The Sword Dynasty

Ding Ning looked at the icicles in front.

The ice shell on the lake is not much deep, but with the previous fierce battle, the frozen lake has cracked into countless pieces, and as the hot air of the hot lake continues to emerge, some cracks are beginning to grow.

In particular, this icicle was originally formed by the sword's intention. At this time, the slight cracks on the top of the crevice constantly reveal the white mist, and the thin and powerful sword is more and more obvious.

Ding Ning smiled with emotion.

He felt the strong desire of the sword to break the shell. &nb====Fiction===sp; This sword has been sealed for too long, the famous sword is like a beautiful woman, such a peerless good sword, how can I be willing to be frozen in this lake forever, not letting the world see myself Scenery.

This sword did not want to be trapped here forever, just for a sect to form a pool of swords.

It was originally a powerful sword, how can you see those swords, how to be willing to serve those swords?

This sword has been fighting, so this piece of ice will form such an icicle.

"Why do you know so many things in the past?"

At this time, a sound like a wild beast screaming, but suddenly sounded from the rear.

Ding Ning did not look back, but said calmly and clearly: "The root of the problem is not how I know it, but what is the truth. The problem is that you are still alive, with your current ability, as long as you want to check, you naturally know Those are the facts. I will leave it to you now, just give you a choice, you are willing to believe in lies and live, or live in a different kind of person."

Bai Qi screamed in the back.

No one can understand what he is yelling at this time.

However, Ding Ning can feel the same feelings of his experience at this time.

Just like the year.

"You should also be thankful that you have the opportunity to choose again." He said this in his heart.

Then he reached out and landed on the icicle that had been covered with cracks in front.

Kakaka...

It was just a faint breath that fell on the icicles, but it instantly made the icicles burst into horror.

The dim and turbid eyes of the old man suddenly brightened.

The countless shrill cracking sounds have been pierced into the depths of the lake. Then the sword at the bottom of the lake, which I do not know how to be imprisoned, suddenly vibrates. The vibration and struggle of the blade makes the sound of the behemoth angry and A feverish buzz.

There are countless lights on the frozen lake.

The entire square does not know how many lakes are like the numerous pieces that are cut into irregular irregularities by the sword light. The heat of the original lake bottom is only the ups and downs, thin and light. However, at this time, the white heat is like a fountain, like a wall with a kind of pleasure, rushing out from the bottom of the lake.

The water vapor quickly condenses at high altitude, freezes, and turns into numerous tiny ice crystals that hit the lake and creak.

Ding Ning's face is still calm, but with a strange look on the face.

He perceives the position of the sword, but at the same time he also feels countless powerful forces, such as a giant rope that is a dragon, and firmly locks the sword.

This giant rope is the strength left by the strong man of the former spiritual sword, the power of his life combined with the long-time practitioner of the sword, and the power of the array he arranged.

This power is extremely powerful, even more than seven.

However, at this time, Ding Ning only maintained his position of reaching out.

The whole icicle has been completely shattered. As the hot air at the bottom of the lake rises like a fountain, the broken ice pieces bloom for the first time and fly up.

A piece of borneol cut through Ding Ning's palm.

Ding Ning did not resist, let this piece of ice cut his palm.

There is no blood flowing out, but there are several pale streams, such as countless small silkworms piled up, dripping on the ice in front of his body.

There are countless rustling sounds.

These small silkworms reached the locked land of the sword at the bottom of the lake at an unimaginable speed, and then gathered on one of the giant ropes that held the sword. Then, like the mulberry leaf, the giant cable was instantly Bite off!

It just cut off one of the many forces, but Ding Ning just said softly, "I will see you now."

As he spoke in dialogue with the sword, a sword ran out of his fingertips and landed on the sword along the passages that the small silkworms had traveled.

This is an extremely simple sky-throwing sword.

It is the simplest sword in the imperial flying sword, just to let the sword fly up.

However, this simple sword fell on the sword, but the sword was completely live.

All the other giant ropes at the bottom of the lake broke completely at this moment.

There was a loud bang, and on the frozen lake, many huge ice cubes, such as houses, flew up, like many huge octopuses on the bottom of the lake hitting with negative pain.

The sword flew up.

A powerful sword was released, and all the legendary beasts in the distant glaciers and ice fields felt fear.

There was a circular abyss in front of Ding Ning, and then it was like a sunrise.

Countless bright light surpasses the speed of hot air spurting, rising from the abyss like a hot sun.

This powerful sword is running very slowly, just as someone is slowly pulling up the sword, but the first thing that appears in the bright light is not the hilt, but the tip of the sword.

The eyes of the grandson's shallow snow smashed.

It is not because the Jianguang is too glaring, but because the nine Nether King swords deep in her body are constantly shaking and feel the great oppression.

A long time ago, the judgments of Wang Jingmeng and Bashan Jianchang were not wrong.

The legendary sword of the sword of Lingxu Jianmen is indeed the most amazing sword in the world. It is even the best sword that can breathe the sword of the Nine Kings.

Only the standard of this sword is very strange.

The sword's blade is thicker than the average sword, and the length is slightly shorter than the average sword.

The color of this sword is only the color between ordinary cyan and iron gray, and there is no clear rune. The sword is only forged and smelted, leaving a natural flower-like folding pattern.

This sword is in the dazzling light, but it is simple to the extreme.

It is as simple as a thick iron ruler that has not been completely polished, and a sword tire that has not been finished.

Ding Ning smiled with emotion.

This is a sword that he has been waiting for for a long time, even a life that can be described as a lifetime.

He did not do any extra moves, but he left the mind at this moment without any reservation, and the emotions at this time were completely released, letting the sword feel.

All the sounds at the bottom of the lake disappeared.

The huge ice that was shaken by the powerful force was falling, and there were shocking impacts everywhere.

It’s just that the world of these four people on the lake seems to have been completely quiet at this time.

Extremely natural, the sword that broke away from the bottom of the lake fell into the hands of Ding Ning.

Ding Ning took the hilt of the sword.

The old man stopped breathing and looked at this picture incredulously.

Only a practitioner like him can clearly perceive the shackles of breaking away from the strong sword and the strength of the power of the strong man, even if it is difficult for him to be short. Do it in time.

"Sword is a friend, a confidant." Ding Ning knew his incomprehension, slowly turned around and looked at him, saying: "Only if it has life, when it has life, both sides can follow their minds to get real The greatest help, the meaning of the sword, is the meaning of the sword, and the practitioner’s own intentions fall into the same place, in order to exert the strongest power."