The Sword Dynasty

Vol 8 Chapter 227: Burning palace

The fire rushed over the ground and the temple

Yuan Wu perceives what is going to happen. He wants to stop this from happening. He wants to kill the net glass that he still stays in the temple, but he can't do it at all.

His most important consideration is his life and death.

The raging fire is lingering in the stars.

Zheng Sleeve remains in his body, and at this time he dances around him, more fierce than ever.

At this time, the more direct penetration of his knowledge of the sea is the killing of the net glass.

He finally understood that this Changling, who is recognized as the first talented person, will never change his mind because of other people's ideas.

If she had the chance to kill herself at this time, she would not have the slightest hesitation.

The net glaze is just like this.

She knows that killing Yuanwu will make the last obstacle of Tianxia unified, which will save a lot of time, and it will be less but a lot of trouble.

Therefore, she did not even think about Ding Ningfa’s sword decree at this time. She did not think about the incident of Ding Ning and Yuan Wu’s battle. She wanted to try to kill Yuan Wu directly.

In the lingering spark, she slowly stood up.

There are endless fears in Yuan Wu’s eyes.

After he finally got Ding Ning, he had another existence that really made him feel full of fear.

His body was squatting in the spark of fire, and the water in the flesh and blood was dried up a lot. It seemed to be extraordinarily dry, but at this moment, he finally squeezed out his last glimmer of power and thought of the only self-help. may.

A loud bang.

A wall behind his dragon chair broke open.

A lifeless figure rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

This is Huang Zhenwei.

Or Huang Zhenwei, who is already dead.

Huang Zhenwei’s body fell in front of him, and then a sword was created, pierced the sea of ​​fire, and fell to the clean glass that had already gone.

The net glass brows are deeply picked up and stretched out to draw forward.

The vast majority of the sparks in this temple were towed at this moment, turning into countless sharp swords, and continually sprinting on the sword that Huang Zhenwei came face to face.

The vitality has already sounded a loud sigh in the palace of porridge.

There was another blood in the lips of the net glaze, and her body smashed the door behind him. As the rushing airflow continued to fly back and forth.

Huang Zhenwei's feet plowed the ground, and his hand had already held Yuanwu, who was going to fall down, but he still couldn't stop falling.

The ground under his feet continued to burst, and the whole person was smashed out of this palace with Yuanwu, and he withdrew from the place where he broke into the wall.

The moment when his figure retired from the palace, this sleeping palace, which had been burning everywhere in the raging fire, collapsed and smashed.

The gravel ignited a flame that was difficult to extinguish, such as the volcanic eruption of the volcano falling into the new gorgeous palace under the mountain.

Flames ignited everywhere and burned everywhere.

Huang Zhenwei also burned a lot of things on his body. The fire burned his body and gave off a smelly barbecue.

Countless exclamations and broken sounds sounded in this palace.

Many practitioners have fallen.

But when they saw Huang Zhenwei and Huang Zhenwei's approaching coma Yuanwu, their bodies could not help but tremble fiercely. Their hearts were full of panic and stunned. They didn't know whether to go to the fire for the first time, or What to do.

The net glass fell from the sky.

After she fell to the ground, she could not control her figure when she landed. She fell to the ground and was covered in blood.

More than a dozen practitioners in this palace are not far from her body. There are many swords in this space, and these practitioners should have the ability to kill her.

However, no one shot.

A young practitioner is closer to the net glaze of the landing than they are.

The young cultivator wore an ordinary cloth, but he had many swords on his back, and the fire clearly illumined his persevering face.

This makes it easy for these practitioners to recognize his identity.

He is a solitary.

If it is only the son of a princely family, even if it is not known what is happening now, the practitioners in these palaces will never let him and the glaze leave easily.

However, when these practitioners were slightly stunned, a middle-aged man coughed softly, then nodded at them as they looked, and shook his head.

That person is not a solitary prince, but it is another princely in the 13th Hou of Daqin.

And all these practitioners have seen the meaning that this prince wants to express at this moment.

Nodding is a gesture for his high-ranking person, and shaking his head is to signal that they should not intervene, leaving the solitary white and the net glass to leave.

Then the swordsmen who flew in this space hang down in the space, dimming the color.

These practitioners have identified a rumor.

The remaining princes in Changling City have already acquiesced in the conditions of the Bashan swordfield.

Several carriages are waiting for the solitary white and clean glass outside the Afang Palace.

One of the carriages is large, very arrogant and big like a house.

This carriage originally belonged to the Changling Imperial Palace and should be used by Yuanwu.

However, when Du Gubai helped the glass into the carriage of the carriage, the net glass saw a lot of familiar faces.

Not only are there young people waiting to help her heal, but also waiting for her in this carriage, there are Bai Lisu Xue and Ding Ning, and even Xie Changsheng.

Net glass first looked at Xie Changsheng.

Xie Changsheng suddenly understood her meaning, could not help but slap the face, coldly said: "Do not think that I am not qualified to sit here waiting for you, you do not think that you are the biggest credit for promoting these things, I have done Many things, you can't think much about it."

Listening to his words, the net glass really thought about it seriously, then nodded, "It is also."

Xie Changsheng’s face suddenly eased. “Today’s things, of course, I have to watch a lively event.”

But he didn't expect it. The net glaze was not cold or not, and suddenly he said, "But I heard people say that you brag, saying that you might make me look at each other. Maybe it might make me feel good about you. ?"

Xie Changsheng’s face was reddish, and his heart was extremely embarrassing, but it was thick and cheeky, and he sneered. “There is, even if there is, it’s been young and ignorant, I have never seen the world.”

"It's done very well." When the net glaze no longer pays attention to him, and greets Bai Lisu snow, Bai Lisu Xue seriously recites and whispers.

"Do you believe me so much? Don't you think that I might deal with you with Yuanwu?" Net glass turned to look at the smiling Ding Ning, said.

"Only the weak will only yield, but the most important thing is that even if you really join forces with Yuanwu, I don't think I can deal with it." Ding Ning smiled.

"I killed Li Sihe and dealt with Yuan Wu. In fact, they all borrowed the hands of Zheng Shou. If there are people I admire in the world, Zheng Shou can be regarded as one of them. I helped burn this palace and make the fire more prosperous. I know that you can do it." When she completely relaxed and closed her eyes to accept the use of green sputum, the net glass said this to Ding Ning. Rw

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