The Sword Dynasty

"Improve the repaired medicinal medicine... such a sword... How many secrets are hidden in your body!" Su Qin said with a mad smile.

Ding Ning calmly said: "This has nothing to do with you. The key is that your hand with the sword is now abolished. I can see that you are born to be left-handed, so even if you change your right-handed sword, the natural disadvantage will make your sword very mediocre."

Su Qin’s smile disappeared, and his face began to be paler than the ghosts in the picture.

The head of a Qingteng Jianyuan quickly ran out of the vines and took the medicine box to Su Qin.

"Do not come near me!"

However, it was not really close. Su Qin looked at the **** left hand, but like a wounded beast, he gave a hysterical embarrassment to the teacher of the Qingteng Academy.

The teacher of the Qingteng Jianyuan paused and frowned.

He is closer to the battlefield than those on the viewing platform, so he sees more clearly what is happening here.

"And don't say that this is what you are doing."

His eyes were cold and indifferent to Su Qin, whose emotions were completely out of control. He sneered: "From today, do you think that you are still the genius who needs to turn many people in Zongmen around you?"

After saying this, he no longer cares about Su Qin, who is still bleeding on his hands, and turned to the place where Nangong Cai and Liu Yangguang fought.

Liu Yangguang has already lowered his sword.

He had the power to resist the swords of Nangong. However, at this moment, the battle between Ding Ning and Su Qin was over, and the courage left in his body had disappeared.

"I surrender."

He lowered his head and said to the Nangong pick.

"Little teacher... Su Qin..."

Zhang Yi did not think that there would be such a situation. He did not want Ding Ning to suffer any damage, so he just turned a blind eye to the real yuan and wanted to get rid of the entanglement of ink dust as soon as possible, but because of his generosity, he did not I am willing to see such a bleak result as Su Qin.

He knows very well that it is the most serious punishment for a practitioner from a genius who falls to a scrap that is not as good as an ordinary practitioner.

......

The result of this battle was too unexpected, and even the dust stopped.

In his sight, before the heroic, it seems that everything is in his control of Su Qin, and now the same as the ghost of Su Qin is exactly like two world people.

He looked down and saw the sword in his hand.

The one who owns Xue Pujian and the former himself are also two very different people.

Just give Snow Pujian to his own people, I hope that I can stop Ding Ning's victory.

So now Su Qin defeated, Liu Yangguang defeated, he seems impossible to beat Zhang Yi, what effect on the final result, but he still feels that he must do something.

So he raised his head.

While Zhang Yi was still worried about how this was good, and there was nothing that could cure Su Qin’s arm, his body had turned into a gust of wind, swept by Zhang Yi’s body and rushed to Ding Ning.

Almost everyone did not expect that the dust would have such a move in the event that the outcome was already doomed, so even the head of the Qingteng Academy on the side was a glimpse.

"you!"

Zhang Yi is obviously a glimpse. He can't understand why the dust is doing this.

"You are not good."

But he absolutely does not allow the dust to cause damage to Ding Ning. At the moment when such sounds sound, his whole body has turned into a squally wind.

With the gust of wind, there is heavy rain.

In his hand, the sword with a warm and jade shape, in this moment, countless swords and shadows turned into heavy rain, chasing the dust from the rear, and wrapping the ink.

The eyes of the ink dust faded.

He did not have a sword again.

Because Zhang Yi’s sword made him understand that Zhang Yi’s beginning was true, Zhang Yi was much faster than him. He could not get rid of Zhang Yi and caused any threat to Ding Ning.

Numerous stormy swords sprinkled around him, crushing countless leaves on the ground around him.

Zhang Yi took the sword and the figure fell in front of him.

"It’s Bashan Night Rain Sword... Rain Spoon!"

On the viewing platform, Di Qing's eyebrows frowned and turned to look at Xue Forgetting. He said softly: "This is the sword that must be burned in the early years of Yuanwu."

