The Sword Dynasty

"We need to destroy those symbols. ╞┡╡.<."

The long-haired Sunshine brows and looks at the back of those huge black shadows.

Most of the weights that were dragged by the sledges had been unloaded and turned into a seat on the ice.

At this moment, the whole lake is mapped to a green one, which is just one of them.

The threat of these symbols is far from the huge shadows that rush from the ice.

"No. These people only have the ability to use these symbols once."

Ding Ning turned to look at her and shook her head. "They just want to use these symbols once."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked up at the green flame. Even though the eyelids were mapped to a green, he still clearly judged which of the streams would cause him and Ding Ning and the grandson. The real threat.

He lifted the wooden pole in his hand and slammed it against the sky above.

Hey!

The boring percussion of countless horrors sounded at the same time.

The cover of the sky, so that the great masters above the seven realms can not instantly pluck out the green flames of its cover, just as he simply picks the thorns and turns into countless sparks against the upswing . ┡╪┢┢.?.

The sparks that rushed upwards and the various flames that followed the followers hit again, and various explosions appeared in the sky. In a flash, a long river of horror was formed in the air, and there were countless people who could gather people. The body is easily torn into shredded flames.

These blazes are unresolved and give people a sense of disillusionment.

The face of the old man is also disillusioned in the flames.

At this moment, his movements showed a brief pause.

When Li Xixing took the letter and appeared in front of him, his hard-working but stagnation of the realm of the situation appeared loose, and every time was in the wonders of constant breaking. At this time, he was infinitely close to the realm of Wang Jingmeng’s death in Changling. The time and space in his mind was like being brought back to the Changling of the past. Many pictures that were even difficult to recall, they broke into his world. .

There are countless swords and swords in these pictures. The clearest is naturally the simple and powerful way of Wang Jingmeng’s sword that seems to be unreasonable.

Just as the moment of his movement appeared a short pause, a deep red flying sword had already broken through, and the shadow of the fireworks on the flying sword had been reflected on his forehead.

Ding Ning lightly coughed, his eyes naturally fell on the crimson flying sword.

The stick that stagnated in the air in the hands of the old man also naturally followed the sound of the cough and stabbed out along Ding Ning's eyes. ╪┟.[.

The crimson flying sword did not know how many times it trembled in a very short time. It changed the route of countless kinds of stabbing. The light and shadow of the edge of the sword edge even twisted together, just like a deep red clew.

However, this old stick of the old man seems to have foreseen the next movement of the flying sword. Even the position of the wooden stick has not changed, and it is easy to stab the crimson flying sword that came first.

With a bang, the deep red flying sword on the real yuan, the real element of the flying sword master was forced out.

The flying sword flew out and stabbed into the left shoulder of a rider who was rushing to the back of a snowman.

The rider is throwing a spear at all.

The flying sword stabbed the left shoulder of the rider. The rider fell over and fell to the ground. The body was instantly trampled into the plasma by the snow shovel in the back, and the spear in his hand was cast out and turned in the direction. Deeply wear a rider in front of him and a snowy hole under him and nail it on the ice.

A sled in the back couldn’t catch it, and it slammed into the sleigh that was nailed to the ice, and the bones of the teeth were sour, and the rider above was suddenly like a stone. When I flew out, I encountered some flames falling from the sky, and the inside of the body burned out.

Ding Ning did not go to see these pictures, his eyes fell to an empty space in front of the old man.

The old man’s tip also naturally pierced the place.

In the place where there was nothing left, a thin gray flying sword appeared, as if the moth was on fire, and it hit the tip of the old rod.

The thin Feijian sword piece was broken from it, broken into two pieces that were not uniform, and flew out obliquely. One of them fell on the neck of a rider, and the head of the rider was easily cut.

Ding Ning still did not look at that place.

His gaze continually fell to the old age, and the old wooden stick fell with his gaze.

The movement of the stick is smooth and natural, and the whole body of the old man, including the mind and perception, naturally becomes smoother than ever.

He grasped the sword meaning used by Wang Wang’s dream when he entered the Changling, the easiest and fastest way to kill, but at the moment it is still somewhat difficult to understand, when his wooden stick once again with the eyes of Ding Ning When he fell, he turned his head and asked in a very respectful tone: "How could it be so fast?"

"Real fast is not only the ultimate fastness that can be achieved by the coordination of the body and the true elements. It is also fast in its own movement. It is also in line with the direction of our vitality. It is always faster to go against the wind."

Ding Ning regained his gaze and looked at his eyes of seeking knowledge. He said: "And the real homeopathy is not only to conform to the direction of the heavens and the earth, but also to adapt to the other's potential. Your fast plus the other party's fast, It is the real fastest."

The old man was enlightened and laughed. "It turned out to be the case."

Ding Ning also laughed. "The method of self-cultivation is different. The method of self-cultivation plus the sword of the Bashan sword field is that the old Wang Jing dream is not as fast as you."

"Even if you are faster than you, there will never be any high. This kind of sword meaning, if it is not such a cultivation, you will be with this... otherwise, even if you know this, who can learn? Who can give such a sword meaning?"

The old man took a ceremony with Changling etiquette, and he turned around.

When he and Ding Ning completed such a conversation and completed such a gift, the snow shovel that had come close had fallen.

Ding Ning's gaze no longer falls around the old man.

The old man no longer needs his belt.

The piercing of the old wooden stick, although it looks very clear, does not give an amazingly fast feeling, but in fact has achieved the fastest in the world.

......

The other end is the edge of the lake.

The ghostly army has never acted.

Even when all the riders on the ferrets and ferrets dies and become sculptures on the ice, the army is always waiting quietly.

Until the radiance of all the symbols was completely annihilated, the frozen lake was re-emerged in the darkness, and a deputy who was behind the leader of the army immediately bowed to the general's body and whispered: "No one can resist this bitter blow, all of them will die tonight... but it doesn't matter, as long as the general can live."