The Sword Dynasty

The light flame in the eyes of the middle-aged man flashed fiercely. His flying sword re-entered, and then began to accelerate sharply, with a hint of madness pointing to Ding Ning outside the sixty-seven feet.

When he was separated from his own body by a few dozen feet, his khaki-colored thin sword was accelerated to the extreme, and a whistling sound around him blew a visible sound explosion.

At the same time, the strength of the middle-aged man was also instilled in the flying sword. This flying sword was completely out of his control, no longer a flying sword, and turned into an arrow that exceeded the speed of sound.

Everyone did not think of Ding Ning's choice.

When this flying sword began to go crazy, "Ding Ning took a step back."

He is not an ordinary retreat, but his right foot is slamming on the back of the chariot.

The heavy chariot has just turned up.

Before the horror arrow that this flying sword became, the chariot that had been lifted at the front had become a huge shield and was in front of him.

"Boom!"

There was a heavy hammering sound between heaven and earth.

The bottom of the bronze heavy chariot headed toward Ding Ning's body, and it bursted into a round shape, and a wave of air blew on this raised metal surface.

The heavy rune chariot didn't know how many times it was shaken at this moment, and on the other side, the thin, sleazy little sword, like a cone of ice hitting a thick wall, instantly shattered into countless small pieces, which became scattered in the sun. A violent metal ray.

"wind!"

"Gale!"

The tsunami-like roar sounded again in the army behind Ding Ning.

Numerous re-winding humming sounds again, and the metal sky again appears in the sky above.

The middle-aged man coughed up a blood, and his body was stunned by the metal in the sky.

"go!"

He gave another drink order, not to the two closemen beside him, but to the two practitioners who had previously rushed out of the ground.

puff! puff! puff! puff! ......

A sharp ironware sounded through the flesh and blood.

The middle-aged man and the two near-servants have a lot of blood fog. In a breathing time, such a picture disappears in the eyes of all people. The three are no longer human. Only countless gold and iron collide each other. Sound and broken flesh and blood splashes.

The two practitioners who rushed out of the ground did not heed the final order of the middle-aged man.

The two practitioners made a figure like a wild beast, dragging a trace of the shadow between the grass, madly rushing toward the army of the Great Qin Dynasty.

No one has issued a military order.

Behind the two practitioners, there were several turbulent air currents flying back and forth, and in the middle of the airflow was Jianguang.

These swords are faster than the figures of the two practitioners, so they easily catch up with the bodies of the two practitioners.

There were several blood waves on the bodies of the two practitioners.

Jianguang entered and exited in their bodies, and their bodies disintegrated in a sharp flight and collided on the ground.

This is a very **** and cruel picture. Nangong has a feeling of wanting to vomit, but she forced herself to look at it.

She knows that she must be very accustomed to such a picture, because she will face more such pictures in the future. Only habits will not be affected by emotions and make wrong judgments in the face of such battles in the future.

boom!

When the two practitioners' stumps landed, the heavy chariots that were lifted up were also re-grounded.

Because no one can be sure that there are still other practitioners in this grassland, so no one cheers, but even if the army controls the generals of the flying swords, they can’t help but describe them in words. happy.

No one likes to see bloodshed, especially when they don’t like to see people around them bleed.

All people are well aware of the cost of an army if they encounter a raid by these practitioners.

However, now the other party has killed seven practitioners. The army they led, even one sergeant did not die.

"why?"

Nangong Cai looked at the residual limbs that were no longer rolling in the grass. He took a hard breath and turned to look at Ding Ning.

Taking Nangong’s picks, she is going to let her learn a lot of insights from her own fighting, so Ding Ning looked back at her and said, “Fifty feet after our army, we are practicing in our army. The person perceives the area that cannot be clearly perceived. Since these practitioners decide to start here, there will be a cultivator who, after the potential of our army, launches an attack from behind, which will cause the greatest confusion."

"If those practitioners are not there?" Nangong thought and thought, Emei asked: "Then the most advantageous symbols we have concentrated are not all lost?"

Ding Ning looked at her and said seriously: "You have to understand that the battles of marching wars and practitioners are the same. There are no 100% things, just the possibility of pursuing the greatest probability. If these people are really even one person Not at the rear, the strongest blow in our army is naturally wasteful. But the biggest possibility is... In order to avoid the practitioners in our army, the most powerful and best at concealing will be around the army. After that, start at any time. This is also their strongest strength."

Nangong picks nodded.

She thought about it, sorted out her thoughts, and then asked: "Finally, in the eyes of most of us, the middle-aged swordsman should have no way to go. After the assassination is impossible, he can’t go back to life. At the moment, when he came out of the sword and forced out the two hidden practitioners, it was also a smattering. In my opinion, there was no flaw. Why did you order them to attack them?"

