The Sword Dynasty

When he said this sentence, this piece of heaven and earth was quiet, and even the breath of Sunshine Snow stopped the counting time.

"It’s not only the enchanting Zhao who will be able to drive the pro."

This sentence echoed in Ding Ning's mind. Of course, he understood what this sentence meant, and his face could not help but pale.

He looked at Sima and the passengers on the rut of his car, and he finally understood why the train was so strange, why the trainers and waiters were far from the master, for this. The war is not at all terrible, but it has an absolutely quiet atmosphere.

Because the novel is that these people are the guards from the palace, the breath is the so-called emperor that is contaminated with the emperor.

So this train is the emperor.

There was also a hint of embarrassment in the heartless mood of the East Huhu Gujing. He felt a sense of heart and looked to the side not far away.

There is also a desolate hill there.

The emperor's attendants and ruts are already here, but the Emperor Yuanwu is not here, but on the hill.

In the woods of the hills, there is an ordinary stone house, but at this time it has been arranged very neatly.

The Emperor Yuanwu, who wore a common cloth, was drinking tea.

A young palace lady stood in front of him and mentioned the teapot on the red clay stove to help him brew a cup of tea.

When Dong Hu was looking at the hill where he was, he had just picked up the samovar.

However, at the next moment, he took a sip and the samovar slowly fell in front of him. In this space separated from Dong Hu, there was a lot of crystal ripples, his body disappeared from the place, wearing After these ripples, they appear directly at the end of the train team.

His figure is like a sudden increase of objects in a still picture, directly filled in the eyelids, which makes people even have an unreal feeling of uncomfortable.

A bang.

When his body was still, the air between him and the hill was only a horrible roar, like a long wall that collapsed in an instant.

This is an unspeakable realm, or a realm that all seven heavenly masters cannot understand at the moment.

Even the natural world of his body is like the same dazzling light, making it almost impossible to look directly at his face.

Ding Ning slightly narrowed his eyes, and he looked deeply at the man in the cloth that appeared directly on the rut at the back of the team, the Emperor Yuanwu of the Daqin Dynasty.

Yuan Wu’s face has not changed since he was a decade ago, and the years seem to have left no trace on him.

Ding Ning's heart went deeper into the body, but strangely there was no anger and other negative emotions.

He did not expect to meet with Yuan Wu at this time.

The long-term Sunshue's double fists gradually tightened, her body was much colder than the snow outside her body, but the palm of her hand was still uncontrollable and pulled out of cold sweat.

She looked at Yuan Wu standing in the car.

Yuanwu's five senses and body are very common. Many years ago, she felt that Yuanwu was very common. However, such a seemingly ordinary person was step by step to the peak of the world.

At the time of the Lushan League, the masters of the world gathered together, and there were many Yuanwu scruples, and the air was hidden. However, when he was a sword, he was repaired for exhibition. At this time, he only needed to target Dong Huzhen and her and Ding Ning. The air machine is like a river and a mountain, overlooking the beings.

He glanced at Dong Hulu and said, "You are not my opponent, don't you work for the widow?"

His voice is very ordinary, but very majestic, there is a supreme taste, and even people can not help but feel that as long as he said such a sentence, Dong Hu will not refute, or even obey.

Because he is the most powerful and powerful emperor of this era.

Even if he really lost this battle and lost the land of several counties, the Daqin dynasty he owned still has a territory that is more than twice as wide as other dynasties.

The breathing of the nightingale on the mountain beam has also become slightly unsmooth. He has not officially met with Yuanwu for a long time. At this time, the strength of Yuanwu has caused unfavorable pressure on him.

However, Dong Huzhen shook his head and watched the Emperor Yuanwu say: "You have been hurt."

Sima was taken aback.

Many people in the rut have some vibrations.

After the Lushan Federation, the practitioners of the several dynasties carried out countless deductions. It was speculated that the Emperor Yuanwu was also injured in the Lushan League. However, the speculation was only speculation, and now I heard the powerful hardship of Donghu. It’s completely different to say it personally.

