The Sword Dynasty

"Your skin and hair is from your parents."

Fusu no longer thinks about any reason that Ding Ning said, but hangs his head and says: "If my death can bury your enemies that make them worry, then I would rather die."

Ding Ning did not say anything else. His mood was very calm. In a sense, he was even a little gratified because he did not read the Fusu.

The darkness of this night seems to be extraordinarily long, and the dark shadows of the night enchanting are moving in the sky not far away, and the red eyes are like a wildfire in the darkness.

As time went by, Donghu Laojiao still did not pay attention, but these night magic novels in the sky were the first to feel a strange atmosphere, from the mere waiting for pure wait and bloodthirsty to become a Instigation against the unknown fear.

In the face of the crisis and the subtle changes in the strength of the world, the instinct of the vast majority of monsters even exceeds the powerful practitioners.

The anomalies of these monsters naturally awakened the number of guru who were waiting.

These several masters could not accurately capture the changes in the strength of the heavens and the earth, but in the next few breaths, they determined that this incomprehensible change in air and gas comes from the Donghu old man who is still closed.

The sky suddenly sounded loud.

It was amazing energy flowing, and it fluctuated with their violent mood.

The masters finally understood what Ding Ning was waiting for first.

Even Chang Sunshue did not really react until then. In the grand voice of the sky, she was also shocked to see Dong Hu, who was next to her, asked Ding Ning, "He is not healing, is breaking the border." ?"

“Break the world is the best way to heal.”

Ding Ning looked at her and said: "At this time, we have finally had a chance to live."

Eight Realms are a kind of mysterious and mysterious, and can't be speculated about the unknown field. The long-term Sun Xue believes that even Ding Ning is only a speculation before, and it is only until this time that it can be affirmed because of the previous Emperor Yuanwu. The battle, the old man who has touched the edge of the Eight Realms, finally grasped the opportunity of the break.

In the battle, it is not without precedent to break the border in times of life and death. However, in the history of the entire spiritual world, there are no precedents in the seven situations in the battle.

Donghu Laojiao has already shown signs of entering the eight realms. There have been changes in the air and the environment that are difficult to understand in the world.

There may be a second practitioner who has entered the eight worlds, and this eight-day practitioner is the waiter who guards Ding Ning.

However, at this time, whether it was Ding Ning or Chang Sunshue, there was no warm and relaxed expression.

Because no one can predict how long it will take him to break through, and the number of masters waiting for him will not allow him to break through.

The majestic sound of the mountain that was driven by the movement of heaven and earth in the sky instantly turned into a variety of sharp cuts and broken sounds, and then became a violent killing.

Between the life of Fusu and the eight enemies who made a great Qin Empire, these several masters made the same choice at the same time.

Ding Ning and his grandson, Shallow Snow, looked at each other deeply and then looked up at the sky.

They know that this may be their last time.

The long-term grandson waved his hand and pulled out a cold sword light.

The sword meaning contained in this cold sword light can not help but think of the cold water that the pool never touches in the lonely courtyard, or the winter season, the lotus flower that is always calm and flower-opened by the pool. But no one has ever stopped to walk in front of this plant.

This kind of sword is meant to wait.

A person is alone and waiting.

In the many years of Changling, the long-term Sun Xueshu did not know the true identity of Ding Ning. She was with the deepest love, and also had the deepest hatred.

She is waiting for the opportunity of revenge, and also buried herself, waiting for someone who will never return.

This is the sword that she has transformed in her ten years, and she is the strongest sword she has ever learned in Changling.

At such a moment, she took out the sword without hesitation.

The unbelievable screams and the screaming screams sounded at the same time.

This cold sword light easily cut a sword-like barrier like a giant Shenzhou, and directly cut off a master.

But at the same time, two swords like the penalty were also falling.

A glorious sunset glows to Donghu Laojiao.

A mist like a misty, falling toward the shallow snow of the grandson.

Ding Ning's throat swayed with **** suffocation, and his face surfaced with a bitterness.

His right hand was fretting, and countless silk swords were wrapped in the real elements that spurted out from his body, such as a fireworks bursting out in his hands.

The dancing silks stretch out like a floating string, and the air is full of fine white flowers.

These flowers penetrated the fog and directly destroyed the sword's vitality rules.

Numerous snoring sounds, this violent sword, there is no more power left when approaching the long-term light snow.

Ding Ning's lips began to bleed, and the wounds on his body did not flow out of blood, but the tears of flesh and blood were deeper.

The world in front of him is a bit stunned and his consciousness is a bit fuzzy.

He is already close to the limit. In these two swords that attacked Dong Huzhen and the grandson's shallow snow, he chose to block a sword that hits the shallow sun.

This is not because of the close relationship, but because he knows that the long-term Sunshine can't stop the sword at all, but the old man in the broken world has a hope that can block such a blow.

The air outside Donghu’s old man’s body collapsed suddenly, as if a crystal of crystal would burst.

This is obviously in the world of perception, and this old man has already noticed the advent of killing and has begun to react.

However, this kind of reaction is almost instinct. Donghu Laojiao seems to have no time to quickly break away from the moment of the upcoming break, and then block the sword.

Ding Ning’s heart instantly fell to the bottom of the valley.

Within ten square feet, even the old man himself had no time to stop the sword. Who else in the world might block this sword?

The death of Donghu Laojiao is equal to the death of him and his grandson.

Ding Ning didn't have time to say anything, or do anything else. He just subconsciously wanted to hold the hand of Chang Sunshue.

At this time, there was a sword light that started in the darkness of the distance, starting from the plains of the wilderness, with a hint of familiarity of Ding Ning, falling towards Dong Hulu.

The sound of anger was heard again in the sky.

When the sound of this exclamation sounded, the two swords had already met.

With a cracking sound, the two swords collided with each other, just as the crisp ice ribs were broken.

The starting point of the Jianguang was at least a hundred feet away from here, but the Jianguang within ten feet was actually intercepted by Jianguang, which was nearly a hundred feet away.

Until then, Ding Ning recovered his breath.

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