The Sword Dynasty

From the end of the broken flower sword, the spurt of the sword, with all the broken stars and cold, and those black gold dust, bombarded in the chest of Dr. Ai.

With a snoring sound, Ai Dafu's chest quickly sag, and the whole person was like a big bird with a flap flying against the back of the courtyard door.

It was a blast, and the entire courtyard door was split and spattered into countless pieces of debris.

Dr. Ai fell to the ground, and when a blood spurted out, the wood chips in front were still flying, and the blood stained all the wood chips.

The stalk that pointed directly to Ding Ning's back was suddenly weak, flew from Ding Ning's ear, and flew a few feet. Finally, he could not support it. He fell to the ground with a bang.

Ding Ning looked at the falling flying sword and stopped moving forward.

All the practitioners who watched the battle were shocked.

From the initial attack to the sword, to the final defeat of the sword of Ai Dafu, Ding Ning was in one go, completely his own rhythm.

If it is the same opponent, this kind of attack is just amazing, but Ding Ning and Ai Dafu clearly differ from each other as a realm, still completely mastering the rhythm of the sword, but it is not just amazing. And at the beginning, people feel fear.

Ding Ning was unable to stand up, and Ai Dafu, who was still spilling blood in his mouth, slightly bowed his head and turned to his carriage.

Until then, many talents began to return to God, only to have time to think of things that did not have time to react.

"How could there be such a speed of practice!"

Considering the clear result is a more intense shock and fear, which even caused a number of people to scream directly, and these people are still among the highest number of practitioners around the world.

Because they judged Ding Ning's cultivation.

At the end of the Shushan sword meeting, Ding Ning just entered the four realms.

This is absolutely impossible to be mistaken, because the countless practitioners who participated in the Lushan Swords Club are all seen, and Ding Ning can not do it.

Ding Ning was seriously injured in the Shushan sword meeting, and then returned to the ink garden to recuperate.

However, when he went to the ink garden to see the surnamed palace girl, when a sword killed the running horse, it was already a middle-level repair.

It’s only a few days in the past, but Ding’s cultivation has already taken a big step forward!

What is this concept?

Even in all the history books, even in some story books, there is no such fast practice record.

This is clearly ridiculous, but it is so true that they appear in front of them, making them difficult to hold their own hearts.

......

Looking at the very calm Ding Ning who walked back to the carriage, the net glass was slightly lowered, and there was no sound.

When she drove the carriage away from the street, the exclamation of the film screamed like a tide, she still kept her head down, but the voice was low and was introduced into the compartment. In the profile.

"Ai Dafu is our person?"

"How do you know?" Ding Ning also lowered his head slightly, leaning against the back wall of the carriage, and responded with a whisper of exhaustion.

"Too fast, too little words." Net Liu said, "I always feel that he promised to fight with you too much."

Ding Ning's posture has not changed. He said: "He has no ability to shirk, he can't get rid of those in Guanzhong, not to mention that he can't hide in the palace like Rong Gong, he is very clear that he does not simply agree, he may encounter To a lot of embarrassing things."

"It's not just this problem." The net glass frowned, for a moment, but did not know how to use words to describe it, just said: "I feel a little wrong."

Ding Ning slightly looked up and looked at her back and said seriously: "You have improved."

With a positive answer, the net glaze was silent but inexplicably silenced.

She thought quietly for a moment, and then she began to say: "You finally disregarded the sword of his flying sword and broke his symbol because he was ours, or if he was not ours, you would do the same. And I am sure that I can break his token defense and be sure that his flying sword can't hurt you?"

Ding Ning knew what she was thinking about and answered again seriously: "If he is not ours, I will do the same."

The brow of the net glass jumped and couldn't help but turn around.

But Ding Ning has already said: "I know what you think... In your opinion, his flying sword seems to be a bit faster than me, so you can't understand why I dare to do that, and why is it better than that? He wants to be fast."

"Because he thinks more than me, even if he is a real opponent, he will think more than me."

After the meal, Ding Ning looked at her and said: "He will first think about whether he can block my blow, or think about whether there are other means for me to do this, even if he only subconsciously judges. Whether it can block my blow will be slower than me. Because I want to enter, I will not leave behind. You must understand that even if some people can use two swords, at the same time, he can never take two things into consideration. He thinks about defense, and the sword behind the attack will be slow."

Regarding the issue of spiritual practice, the net glaze is definitely much smarter than the vast majority of practitioners in the world.

She quickly nodded and said that she wanted to understand Ding Ning's statement, and then went out and said: "Ai Dafu is seriously injured but will not die... So this is a plan of two birds with one stone? You can find him to fight, and you can let that The famous lady saw your amazing progress, gave her great pressure, and allowed her to trust the doctor more. In the future, Ai Dafu may become an important **** to deal with her."

Ding Ning nodded and said very honestly: "You have improved a lot."

The net glass twisted and turned to him, and he sincerely thanked him: "By what you give."

Listening to her four words, Ding Ning slightly ridiculed himself and said: "It sounds like you are hurting you."

......

This battle happened very quickly, and the end was also very fast, and the results were passed faster.

In the corner of the cold courtyard, a gardenia is in full bloom, and in a quiet sound, a blue pigeon flies in.

The pigeons flew in more times, and the white mountains and waters were already familiar, so when the hands of Bai Shanshui fell to it, it did not dodge, let the white mountains and waters take off the letter tube under its feet.

Looking at the contents of the newsletter in the letter tube, Bai Shanshui looked at the night that was standing on one side, and smiled indefinitely. "It’s not his successor, the four things are better than the five things, you can do it. accidental."

The night was cold and didn't answer. She took the paper roll in her hand and looked at it carefully. Then she turned her head and looked at her and smiled. She showed two beautiful dimples: "He should have already realized the sacred god." ""

Bai Shanshui raised his eyebrows.

The night policy calmed down the smile, slightly bowed his head, and said lightly: "He always wanted to get the **** of the gods, but he never succeeded. If he had already been renewed, maybe the current Changling is not like this. Changling."

"I only look at the future, not looking at the past." Bai Shanshui said with some arrogance: "If you want to force the lady, I only hope that his movements will be faster."

......

Almost at the same time, the results of the war between Ding Ning and Ai Dafu were introduced into the depths of the palace and passed to the ears of the surnamed palace lady.

Her face has not changed.

Not because of calm, but because of fear.

Fear of this emotion is already strange to her, she has even forgotten this emotion.

Not that she is arrogant.

But she is very clear about her position.

She is loyal to the Queen and can settle down.

However, now, this emotion is unstoppable and spreads in her body.

After dozens of breaths, her body began to tremble constantly.

"How is it possible, how can his cultivation improve so quickly?"

Her voice sounded.

The sound is mutated and harsh.

She didn't even know that she was a voice, and even felt that it was not her own voice.

......

"I have already passed the middle level..."

At the same time, the Queen raised her head slightly, not looking at the middle-aged man in the yellow robe standing on the outside of the study, but looking at the pure light falling from the upper patio.

"Continue the gods."

She slowly said these four words in her heart.

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