"No judgment on the battlefield can depend on the momentary picture that the eye sees. The surface things we see in our eyes are often fake."

Ding Ning said slowly and patiently. "Before these practitioners discovered that we had noticed their whereabouts, there was a disagreement, but in the end these practitioners chose to fight here, especially after I waited for a long time. They know that they will fight here, they still don't give up, they can only show that they have a strong command among them. This powerful commander is not only to have iron-like means and determination, but also to have Overwhelming the cultivation of all of them. From the perspective of the cultivation of those who showed it, the middle-aged man was the strongest. So the middle-aged man was the leader, and the rest of the practitioners were forced here. The command of the battle."

After a pause, looking at the slowly sturdy Nangong pick, Ding Ning calmly said: "So all the efforts he made, even if he sacrificed the two practitioners, he finally completed his mission, approaching me. Kill me."

Nangong picks a difficult throat, and she looks at Ding Ning deeply. She can't understand how this young boy from a wine shop has such a brain. How can there be such an amazing insight?

"So how did you find that there was a disagreement between them?" Nan Gong Cai asked about the problem that even Guo Feng and several generals were confused.

"If a practitioner's emotions go wrong, then he will act inadvertently and there will be some differences in peace."

"such as?"

"For example, the fluctuations of the body, such as the habit of walking and the distance of the distance, such as some traces on the route that would not have been left behind. Many are similar. Sometimes this negative emotion will vent to some things along the way. , for example, a snake worm."

"Do you even pay attention to these?"

"Do you remember the one I killed with a flying sword the night before?"

"Related to this?"

"The one who is clutching is a bamboo rat who has been smashed his head."

Ding Ning looked at the incredible Nangong pick, said faintly: "First of all, the bamboo rat is very cute, and it is harmless, and it is very afraid of people. After discovering someone, it will escape. It is not like a poisonous snake. It is not necessary. Killed with a sword. The meat of the bamboo rat tastes very good, but after eating it, it doesn't eat. It only shows that the practitioner was only because the emotion was wrong.

Nangong picks Ding Ning, "How can you notice these details?"

"You look at these people behind you." Ding Ning did not turn his head, but whispered to Nangong: "You just have to think about the life and death of these people in your hands. If you don't pay attention, these people are very likely." It becomes a corpse... you will naturally be more careful."

Nangong picks the subconscious mind and turns to the sergeant who stands behind him.

"last question."

Nangong Cai was silent for a long time before he raised his head again. "At the end, his sword is very fast, but you obviously expected it. So you have time to use the chariot, how did you expect it? And since you expected So, why don't you just dodge directly, but use the way to destroy a chariot?"

"Because I gave him the opportunity to compete with my flying sword."

Ding Ning looked at the Nangong pick, his face was slightly dignified, whispered: "I suffered a lot of injuries, far from recovery, he only chooses to fight with my flying sword in the end, it will at least make my injury become Heavier, but he chose such a sword. In the face of the whole army, he could not kill me with such a sword. This can only show that he wants to try a strong practice in the army. Just such a test doesn't make any sense to him, because he will die soon, so he just tries to show it to other people, such as a stronger assassin."

Nangong Caiqi thought about this layer, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"As for why you want to destroy a chariot..." Ding Ning turned to look at her and said: "This is also a problem similar to Fang, a very simple question, his sword is very fast, very strong, if I just dodge..."

When it comes to this, Nangong Caiyu has completely understood.

Behind Ding Ning, there are many sergeants.

She has no more problems for the time being, but before Ding Ning let the army continue to move forward, she looked at her seriously and said: "Don’t spend your strength on thinking about the origins of these people, and you can’t leave when you lead the army. In the battle, a general who needs to think about the things that this army has encountered along the way, what he needs to deal with, will always have only the enemies that will be encountered instead of the distant enemies."

......

“Why do you seem to be very focused on developing her into a general?”

When Ding Ning returned to the carriage where the long-term Sunshine was located, his ear's ear sounded cold and cold.

"Because she is very suitable for generals, and her life seems to be being arranged as a general." Ding Ning said softly: "And this is a sight, and then there will be a lot of battles to play."

(Yesterday said that it is expected to be three more today. The result is that if you write so late or two, you will know that you have become hopeless. You can only make up the number of words in the previous chapter as much as possible, but there is still a heart that does not give up efforts, so tomorrow. Continue to run on the three. Look at tomorrow to see if you can do three. In other words, arrange marching to fight, the transition to the battlefield plot design is really much harder than the world of practitioners alone, so hard)