The Sword Dynasty

In one of the high cliffs, the person standing in the sword meeting, there is a middle-aged official wearing a cyan official uniform.

Looking at Ding Ning who stepped into the green hall, the thin master of his body seemed very happy. He couldn’t calmly and whispered to him: "The empty man, only the last sword is tried."

In this deep red sea of ​​thorns, there was no serious injury, and the first flaming phoenix in the book of the singer has already withdrawn from the sword meeting, plus Ding Ning’s ability to use the horror of swordsmanship. Even this savvy master, I think that Ding Ning is very likely to win in the final test.

In this master's opinion, Ding Ning wants to take the first place is just a matter of arrogance. His talents may have already won the favor of many people in the Laoshan Jianzong. As long as he enters the top ten, he will definitely have the opportunity to enter the Shaoshan Jianzong study. It is even possible to get some personal guidance from legends. At that time, the five-powered teenagers may be able to get longer. Their attention to the teenager, and even the cost of investing, may yield some returns.

However, compared with his joy, the middle-aged American officials who are next to him, the clerk's deputy chief of the department, is not even more melancholy.

Si Konglian shook his head slightly and whispered: "You don't know enough about her."

When the priest took a glimpse, he immediately wanted to understand who the "her" she said was, and the body suddenly became cold.

"She never puts the eggs in a basket. In the past battles with the Korean, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, the battles she hosted, even after hundreds of times of deduction, snakes swallowed frogs as safe, she will stay There is a strong backhand. She is only different in her current status. If she is a close-knit school, as a general, she is truly a victorious squad, and there is no defeated sage general in a battle."

Si Konglian took a deep breath and said a heavy sigh: "No one can guess that the firefly is her, so the firefly will not be the chess piece she is most concerned about, except for the habit of doing things... the most critical The whole world, who doesn't know her cold?"

"What is going to do for her is Rong Gong female. Since Rong Gong female expressed her intention not to let Ding Ning pass this sword meeting, it would not be just the hand-handedness of Ding Ning’s pre-arrangement, not just the back hand she left behind. ""

After the pause, Sikong’s voice was slightly cold: “Many people will naturally respect her meaning and help her to accomplish such a thing. Her coldness is not just that people feel that there is no problem, she will have no problem. Let many people feel that they will not be helped, and they will be severely punished."

The heart of the skinny master is getting colder and colder. This is a very simple cardinal problem.

The fewer people who stand on their side, the more brutal battles they will encounter in the single-handed sword test.

Even some of the students who had no hope of advancing, will fight hard against Ding Ning because of the meaning expressed by Rong Gong.

There are not many friends standing next to Ding Ning.

Especially in the eyes of most people, many of the friends standing next to him are hard to pass this level.

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Ding Ning went into the blue temple, and there was no furnishings in the blue temple. There was only one circle in the center of the temple, the stone road covered with moss, and the cool mountain wind continued to flow down the stone road.

Ding Ning slowly followed the stone road and spent a long time finally arriving at the exit.

The night is thick.

Outside the exit is the valley where they had previously eaten.

In the simple shed, a few oil lamps were lit.

The light of the oil lamp shines on his figure, and his shadow is so lonely.

Ding Ning dragged the lonely shadow and walked into the shed. The food in the shed had been cleaned up. At this time, there were only some of the most common white gauze on the table, and some small but sharp steel needles.

Ding Ning took a steel pin and grilled it on the flame of the oil lamp for a while, then wiped off the smoke on the needle and began to patiently and carefully pick off the broken wood thorns everywhere.

The figure of the net glass appeared on the cliff somewhere above him.

She stared at Ding Ning for a long time, and her appreciation in her eyes grew stronger.

The more clean the wood thorns are, the smaller the burden on the body in the next battle, the easier the movement will be, and the long stay of these thorns in the body will cause other symptoms such as suppuration.

It’s not easy to pick the wood thorns.

Picking a fine thorn at the root of the oil lamp can be very consuming, especially if the body is extremely exhausted. This kind of picking up the wood thorn will make people more tired, and each time the needle is actually reminding the body where it is extremely Stinging, constant pain is also very expensive for physical exertion.

However, Ding Ning at this time did not see any feeling of anxiety.

He was extremely meticulous and patient. Although the glass was not very clear, it was imaginable that the wooden thorns that fell on the tip of the needle on the front of his desk had piled up.

The blade also looked at Ding Ning quietly in the dark.

He also did not hide his appreciation of Ding Ning.

They can straighten into the eyes of many of them, and they get their attention and even appreciation. There are not necessarily one or two in many years of selection.

It’s just that the blade at this time does not hide his fears.

What he is worried about is also the problem of the final base.

