The Sword Dynasty

The autumn has become deeper and deeper, and the hoarfrost that is covered with the vines has become more and more like snow.

In a stone room of the Qingteng Jianyuan, Nangong Caishao sat down on the head.

Numerous invisible heaven and earth spirits danced around her, and many heavens and earth fell on her body, infiltrating into her clothes and falling on her skin.

This is what happens when anyone is sitting still. Even if it is not a practitioner, the ubiquitous world is always full of strength.

However, this night seems to have some unexpected changes.

When the invisible heaven and earth vitality fell into her skin, inexplicably flashed many tiny light stars, emitting a lustrous luster.

The entire body of the Nangong picks has turned into a jade.

However, she has fallen asleep during her practice, and the infuriating body is quiet, like an absolutely quiet pond, so she can't see such a picture, and she doesn't know what kind of change she is making.

Until the sky began to shine, there were birds flying in the distance among the vines, and many white frosts sprinkled like snow, and she slowly woke up.

At the moment she woke up, she did not feel any obvious changes.

Until she habitually spurred infuriating, active blood, and made her whole body more awake, she felt that her infuriating spirit was completely different from the past.

In the air, it seems to be mixed with countless water droplets, so that all the infuriating gas becomes thick and thick, and it becomes a strange liquid.

She is stunned.

Then she began to get excited and excited as never before.

She knew what had happened, but she did not expect that she would complete this step in her sleep.

She has broken through.

In her sleep, she entered the third realm from the second environment.

She was so excited to sit for a long time, then she jumped up, did not have the first time to understand the difference between the real yuan and the infuriating, did not immediately realize her new realm, but the first time before coming to his desk, Then I opened the ink with the fastest speed, but took the pen very seriously and started writing letters.

"Father, I have succeeded in breaking the ground. The speed of practice is in the tenth year of the students of Qingteng Jianyuan. It can be ranked third... It’s cold and pay attention to the clothes... Also, the last time I asked my father to look for it can be improved. Dan medicine, I don’t know if it’s a bit of a look, if it’s possible, can you tighten it up?”

She didn't like nonsense. She wrote that she was ready to put a pen on her face. However, she thought of Ding Ning's physical condition. She thought that Ding Ning didn't have so much future time and could only focus on the past. She hesitated a little and the pen tip trembled. Then she added: "Because it is only used for trading, it is not for personal use, so as long as it is better to improve the cultivation and enter the country, even if it has more adverse effects on the body in the future, it does not matter."

After writing this letter and carefully sealing it, before she began to understand the difference between the real world and the refining environment, she couldn't help but glance at the direction of the White Sheep Cave outside the window and muttered to herself: "So many days." In the past, I didn’t know how your cultivation was in the end... the sword trial was getting closer and closer.”

For this temperamental and chivalrous girl, if the medicinal herbs she asked for in her heart were only used for trading, then she hoped that the transaction was only the friendship of Ding Ning.

......

The letter from the Nangong picks began to pass on the road.

Another night, Ding Ning walked out from the gate of Baiyang Cave and, as usual, entered the carriage waiting at the gate of the mountain.

In the carriage of the carriage that was in the dark and began to bump, Ding Ning's hand once again stroked the waist and his sword on his lap.

Even if Li Daoji brought the sword to him for more than half a month, the trial of the sword from the Qingteng Jianyuan has only been able to count the time with his fingers, but every time he looks at it. When he comes to this dark green sword, his heart will still feel different feelings.

This sword is called "the last flower."

In fact, the original name of this sword is called "mom flower", because the sword from the Bashan sword field is inflamed or the real yuan is poured into the blade. The light on the sword will light up like countless bright jasmine flowers. .

This was originally a sword with a very beautiful and very charming charm.

Only when the master before the sword used this sword, every time the sword was thrown, it was full of sorrow without any room for manoeuvre. Each sword was like the last sword he could pierce. The sword is like his final end, and every sword flower is like a flower that can't see tomorrow.

In the hands of the masters of different temperaments, the sword becomes a different sword with different fates.

It is precisely because this sword master's temperament is straight, horizontal is horizontal, without any room for manoeuvre, so this sword will eventually become such a residual sword.

At the moment, the emergence of such a sword, for Ding Ning, reminds him of so many debts and debts that must be recovered.

The carriage passed through the dark night, entered the long tomb without the wall, and drove into the straight streets.

However, compared with the mountain road, it is even more bumpy in the straight streets.

