The Sword Dynasty

Jing Mozong shook his head.

The characters in the rivers and lakes between the towns have more doors and eyeliners than the practitioners in the temples. They also need to remember the characters who eat in the market, but these people, whether it is the practice of this and the Yanyan Dynasty. Like the one who used the symbol to the enemy, or the former assassin who held the bamboo pole, he certainly could not have seen it.

These people are very similar to the killers who collect money to help people, and they are mobilized from afar.

There are too many surprises for him tonight.

Who is going to kill Ding Ning?

And it still costs so much effort, need to mobilize the killer from afar?

The same suspicion lies in the strength and insight of Ding Ning.

If he didn't see it, he couldn't believe that Ding Ning now has such a sword, and the name he used in Changling was the province of Wang Taixu who helped him to get it. When Ding Ning drove the car, Ding Ning knew him. That name, but he just asked his name seriously, and he seems to have realized that he should be a Chinese.

Can he see the sword in his previous battle?

Or is it a slightly unique healing remedy from your own hand that judges that you are a member of the month of the country?

Ding Ning did not go to the mood of Jing Mozong at this moment. He thought for a moment, took a deep breath and insisted on standing up.

He glanced at the body of the black-faced clerk and said softly to the enchantress next to him: "These people... don't move them. Try to keep here before the arrival of the gods or other divisions. Everything, don't move anything."

"Why?" Jing Mozong looked at Ding Ning more suspiciously. He also insisted on standing up: "Do not even search them?"

Ding Ning shook his head: "No need... even my little character has to fight like this. It's not an ordinary big fish. We find it useful. It's only useful for people in the hall to find out what is useful."

"Tell Wang Taixu, if there are no accidents in other places, it is best not to participate in the two-story building here." Ding Ning gently coughed, he began to move away, step forward a few steps After that, he couldn't help but slightly turned his head and added: "You better not let people find that they are involved in this matter."

Jing Jingzong looked at Ding Ning, who was struggling and calm. He remembered these words of Ding Ning, but still could not understand. "Where are you going now?" he asked worriedly.

Ding Ning replied in an unusually simple way: "Go home."

......

"Go home? Who knows where your home is?"

"I have said to you long ago that you are going too fast and too urgent. If it wasn't for Wang Taixu who left an undead moon knives here, I would only accept the corpse for you."

"How many days have you entered the Aries Cave, and you have already gotten such a thing?"

When the blood on the body was blown dry by the cold autumn wind, and the door of the wine shop was gently pushed open, there were several cold and angry voices.

Ding Ning took the door of the wine shop and looked at the long-term snow in the darkness, and said with exhaustion: "This is a strange thing today."

The long-term grandson Xuexue said: "I don't care if we are strange. I only care about the results. I only know that there are countless grudges in the Changling. Everyone has a lot of grievances, even if it is just the Yue people. It sounds like the Yueshi country is a vassal of the Daqin dynasty, but no one knows that before the emperor of the Yuanwu emperor, the Tiger Warrior of the Daqin dynasty killed the Thirteen thousand people of the country. You don’t step into the practitioner’s day. In the world, it is possible to stay away from these people and stay away from their grievances, but as long as you are exposed to these people, you cannot escape from these grievances."

"The result is that I am still alive."

Ding Ning sat down, regardless of the chilly eyes of the grandson's shallow snow, and did not hear the words of the grandson's shallow snow later, whispered: "The masked practitioner began to disguise himself as a money collector. The killer's killer, but I can be sure that he is a practitioner in the army, and although he used some of the practitioners of the Great Yan Dynasty, I can be sure that he is best at using the sword."

The long-term Sun Xue Xue fell into silence.

Most of the time she usually only practices practice, and she has been used to listening to Ding Ning’s remarks.

"In the last moments of life, he only thought of using a sword instead of a character. This exposed some of the things he wanted to hide."

"The man is very powerful... He even has enough strength to kill me and the Jingzong, he is not afraid of the dead, but he is not even injured, and often he is eager to leave. Especially in After the emergence of Jing Mozong, what he wants to do is not to kill me and Jing Mozong, but to kill me as fast as possible, and then flee. If it is not because he started to add so much to himself Limit, we can't kill him easily."

"Those practitioners who take money to kill people are real desperados. They don't do this. They don't worry about who they are being discovered, because they usually don't see the sun. His performance is only because of himself. Have a special identity, and his master has a special identity."

"So even if it is possible to draw from the field, he and his master are very likely to be the characters in the Daqin Dynasty."

"If this matter is related to the backing of Jinlin Tang, and even deal with a small practitioner like me who has the potential to affect the two floors, I am worried about this. Can Wang Taixu live to see the sun of tomorrow?"

