Roo and others. He said: "Don’t you try to choose what you want to choose. What about the sword?"

Xie Roo shook his head and looked at Zhang Yi and He Zhaoxi.

Zhang Yi also shook his head, and then He shook his head.

"Even if you don't doubt Ding Ning...but you don't have any curiosity?" Xie Changsheng shook his head helplessly and said: "In the inside, the real yuan can be poured into these swords, but the swords of these swords can not be emitted. There is no way to try inside."

After the pause, Xie Changsheng said with some dissatisfaction: "I originally wanted to bring both handles out, but I thought that the sword was written on a sword. If I took two handles, I would probably have a thousand in the casino. It’s a bad rule, and it’s possible to be directly disqualified from participating in the sword club. I finally gave up that idea.”

"The two swords that Ding Ning said to you, have you found them all?"

Xie Lou heard the meaning of Xie Changsheng, her eyes stayed on the sword in the hands of Xie Changsheng.

This is a sword with a very standard system, but the material is extremely special.

The sword of the whole sword is crystal clear, just like pure crystal, but there are countless natural golden silk pythons in the blade, but the golden silk python on the shank is flowing on the surface, forming a three-legged golden dragonfly. picture of.

"The two swords are not far away, almost found at the same time." Xie Changsheng nodded and replied.

"So you can't decide between the two swords?" Zhang Yi also looked at the sword in Xie Changsheng's hand with amazement and asked: "Why did you choose this sword?"

"You have never seen the blue short sword. If the usual blue dagger and the sword in my hand are placed in front of you, you will definitely pick the cyan short sword. Because the cyan short sword is too sharp. Even Jianqi can hurt people. In contrast, this sword looks too fragile and seems to be cut off directly by the sword.” Xie Changsheng turned his left hand toward Zhang Yi and then said: “If not Ding Ning first mentioned this sword, and I will never choose this sword."

Xie Changsheng’s left palm has a blood mark in his heart, and he is still seeing tiny blood beads.

"Sword gas can hurt people?" Zhang Yi and He Chaoxi, Xie Rou all pumped a cold air.

Xie Changsheng sneered aloud and said: "My palm is still one inch away from the sword, and I have been cut off such a wound."

"What sword is this?" Xie Rou couldn't help but wonder if Xie Changsheng said it was true.

"The name of the sword is not important."

Xie Changsheng shook his head and looked at Ding Ning. "The most I can't understand now is how Ding Ning thinks there might be such a sword inside. Can he know that it is such a sword sea?"

"The sword is a sword, made with a unicorn, from the old Zhao. But I also don't understand, how can he know that there is such a sword in it, how can he know that it might be such a sword sea? So he must explain it to me."

A female voice rang from the back side.

But everyone knows for the first time that it is not Nangong.

Because the sound of Nangong picking can't be so cold, it can't be so majestic.

Zhang Yi was shocked and turned around. She only saw a young girl in the green gown appearing in his sight.

Then, his eyes felt stinging.

Because at this time, a young man with a hair on his head seems to be flowing behind the young girl who is flowing with swords.

(Efforts in the codeword, later in the evening to fight for a more) r1058

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