The Sword Dynasty

Full camp is quiet.

All the practitioners in this barracks can be sure that Ding Ning can't reach seven places, especially the practitioners who have teamed up with the long-term Sunshine, and it is certain that Ding Ning's life is very green, that is, he is promoted. Six lives are also a short time.

The gap between the six realms and the seven realms is even more terrible than the gap between the lower realms.

Because the seven realms are moving mountains, they are masters and they are enemies.

There are still high points between the seven sects. For example, Liang Lian lost Xue Xuexu’s sword in the same year. Zhao Wei died in the night and cold hands. Bai Shanshui and Zhao Sizhi’s flow can overcome most of the world’s seven realms. And some of the seven great masters who participated in the Lushan &&&&Fiction League even had the power to kill several names.

Mo Ying is seven.

Moreover, he won the seven realms of the Bashan sword field, and the strength is not the seven realms of the ordinary sect.

In simple terms, the real yuan is a different cultivation method to extract and polymerize the heaven and earth, and the sword is a different method of killing the enemy using the real yuan. The method of cultivating the true Yuan has a high and low level, and the method of murder has a high and low level. Within the seven realms, there is a high level of self.

The six realms to win the seven realities are themselves rumors, not to mention the upper echelons of the seven.

However, at this time Ding Ning said this sentence, no one in the entire military camp felt ridiculous.

Because he is a nine dead silkworm.

He represents the legend of Wang Jingmeng, the former Wang Jingmeng dream, and there are countless battle cases that cross the border and win.

Mo Yingli and Yiyin pressure, Ding Ning will go back and forth with the same reason, so Ding Ning responded at this time, and then brought the power of nine dead silkworms from legend to live in the eyes of everyone, it is more powerful. .

Mo Ying's pupil shrinks slightly, he looks at Ding Ning, and some appreciate the meaning, "Is it for you?"

Ding Ning did not repeat the previous words. The calm eyes fell on the sword held by Mo Ying, and said: "This sword is the object of the Bashan sword field. Today, since the Bashan sword field has driven you out of the division, this handle First you have to pay back the sword."

Mo Ying slightly bowed his head and looked at the short sword in his hand. He was silent and said: "The army attacked, the Chinese army was empty, and Miss Gong Sun was here again. You have the grasp of killing me, but now you are collecting it. You must return to the sword of the Bashan sword field first, but it is fair."

After saying this, he looked up and a soft breath came out of his hand, wrapped in the short sword and flew up to Ding Ning's body.

Ding Ning reached out and caught the dagger.

"Since you tell Zheng Zong some secrets of the sword, you should also be afraid of being made, so there is no confidence to use this sword, let alone to make this sword a sword, so this sword is so bleak. It is useless to leave this sword in your hand."

Ding Ning's eyes looked at the sword in his hand. When his voice sounded, the sound of the saplings, such as the silkworm cocoon, rang out in his body. In the military camp, countless heavy breathing sounds also sounded at the same time, and became a tide!

There is no strong wave of heaven and earth, but there is a pale flame that oozes from the right arm of Ding Ning's sword.

The pale flaming light is like a faint water light, and it instantly becomes a substance. Numerous small beams ooze from the skin of Ding Ning's robe, revealing the clothes and flowing into the dim short sword in his hands.

The sound of the silkworm pupa mulberry leaves becomes clearer and clearer. Everyone looks at the stream that is like a real thing. It is impossible to see the nuances of the eye, but even if this military camp is not a sergeant of the practitioners, listen. With such a sound, you can feel it. These flowing streams are the gathering of countless tiny silkworms.

The depths of the eyes of the more than a dozen practitioners who formed the battle were also full of fear and frustration.

In the old Changling, it is said that the nine dead silkworms fell into the hands of Wang Jingmeng, but Wang Jingmeng never revealed the nine dead silkworms, so that no one knows what the mystery of the nine dead silkworms is, and there are even many close Affirmatively, Wang Jingmeng did not practice nine dead silkworms.

This is the first time that the nine dead silkworms have appeared in the sun. Even if they only saw it, they are enough to make an unimaginable wave in the hearts of these practitioners.

Nine dead silkworms now, the pale beam is obviously with the characteristics of the ordinary yuan, pouring into the rune of the faint light green short sword.

The blade seemed to be shuddering with excitement, but in the hands of Ding Ning it was stable to the extreme.

When all the white runes on the sword are filled with pale white beams, the faint colors are melted like thin ice and snow, and quickly fade away. The pale green short swords instantly bloom with amazing brilliance, but the energy flowing from the swords is turned into a rich The yellow color turns into a blossoming yellow flower, which is extremely strong.

The intense and warm colors illuminate the pupils of all people, and even the figure of Ding Ning, who is wearing a dark black robes, is mapped to be dazzling and captivating.

"This sword is called warm spring."

Ding Ning looked at the thick and warm sword and slowly crossed the sword.

There are also countless colors in his eyes.

This sword is also a reunion for him, so his mood is absolutely not calm.

When Ding Ning took over the sword, the body began to flow like a silkworm, and the face of Mo Ying became cold and abnormal.

Cross-swords on the chest represent the invitation to fight, meaning that this battle can already begin.

The other party is only six, but the descendant of that person is repairing the nine dead silkworms. At this time, the mood is fluctuating, which is an excellent timing for him, so he does not hesitate to directly shoot.

A loud bang, a strong sense of life in his hands, a long shadow appeared.

The nature of Mo Yan repair is a sword, but the present in his hand is a gun.

A black lance with a black smoke blowing around it, a red flame floating in the smoke, like a flower blooming in hell.

"Magic Dragon Gun."

The long-haired grandson’s eyes flashed fiercely, and his brows blew.

This is the weapon of the old gatekeeper of the old gate. It originated from a ruins of a sect of the sacred dynasty. Regardless of the meaning of the weapon, the strength of the weapon itself is not inferior to the swords of the former Bashan sword field.

The ink-fired double-handed guns, flying some small blood beads between the two fingers, the strong real-life eruption that has not been seen for many years, makes the skin of his hands difficult to adapt, and has burst.

His face looked extremely chilly, and the rifle had just appeared in his hands, and a violent breath had already rushed toward Ding Ning.

The sound of the mountains moving naturally in the surrounding sky.

This is the natural sound of the massive world of the masters who moved in the mountains. At the same time, the violent atmosphere formed a real mountain.

A large number of invisible heaven and earth and the black smoke from the gun and the red shadow of the red fire condensed into the mountain, locking out any dodging position of Ding Ning. The strength of this mountain is far beyond the limit of ink and fire. Because this gun of the ink is a mast.

A mast can naturally pick up the weight that would otherwise be impossible to move.

Ding Ning’s clothes hunted.

The huge shadow is about to tear his clothes and body together and crush it into powder.

At this time, his mood was extremely fluctuating, but he did not panic, but he followed the mind and passed the feeling of incomparable volatility to the sword.

The sword of his sword is a reunion.

Many years later, reunion, resentment, especially with the weight of life and death, the mood is complicated to the extreme.

The beams that flowed through the blade violently vibrated.

The strong and colorful sword held in his hand began to vibrate violently. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net