"In this case, why didn't you remind the Yue people before?" Hearing here, the long-term Sunshine was cold and cold.

Ding Ning looked at her and said seriously: "Because if I think about it, the reminder is too late."

The long-term grandson looked at him, didn't say anything, just extended his hand coldly.

Two whispers.

Her fingers were taken back at Ding Ning's waist, and the two broken ribs of Ding Ning were accurately returned.

"Maybe there is no such good luck next time."

She looked at the little bruises in Ding Ning's mouth, and looked at the end of the Ding Ning's waist and the sword, and said with a sneer.

......

"Guan Qiqi, He negative, Guo Yuhua... and the wine shop boy who joined the Baiyang Cave half-day Tong Xuan, should be dead now."

In a two-story ancient building, a man in the same black-faced sorcerer looked at Wang Taizhen, who was sitting across from him with a poor look. He said ironically: "You should understand that it is not my opponent. Why are you not running when I walk into this building until now?"

"Because it is two floors, it is my home. In my home, a strong practitioner can't easily kill me."

The face was a bit too pale, and Wang Taixu, who looked very weak, looked at the masked practitioner who had killed more than a dozen guards in front of him. He calmly said: "I am waiting for you here, it is to Say a few words to you and see what kind of person you are."

The masked black man sneered: "Is this the weird mentality of dying to understand some?"

"The rest of the cemetery in Changling City, it is impossible to ask someone like you, and to kill so many brothers in the night, use this way of decapitation overnight to solve our two layers. Buildings need more powerful practitioners. Those gangs are even less likely to have such capabilities."

Wang Taixu looked at the eyes of the practitioner. "So the news I got at the time was correct. The back of Jinlin Tang should be a big man in a certain army."

This practitioner has a slight eyebrow and does not recognize or deny it. It is only in his eyes that Wang Taixu is already a dead person.

However, Wang Taixu looked at him, and then whispered in a very sincere tone: "But have you ever thought about it... If you can't kill me? If you can't kill me, you are overnight. I have killed so many brothers... I can’t cherish the two-story home business any more, and I will fight you to the end by whatever means."

"I will find you out."

The tone of Wang Taixu suddenly began to become Sen Han. He said slowly, "You will also have brothers and relatives. I will deal with them and will not be merciful."

The masked practitioner's face suddenly changed.

"So I definitely can't let you live tonight."

He made such a voice.

A fist-sized cyan copper ball flies out of his sleeve as a horrible real element erupts.

At the moment of flying, this seemingly unremarkable cyan copper ball surface has illuminated countless golden dazzling lines.

At the next moment, all the golden lines broke, and all the bronze fragments burned fiercely and became golden.

In this study, a golden fire lotus blooms.

The bang banged.

Countless burning metal lotus pieces, all at an unimaginable speed, rushed toward the king.

"Here is the face of two floors, the most important foundation, how can I let you kill it here easily?"

When the blue copper ball flew out, Wang Taixie's face was also weird, and he also made such a sound.

The floor under his chair bursts open at the same time.

When the golden fire lotus is in full bloom, a thin light blue sword light is like a silent water flowing out from the trousers of the masked black man, flying close to the ground and facing the body of Wang Taixu. go with.

The masked black man knows that these rivers and lakes have some means of escape. He has already made plans to escape the underworld under Wang Taixu.

If Wang Taixu really falls down, he will certainly be cut in two paragraphs by the flying sword he has prepared.

However, in the next moment, he was shocked and angry and screamed.

The floor under the foot of Wang Taixu split, and there was no dark passage that he imagined going straight through the ground, but the same explosion.

A violent explosion than the explosion of the blue copper ball formed at the foot of Wang Taixu.

A volcanic eruption of the air would instantly rush the king up and cross the roof above.

In the whistling of the masked black man, countless golden fire lotus pieces instantly tear the wall behind the original position of Wang Taixu. At the same time, the power of the explosion makes the floor of the whole small building Disintegrated.

His flying sword swayed in the debris and airflow of the explosion, causing his mind to suffer some damage in an instant.

The masked black man's body flew backwards. He looked up and saw that Wang Taixu's body was too high beyond the scope of the flying sword that his mind could control.

And just as he was stunned, Wang Taixu's hands were wide open, and his arms seemed to have black wings.

It was a weird gliding wingsuit hidden under the robe.

Hey!

In the next moment, there was a sharp sound of breaking in the air. Wang Taixu’s body, like a bat, quickly disappeared into the dark night.

The body of the masked black man was instantly soaked by cold sweat.