Xue Forgiveness looked at his slight smile, with a hint of arrogance that could not be concealed. "There are many swords in this, and there are still many holes in the cave of Aries."

"I don't think that you are right, but I have to admit that even as an opponent, you are a respectable opponent." Di Qingmei turned his head and sighed.

Su Qin fell on the numerous holes in the ground with a mad look.

Feeling the speed and power of Zhang Yi’s sword, he finally understood that the modestness of Zhang Yi’s day is truly modest.

I thought that if I had a fair showdown, I couldn’t even beat Zhang Yi. He laughed again, the laughter was very incomparable, and the look was strange.

......

Zhang Yi frowned, originally wanted to say something, but looked down at the head and untied the dust of the body, he closed his mouth, his face recovered mildly, no longer said anything.

However, Ding Ning is not as kind as he is.

Xue Xujian in the hands of the ink and his last move made him understand a lot of things in an instant.

"Is Fuling Jun bought you with this snowpiak sword?"

He looked at the ink with ridicule. "So you are a confidant, even at this time, you want to fight and see if you can kick me out of the top three?"

The ink is silent.

"Snow Pujian may be as heavy as life for you, but for a character like Liling Jun, it is only a relatively beautiful arrangement. Use this method to deal with a wine shop boy who does not pose a threat to him at all. ...you don't think that he is too good, he doesn't have such loftyness." Ding Ning looked at him, sneer and sneered softly: "Is it hard to tell him, get into an opponent like me, I will definitely let He regrets it."

Zhang Yi, who was in the middle of the ink, heard the words of Ding Ning. The brow that he had just loosened was wrinkled again. He turned and sorrowed and persuaded: "The younger brother, Fuling Jun is not right, but you are not talking fast, no What do you mean."

Ding Ning calmly said: "There is a quick word in the mouth of the tongue. If something is said, it will make you feel happy and happy. This is what it means."

"Little teacher, this seems to be a bit wrong." Zhang Yi whispered softly: "But I can't convince you."

"My life is actually unreasonable."

Ding Ning raised his head and looked at the sun that seemed warm and not so dazzling in the late autumn. He said softly in his heart, and his face showed some satisfying smiles.

The trial of the sword sacrifice is an important step for him to be exposed to the sunshine of Changling.

This step was finally completed according to his expectations, and many traces of the wall on the side of his infested house could be wiped out faster.

The viewing platform has once again calmed down.

The vines behind Ding Ning's squats, like the walls of the vines, made countless noises.

Many thick vines swim like water snakes, and countless vines wither.

The leaves are flying and the vine wall disappears.

In front of Ding Ning and Zhang Yi and Nan Gong Cai, there was a flat passage.

At the exit of the Sacrifice Sword Canyon at the end of the passage, there is a high platform. On the three branches of the vines above the high platform, three pieces of green fat jade are placed.

"Go."

Looking at the Nangong pick that had already finished the wound and Zhang Yi, who was still looking sad, Ding Ning began to move toward the high platform.

Until then, all the people on the viewing platform who were shocked by his sword reacted completely. This half-day-long Xuan, a refinery wine shop in January, truly became the ultimate winner.

The golden sun shone on his back and walked on his back on the flat avenue full of countless yellow leaves, which was extremely brilliant at this time.

However, I don't know why, looking at the broken sword on his waist side, watching him look a bit too calm, but Xierou's eyes can not help but sleek.

She inexplicably felt that every step of his thin body seemed to be extremely difficult.

Xie Changsheng next to her did not feel so much.

The "sister-in-law" who thought that he had called a lot of voices was so arrogant, so incredible, his face was also full of brilliant brilliance.

He turned and looked at the face of Gu Xichun, who had no expression on his face, and couldn’t conceal his triumph: "I still want to thank you."

"I hope that when you are at the Shushan Swords Club, you will also talk about what he can't do."

Then he said this to Gu Xichun, who turned into a statue in the sun.

Li Dao machine's face does not change, but his heart is also exceptionally satisfied.