The Sword Dynasty

The weather was fine, the sun warmed through the curtains, and fell on the face of the camper Momo.pbtxt.

Mo Ying has a very fortitude, and his temperament is very similar to Liang Lian. He and Liang Lian, a group of generals who belonged to the younger generation in the army, have a lot in common. In the final analysis, they all grew up in the era of the Bashan sword field.

At that time, the generals of the Bashan sword field were not as desperate as the practitioners of Zhao Jianhao, but they had the firm belief that the other generals could not match. Cold, resolute, brave, fearless... These are the temperament that prevailed in the practice of the Bashan sword field.

In the growth experience, Mo Ying also has a very similar situation with Liang Lian.

Liang Lian used to be a very ordinary driver, and Mo Ying was a very ordinary pharmacist. He even did not even count on the battlefield, but was responsible for deploying some basic hemostatic agents.

Both of them finally became powerful practitioners because they had contacted the strongman of Bashan sword field.

The most similar thing is that both of them betrayed the Bashan sword field and soon they have a very high status.

Liang Lian is in charge of about half of the military strength of Changling's defense army. It is only the last step away from Fenghou. As for Mo Ying, he follows Wei Hou, the most heavily-respected general under Wei Hou, and the power is second only to Wei Hou.

The only difference is that Liang Lian has been in Changling before, and Mo Ying has been leading the army, and Mo Ying really has the pro-pass of Bashan sword field, whether it is combat experience or personal cultivation, it must be high. Out of the beam.

Even Liang Lianglian is seeking to become the 14th princely prince of the Daqin dynasty. Such a military dignitary that is stronger than Liang Lian naturally has the possibility of sealing the prince. For many years, Mo Ying has been willing to succumb to Wei Hou and lead Wei Hou. The real reason is only known to him.

Although the sun is warm, the wind is cold.

Mo Fire put down the military briefing that had been seen several times, and licked the tea on the charcoal stove next to his mouth. He saw a few yellows on the ground in the corner of the camp, but he had grown up unconsciously. A few yellow wildflowers, he really felt a little warm.

The spirit of the human being, it is easy to get tired after a little loosening.

He felt a little tired, sighed softly, and licked some swollen temples. pbtxt.

After all, it was a little old, and the energy was no longer ten years ago.

But these exhaustion and sighs only lasted for a short while.

The yellowness in his eye vision disappeared, and the yellow flowers that were still alive before several breaths turned into a faint white, just like a man's horns.

The sudden coldness in the cold wind is not just the water vapor in the air.

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The quick condensation is frost, and even with a strange taste, the water in the green grass and flowers is squeezed out and frozen on the surface.

Such a hegemonic and violent intrusion can only come from the killing of powerful practitioners.

There were a few more wrinkles on Mo Yan’s face. He put down the slightly hot tea cup, and when he reached out and lifted it, he had a dagger on his front.

This short sword is only one-third of the length of the ordinary Daqin-style long sword. The whole body is very similar to the green of the green grass sprouts. The blade is full of shredded white runes on the hilt, like a tender one. A cluster of white flowers growing in the grass.

This sword has been sealed a lot, and there is no injection of energy at this moment, and the color is particularly bleak.

Mo Ying watched the time when the sword was dying and raised his head.

A sharp sword was formed in the air in front of him, and a thick curtain was cut off neatly on the upper edge and dropped to the ground.

A large piece of sunshine broke into his eyes, and a pair of men and women came out of the camp.

The camp where he is located is where the command center of the Qin army is located. It is not known how many sentry cards are placed around. However, it is shocking to see that this pair of men and women are blatantly appearing in the sun without any cover. The practitioners in the camp only found the figure of the two men.

The woman is slender and dressed in an ordinary cyan robes. The face seems to be chilling and snowy, making it impossible for her to see her.

The man who walked side by side with him went to Changling’s ordinary black robes, but his face was covered with black scarves.

Mo Jian’s short sword on the front case shocked a bit. When he saw the female repair, he had already confirmed the identity of the other.

As the commander of an army, there is an uninvited guest. At this time, he should be when he orders, but he does not move, but keeps silent.

"stop!"

A shout of screams filled with threats rang in the military camp.

Even though most people in the military camp could not know the origin of the coming people, the two dynasties were fighting, and suddenly two strange practitioners came straight to the gate of the camp. Anyone would feel inexplicably surprised. .

One man, one woman and two practitioners did not seem to hear the sound of the golden cracked stone. They still walked forward with the original pace. "put!"

Without any hesitation, another loud voice accompanied by many screaming sounds.

The arrows with hundreds of arrows on the faint flames fell like rain, burning the heavens and the earth in the gate of the camp, but the most threatening, but a flying sword hidden behind one of these arrows.

This flying sword is extremely sinister

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And a stable posture, flying in the vortex behind the arrow, did not make any extra noise, and did not even have any effect on the arrow in front.

This is an extremely powerful control of the flying sword, even beyond the limits of the real yuan, and in many cases is enough to kill the practitioner who is stronger than the master of the flying sword.

When the Feijian quietly fell with these arrows and approached the distance between the two practitioners, the two practitioners still did not react.

However, in the next moment, the woman's body has more flying boulder. These boulders shine in the sun with a deep gray and blue-black color.

噗噗噗噗

A dense, low-pitched sound.

The arrow that really fell to the woman and the body of the practitioner next to her was broken, with the sword flying behind the arrow, seemingly quiet, but actually hiding and containing the powerful heaven and earth. At the same time broken.

For the ordinary practitioners, the powerful flying sword and these arrows, there seems to be no difference for this woman.

In the normal person's thinking, if such an arrow is a falling stone, then such a flying sword should be a hill.

How can there be no difference between a falling rock and a hill to a person?

At this moment, time is like a pause, and the military camp is dead.

The bang banged.

The battalion made of heavy and coarse wood broke open, and the pieces of wood were scattered like pieces of broken ice.

The man and the woman walked into the camp in the big hole that broke open.

At the next moment, an angry voice sounded. Any sergeant is very clear that as long as the powerful practitioners go deep into the camp, some powerful weapons will no longer function because of the accidental injury.

Five practitioners greeted them for the first time, and pressed the real elements of the body without any reservations.

Five different energies, such as the five waterfalls, rushed to the two.

The woman did not look around, but simply extended her hand and made a sword-swinging action.

The squally sudden stop and everything was frozen.

The entire military camp was quiet again.

Everyone saw a deep and unimaginable blue-black filled with eyes, such as an abyss being pulled from the ground and thrown to the bright sky at the moment.

This deep to the extreme color comes from a sword that was born in the woman's hand.

In the next moment, the figure of the five practitioners was cut from the waist to two, and the sound of the snow and ice fell on the ground.

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