The Sword Dynasty

"Fortunately, Jiu Ning Ming Wang Jian, fortunately, the Grand Miss of the Gongsun family. ╡╡┞. [". c?o{m"

This general is the killing of the commander of the army, Bai Qi. He glanced at Ding Ning and his eyes fell back to Chang Sunshue. He said: "It is not everyone who is interested in this situation to talk to the enemy."

"In a sense." His gaze fell on his body, and he said: "Wang Jingmeng represents the Bashan sword field, and now you represent the Bashan sword field."

His clothes have frozen blood.

Although the wound on his body is no longer bleeding, the injury caused by the battle of the old man is much more serious than a **** wound that is transparent before and after.

In such a cold and lacking of heaven and earth, he does not have much time to waste.

Ding Ning heard the scorn of Bai Qi, but he looked at Bai Qi very peacefully and said: "The Bashan sword field is never afraid of accounting, but at least to figure out where the account comes from."

Bai Qi slowly looked up and looked at the night sky above. He said indifferently: "A person who can live can count."

It doesn't make sense to settle accounts with the dead.

Ding Ning understands that Bai Kai means that he is the one who can be accounted for, and Ding Ning and his grandson, Xue Xue, including this old man will die here.

However, Ding Ning naturally does not think so.

He looked at Bai Qi, who slowly looked up at the night sky above him. He didn’t talk to Bai Kai again, but he was facing the long-haired Sun Xue in front of him. He said with his voice that only he and his grandson can hear it: "He is now Confidence comes from Zheng sleeve. It is extremely cold, it belongs to your field, but it is also very high. The strength of the heavens and the earth is very thin, but it is closer to the starry sky. It is easier for the stars to fall, so this is also the field of Zheng sleeves. ┢╪.<."

"Zheng Sleeve has been renewed, so I won't interfere with her battle, otherwise she will know that I am not dead."

Looking at the long-term Sunshine, who suddenly turned his head, Ding Ning then said seriously: "You have no advantage for Zheng sleeve here... but you wanted to have a chance to fight with her many years ago. You have been waiting in Changling for these years. I have a chance to play with her fairly, so I have confidence in you."

"You have confidence in me, of course I will win."

The long-term grandson Xiao Xue laughed very rarely.

She has always been noble and cold, but in this smile, she has a feverish taste!

As early as many years ago, she was unwilling, and she did not feel that she would lose to Zheng Shou.

However, Wang Jingmeng has accepted Zheng Shou, she is better than the sword, and does not have any meaning.

So she was proud to go away and left Changling alone.

When the Gongsun family was destroyed, she thought that she was from the hand of Wang Jingmeng, and she turned from love to hate, and could not forgive Wang Jingmeng.

However, Wang Jingmeng died in Changling and she returned to Changling.

In Changling, she didn't want anything else. What she thought was the chance to fight with Zheng Sleeve, and then kill Zheng sleeves!

In the past many years, this is even the only meaning of her life.

......

In the black sky, a lot of starlights suddenly appeared. ┢╪┝╪┡.(.

Because it is very close to the sky, this star is very large and very demon.

At this moment, the brightest stars are unusually pale.

Then the stars that seem to reach out can be burned, and the flames are heavy and fall.

A life-threatening breath is released from the front of Bai Qi.

There was a real sword in his hand.

The sword is long and transparent, without any runes, like the unusually pure white crystal, but born with a cold indifference.

When the white sword is on the chest, the sword is like a mirror.

The pale sparks of the stars fell on countless beams and fell on his sword.

"Every time is like this... Is it really good to use so many people?"

Ding Ning thought of Gu Huai and thought of more people. He sneered and shook his head.

Bai Qi calmly pushed forward the sword.

At this moment he seemed extremely relaxed.

Because this is not his sword, all he has to do is to make a mirror and reflect this sword.

He believes that the hostess in the depths of the palace has already felt the breath of the Nine Kings sword, so the spark that fell on his sword is also cold but extraordinarily blazing!

Countless bunches of pale white fires fell on the mirror-like sword, flowing down the edge of the Jianfeng like a waterfall, forming a thin layer, parallel to the frozen lake, cut towards the long-sun light snow!

The smile of the grandson's shallow snow suddenly disappeared.

Just as a person's lips are thinner, they become sharper and colder.

Numerous bundles of stars are condensed into a layer thinner than snow flakes. It seems to be an ordinary cross-cutting, but with an infinitely powerful meaning.

She has not seen Zheng sleeves for many years, but at the moment she understands that Ding Ning had said yes to her before. In these years, Zheng sleeves are far more terrible than before. When she tried her best, she even had her imagination.

The blue color is flowing and accumulating in her right hand.

Nine Nether King Wang Jian was once considered to be the most fierce and coldest sword in the world. At this time, the power was released in the hands of the grandson and the shallow snow. The deep color continued to deepen, and the power of the shocking spirit was released. At a moment, the long-term Sunshine Snow has thrown away the secret swords of many Gongsun’s families, and also toss some of the strongest swords that she has cultivated in these years of practice. Instead, she used a sword that was not too special. .

The most fierce and coldest sword in her hand was gently drawn forward, like a pair of eyebrow pencils, which fell on the thin layer of sparks that came on the way.

This sword-like name is "".

This sword is entangled in countless Changling old things. It is the sword of the former Wang Wang’s dreaming sword that cut through Chen Guo’s son, Qing Qing.

This sword style is not difficult to comprehend. It is common for most swordsmen in Changling.

In the past, Wang Jingmeng won Ji Qingqing with such a common sword style. He crossed a face on Ji Qingqing, and more nature was humiliating.

At the moment, Sunshine Snow used such a trick because she really wanted to... I really wanted to use such a sword to put such a sword on Zheng Shou’s face.

Do you want a face?

This is her sword.

She has accumulated many years of sword meaning, representing her deepest obsession.

Therefore, the sword of this sword is strong, and in the eyes of Ding Ning at this time, it is impeccable, perfect and powerful to the extreme.

"咔嚓".

A thin layer of sparks suddenly burst out of a tiny spider-like crystal.

Then there are countless tiny crystals that are densely covered with this layer of sparks and spread to the sword of Bai Qi.

Bai Qi’s breathing suddenly collapsed.

He intuitively felt that his sword had been bombarded with countless giant mountains.

A beast-like savage naturally came out of his throat, his left hand fell on the hilt, and the blood splashed between the right palm of his hand, only to suppress the sword, not letting it fly out.

The fire broke.

It seems to be going back towards the stars.

It is like a burning white rope burning in the sky.

In the palace of Changling, there was a loud bang.

Zheng sleeves standing in front of Lingquan leaned forward and a blood rushed from her lips.

On the white lotus in the spring, the stars are dotted with many scarlet blood beads, rolling like dewdrops.