Yuan Wu’s brow was slightly picky, and there was no sigh of relief on the plain and majestic face. He nodded naturally. “It’s not like you, but you can’t be an opponent of the widow.”

Dong Huzhen thought about it and said: "Not necessarily."

Emperor Yuanwu no longer made a sound. He looked at Dong Hu's eyes in the air. The sound of the air slammed into his voice. His eyes seemed to turn into two bright swords, slashing the face of Dong Hu.

Dong Huzhen stood still, like a tree that had died for thousands of years, and there was no movement in the wooden stick held in his hand.

Two bright swords light disappeared invisible one foot in front of him.

But after the two swords disappeared, Dong Huzhen was stepping forward and took a step forward.

The wooden stick in his hand was lifted and a bang was heard.

In the void in front of him, there was a terrible force colliding with the stick in his hand, and it made a sound like a huge invisible giant clock.

Without any stop, his wooden stick was followed, and the figure of Emperor Yuanwu on the rut outside his Baizhang had turned into a virtual shadow, and the real body had already appeared behind him.

Emperor Yuanwu’s real hand has already held a bright yellow sword and stabbed straight toward the back of Dong Hu’s.

The energy in front of his sword's tip burst open, forming a crystal flower in the air, and the bright yellow light on the sword seemed to be too late to bloom.

The speed of this sword has surpassed the limits of the seven-level masters' cognition, and is as strong as the sword of the Lushan League.

However, the wooden stick in the hands of Dong Hu's still appeared in the right position, knocking on the sword of the sword.

This moment, like the Emperor Yuanwu divided into two, and at the same time from the front and the rear against the East Hu, the old man was stabbed a sword, but this Donghu old man actually completed two in a flash. The incident, the front block of the Yuanwu emperor's blow, and later smashed the Yuanwu emperor.

Huge dust waves rushed from behind the body of Donghu, accompanied by countless real bright yellow light.

The figure of Emperor Yuanwu on the rut and Dong Hu's body suddenly disappeared, and disappeared like a dream bubble, but immediately, the real body of Emperor Yuanwu has returned to the rut.

His brows wrinkled and his eyes flickered. It was in such a match that he was thinking about what was crucial.

"I didn't think that you have already been so strong."

When most of the people present did not return to the earthquake in this moment, he fixedly looked at Dong Hu, took a deep breath and said: "You can't have a widow, your fast. It is direct, it is to turn the whole body into your own world. In such a cramped world, you can keep up with the speed of the widows, but you can't have such a sword to comprehend... even the widow can't. Only one person once I can use the sword like this."

"That should be because of your reasons?"

Emperor Yuanwu’s eyes fell on Ding Ning’s body. His gaze was full of temptations and incomprehensible meanings. “You got his nine dead silkworm exercises, but how can he inherit his understanding on Kendo. ?"

Ding Ning did not answer his question, but he solemnly nodded to Dong Hu, who was in front of him, and then extended his finger. A few traces of the sacred sword spurred out from his fingertips, leaving a few lights. mark.

Most people can't understand his movements at this time, but there are several masters in the field who breathe in a moment and feel a mysterious and powerful inexplicable sword.

This is a trick.

The hustle and bustle of the East Husband also became brighter.

These traces of light fall into his perception, and it is a sword that he can only realize at this moment.

This trick is perfectly matched with the skill he has cultivated and the state at this time. He even has a strong gram for the sword of Yuanwu.

He knows that because of the pro-element of the Emperor Yuanwu, the opponents at this moment are too strong for them, so Ding Ning can not have reservations, and must do everything possible to find opportunities to win.

"The eclipse of the sky!"

The Emperor Yuanwu’s pupil contracted sharply. He drank the name of the sword. However, even he could only feel part of the sword, but only knew the name of the sword.

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