The Sword Dynasty

Ding Ning turned his head and stopped looking at him.

He looked at the gradually intolerant people, watching the setting sun gradually falling, until his face gradually darkened.

" Still not coming."

He did not turn around and said to Zhang Luyang: "I told you that she would not come."

Zhang Luyang looked up and opened his mouth like a fish that was about to die. He looked at the last rays of the sky, but even he knew the result and knew that she would not come.

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The last ray of light in his eyes seems to have completely disappeared.

The net glass looked at the man, she felt a little sad and somewhat sympathetic.

"Don't let him die." At this time, Ding Ning's voice was low and passed into her ear.

The net glass slightly raised the eyebrows, but some did not understand, but at this time, she felt a sword.

Zhang Luyang is still squatting, his body is straight forward, and there is a crystal sword in his hand, just like the color of the dew on the tea in the morning. This Jianguang is not stinging to Ding Ning, but stabbing himself.

At this time, the net glass understood that the grief was greater than the feeling of death, and she stumbled.

A blade of grass flew up, but with a gentle breath of the mountain, it hit the sword in the hands of Zhang Luyang.

When the sound was soft, Zhang Jingyang’s crystal sword light was directly shot down on the ground.

The four wilds are in awe.

The tired and impatient people in the tea garden suddenly saw such changes, and suddenly issued countless exclamations.

"If you lose, you don't understand, but you don't want to believe. Just die, is it worth it?"

Ding Ning slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Luyang calmly. He said: "Being trapped in this tea garden, this tea garden is also a prison for you. I don't believe you have never thought of leaving here."

Zhang Luyang did not speak.

He couldn't see his face in the dark.

Ding Ning did not look at him any more, just turned his head and looked at the net glass and said: "Let's go."

The net glaze, like the real maid, walked out of the tea plant behind him. When she started driving slowly away from the tea garden, she couldn't help but ask Ding Ning: "Why should you let me save Zhang Luyang?"

"If you die, you will die, but you will simply."

Ding Ning whispered in the darkness: "But alive... but a constant suffering."

The net glass thought for a moment and said: "So you think that Zhang Luyang is alive today, is it more important for the tolerant woman than to die?"

"Yes."

Ding Ning's unusually simple response.

When the carriage began to leave the tea garden, the surnamed palace girl still stood under her arm.

The last thing that happened in the tea garden was also passed on to her ears.

She knew that Zhang Luyang was not dead and survived.

But somehow, when she heard the news that Zhang Luyang’s suicide was blocked by the net glass, she did not feel the slightest gratitude. She only felt that her heart fell more and fell into a deeper abyss.

There seems to be a demon in the deeper abyss, and it looks like Ding Ning.

At this time she was grabbing her heart and swallowing her mouth.

Her body is empty and has no strength.

At this time, the entire Changling and the entire palace that just entered the night seemed to be very empty. It seems that everything is gone.

She seems to have lost everything she has in Changling.

......

"To tell the truth, he really surprised me, but if I am Bai Lisu snow, I will definitely let him go back to the mountain swords, and will not let him rampage in Changling."

When leaving in the dark, the black man seriously looked at the Shaomen on the wooden bridge and said sincerely.

Shao murder is very clear about what he meant, but he only looked at him indifferently and said: "You still don't deserve to comment on Bai Lisu Snow."

The black man's eyebrows suddenly became cold, and the black sword wandering outside him made a strange noise, but he finally did not say a word and turned away.

On a river port that is not far from the black man and the Shao murder, two women stand side by side.

The faint mist of water floating on the river was covered on the two women like tulle.

"This is Xu Zengqin."

The night watched coldly and looked at the disappearance of the black man. He said to the white mountain water beside him: "A fisherman from the former Jiaodong County, Zheng sleeves passed to him the killing sword of the Bashan sword field."

Bai Shanshui smiled proudly and said: "The original No. 1 beater under Zheng Zhuang is this look."

Night policy cold corrected her statement: "It is the number one killer, not the first hitter."

"So he should be the one who promised Liang Liang to leave Changling."

Bai Shanshui said faintly: "I will kill him."

"I am more and more confident about him."

"I believe he will help me save the people in the big floating prison, so I will do what I promised him and help him kill Lianglian."

......

"What are you thinking?"

The carriages are in the streets of Changling. In peacetime, Ding Ning does not have much to say, but today, the net glaze feels that Ding Ning is exceptionally silent.

"About half a month, I have the ability to defeat the female servant. In fact, during this time, I don't want her to come to me."

Ding Ning said this sentence.

The net glass frowned. "With so many days, can you get to the five borders?"

Ding Ning did not pay attention to what she said, but then whispered: "I am thinking about Wang Taixu and my brother."

"Wang Tai is a virtual road, maybe just arrived."

The net glass turned his head and glanced at him. He said: "Zhang Yi should have been there for some time."

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Xian Fu Zong.

The well water in an ancient well clearly reflects the bright moon in the sky.

Zhang Yi put down the burden of picking water, watching the moon in the water reflected in the water, watching his face in the water shadow, gradually a little shy, and some ecstasy.

In the great test of Xian Fuzong, he performed extremely mediocre. Even he himself did not understand why he could become a disciple of Xian Fuzong through the great test of Xian Fuzong.

After entering the school of Xian Fuzong, he still performed the most mediocre, and even often could not complete some of the homework prescribed by the teacher, so that he was often punished.

On this day, he was mistaken for the simplest runes, and inadvertently broke several water tanks, he was sent to the water tank of the entire Xian Fuzong. He felt gratified at the thought of the younger brother who was in the prestige of the Shushan Sword Society. He was both missing and more self-satisfied.

"The imperious Bai Yangdong master, even the Shaoshan sword club has entered the top ten characters, but it has fallen to such a degree. Is it because you don't fit the Yan, or does it not match this fairy?"

A sound is heard.

Zhang Yi was shocked.

He felt that the voice was very familiar.

Looking down the sound, watching the man in the night, he suddenly stopped.

Looking at the costumes worn by the man, he took another time to count, and some could not believe it: "Su Qin... Are you here too?"

"This is really too small. I came to Xian Fuzong, I don't think you have come to Xian Fuzong."

The man in the night looked at Zhang Yi and smiled. "Just I seem to be more suitable for you, so I am now a disciple who can enter the real hall."