There are too few people standing on the side of Ding Ning, and the rules are the rules. Since the rules of the sword meeting have been formulated, even the net glass that sets the rules of the sword can not be changed.

The night is deep.

The teachers who watched most of the practice sites on the cliff did not rest, even those who had been eliminated from the practice of their own practice, still pay close attention to every fragment of the deep red sea of ​​thorns.

Among the three true disciples in the true sense of Aries, Shen has already withdrawn. Apart from Ding Ning, only Zhang Yi is left at this time.

In the eyes of almost all the divisions in the various practice areas, Zhang Yi’s situation at this time is extremely bad.

Unlike most of the students, Zhang Yi did not choose to walk in the stream or along the banks of the river, but chose to walk through the thorns.

He doesn't have as fast as a flamingo, so he is good at knitting soft armor, but he also doesn't want more and more thorns to pierce his body, making his injuries become heavier and heavier. The weaker.

So he chose to pull the sword and thorns forward.

The sword he held at the moment is the most hot sword in the Zhao Jian furnace. The strong heat that naturally radiates makes the thorn wood in front of him dry and crisp. It can be said that it is the most suitable sword for the road to advance.

However, his movements are always fast.

He always walks through the sea of ​​thorns at a very fast speed.

Keeping the sword at a very fast rate, even if the opponent is just a grass, there is no need to use the real yuan, any swordsman will be very tired.

At this time, Zhang Yi was sore and sore, and a burst of intense tiredness rushed like a tide, which made him really difficult to load, and the sword in his hand was heavy and heavier.

The most important thing is that Zhang Yi felt some changes in the surrounding wilderness.

No matter the vibration of the ground, the slight chill in the wind blowing from the distance to the body and the unusual turmoil reminded him that this seemingly calm deep red thorn has already had a lot of things he didn't want to see but soon. The change that is to be faced.

He is usually polite and cautious. In many people's eyes, he is an abnormal mother-in-law and a hesitant person. However, any teacher familiar with him in Baiyang Cave is very aware that he is also as intelligent as Ding Ning.

From the very beginning, he also saw that the stream was too dead and there was too much danger, so he chose to go straight ahead in the thorns. At the same time, he did not have time limit from this point, and concluded that even if he was cautious. Even if you hide the traces carefully, you will definitely find something possible, so he has been walking at this speed in the sea of ​​thorns.

It’s just that this sea of ​​thorns is too big, and there is a circle of law, which makes it extremely difficult for him to accurately grasp the straight line. Until then, although he has not directly encountered any danger, the blue temples in his eyes It is still very far away, and there are terrible changes in the wilderness around it.

He instinctively should have a student who has been eliminated.

At the same time, he intuitively found that terrible things have begun to hunt and generally search for a student like him.

Perceiving the terrible movements from the surrounding wilderness, Zhang Yi looked at his hands, even if he was not using his strength, and he was shaking with his hands. He took a deep breath, silenced for a moment, and then made the first A move that most of the division's teachers in the practice sites on the cliff did not even think of.

He used a long sword in his hand to clear out a space where enough people could lie down. He used his long sword to shoot the ground, steamed the water, turned the ground into a hard dry land, and then lay down and kneaded himself. The most sore right arm for a moment, then close your eyes and start to sleep.

"What does he mean?"

"Even if you are really tired, how can you sleep in this situation?"

"Don't he notice the movement of these Zerg?"

Some of the masters of the practice did not know what he was doing at first, and finally determined that he had quickly fallen into a deep sleep, and several people could not help but make an incomprehensible exclamation.

"Bold."

On the side of the cliff top, there is a very gentle sound. It sounds like a spring breeze, and the sound is very comfortable.

The person who made this voice, Huang Zhenwei, wearing a pale yellow kimono, shook his head with some emotion. "It's really bold."

His identity in Changling is extremely honorable, and there are very few people who can stand near him.

Only those who heard his voice heard that his words were praise rather than scolding.

At this time, the Guantai sword stood at the top of a blue temple in the sea of ​​thorns. He looked at Zhang Yi’s move and could not help but feel a little emotional.

These disciples of White Sheep Cave are indeed very interesting.

Even Zhang Yi, the most arrogant and hesitant rumor, is actually very unusual.

Zhang Yi slept very sweetly, because he was too tired, he even made some snoring...he just fell asleep and did nothing, but when he was asleep, he also attracted many people on the cliff. Eyes.

There is a group of kings who have swallowed the frosty worms, like a real ranger in the thorns not far from him.

Even the closest to him was only less than half a mile away.

As long as Zhang Yi’s existence is discovered, Zhang Yi will be directly injured in his sleep and withdraw from the sword meeting.

However, Zhang Yi has won the game.

This king group passed by him.

After sleeping for two hours, Zhang Yi opened his eyes and woke up.

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