After a few strange sounds sounded from under the car, the carriage had some strange swings, the carriage slowly stopped, and the middle-aged man who drove the car sighed with a slight apology to Ding Ning in the carriage: "Hsu is the last axle. It’s not very good to fix, and it’s been a little anxious to catch up, so something went wrong.”

Ding Ning asked two sentences so late to find a place to repair the car. If there is no problem with the car in the morning or tomorrow, it will not be far away from the indus, and I will decline the white sheep. The servant then rented a carriage to send him to Wutong’s proposal, let him repair the car, and then walked to Wutong.

Some of the streets and alleys outside the Indus are also ordinary dwellings. These residents who have been working for a day during the day have already fallen asleep sweetly, and occasionally there are weak lanterns shaking in the bleak autumn wind.

Such a situation is very familiar to Ding Ning, and the bleak autumn wind can not cause him more emotions, but before he walked through a dark roadway, his brow suddenly began to rise.

He looked up and looked toward the roof on the left side of the front. The strong instinct that ordinary practitioners did not have, so that his spiritual moments were concentrated to the extreme.

Just as he looked up, there was a slight noise in the dead streets.

More than ten arrowheads were intentionally ground to reduce the smashing arrows, and with a savage killing, spilled from the roof.

Ding Ning's face was suddenly cold, his body quickly volatility, agile flashing into the side of the armpit, extremely simple flashing all the arrows in this round.

Uh... a dense burst of sound, a broken arrow on the ground like a broken dry thatch.

A mess of footsteps also sounded.

In the street behind him, a dozen figures flashed.

There are cold light on the backs of these dozens of figures, but among the hands, they are all sharpened bamboo poles.

At the same time, there were more than a dozen figures in the laneway in front of him, the same one carrying the sharp weapon, holding the sharpened bamboo pole in his hand.

Ding Ning's face has not changed.

But he took a deep breath and held the dark green sword in his right hand.

He doesn't know what the origins of these people are. However, these people are obviously very experienced and absolutely impossible to show mercy.

There is a certain distance between the gathering of the phoenix trees, and it is impossible for the long-term Sunshine Snow to find out that he is fighting and cannot arrive in time.

So here is also likely to be his end.

He glanced at each of the fissures in the darkness, which was unusually straight and extended toward the hilt. The endless sword with no slight turn and detours began to run wild.

His thin body instantly slammed into the armpit and turned into a sharp black wind.

At the alley in front of him, the foremost four or five people saw his amazing speed and the reflection of the sword in his hand for the first time. These people did not seem to think that the object they wanted to assassinate had such strength and instant eyes. They were all a little bit afraid, but in the next moment, they still greeted them and gave room to the people behind them.

Most of the more than ten sharp-edged bamboo poles did not directly spur Ding Ning's body, but tangled around Ding Ning's body.

These criss-crossed bamboo poles are like the simplest array of heavens and earths, instantly separating the area around Ding Ning into countless small pieces.

However, a small percentage of these people only feel that their hands are light.

The bamboo poles in their hands were cut off instantly.

Most of the bamboo poles are still staggered, but there is always a straight passage in front of Ding Ning.

The body that he rushed into suddenly did not have any pauses!

In the darkness, a forty-year-old bearded man in the forefront suddenly made a terrible noise.

Ding Ning's body rushed into his arms like a civet cat, and the dark green sword in his hand instantly entered and exited his abdomen several times.

The blood of the scarlet spurts on the ground, and a pale sword shines.

An assassin on the side of the man reacted, regardless of the bearded man who had already died, and the sword swept straight forward.

However, the slamming sound was like a messy weed formed in front of his eyes, forming a grassland.

The man slammed back.

In front of him, the savage young boy’s sword was so dense that he couldn’t stop the spread of the other’s sword, even if the opponent’s hand was just a two-footed sword.

At this time, he suddenly felt that his wrist was very cold.

At this time, he discovered that the slamming sound of the slap was from his wrist.

Then his eyes widened to the extreme, and he saw his palms and wrists separated from his sword and sprinkled a wave of blood.

There is no emotional change in Ding Ning's eyes.

His body was like a hard squeeze. He crossed the side of the broken wrist man. The sword of the dark green sword in his hand spread innumerable messy thatch and swept over the abdomen of the two assassins.

Hey... Two **** waves are pouring in the bleak autumn wind.

"What is this sword?"

"This complicated sword method... This boy is really good."

In a street behind the assassin who was already in horror, on the steps under one of the eaves, a man in a black masked black-faced man was watching the blood and the air in the air. The dark green sword shadow, he slightly frowned, issued a sincere admiration.