MTL - The Sword Dynasty-v8 Chapter 97 At that time

The firepower among these flame arrows is attracted by the sword of the other side, and becomes the trend of the sky. Under the universal sky, only the master of Zhao Jianwei can control the fire to such an extent.

The woman who is standing up from the boat is petite, and it is only the Mr. Zhao Si who is the legendary and the white mountain.

All the sergeants and all the practitioners on the wall could not imagine that the legendary Zhaodi practitioners were doing this in a blatant way. Many sergeants and generals even experienced a short-lived loss in this blazing moment. Some of the successor symbols, some sharp winds and the refraction of the flames, and some dull whistling sounds, dozens of swordsmen who had already waited on the wall reacted at the same time.

Many of Daqin's practitioners are relatively independent individuals in the novel army. They do not need military orders. They judge the situation in battle and take their own judgments.

The swordsman of Changling was originally brave and proud. Although it was shocked by the name of Mr. Zhao Si, at this time, Mr. Zhao Si’s appearance as no one stepped on the gate of the city gate completely ignited the fighting spirit of these swordsmen.

Dozens of flying swords took their own different sounds of breaking into the air and suddenly passed through the fire curtain.

Most of the flying swords in the military are good at hiding murders, especially good at matching.

The vast majority of these dozens of flying swords only brought a distinct swirling vortex when passing through the fire curtain, a faint flame, and then suddenly disappeared as if it did not exist.

In the air that was burned by the real fire, it is obvious that there are only a few violent kendos.

However, for the practitioners, the most threatening of Changling's flying swords is that those who disappear in a flash and disappear without a trace.

In the next moment, these disappearing flying swords may come from the tiles of the eaves, perhaps from the shadow of the soles of the feet, perhaps from a spray splashing from the water, or from a stream of fire falling from the sky. It was revealed and directly bullied Mr. Zhao Si’s body circumference.

Some flying swords may arrive at different angles at the same time. Some flying swords may deliberately be late, some may still hide insidiously, looking for the gap between the opponent's shots, or a moment when the real yuan is not flowing smoothly.

Dozens of Feijian Yu make the swordsman who can move with his heart, can change countless possibilities between one breath.

Dozens of flying swords are countless swords.

What's more, this is still the first group of swordsmen to reflect.

There will be more swordsmen gathered on this wall, and more swordsmen will be shot.

In the subconscious of these Changling swordsmen, no practitioners have been able to resist so many flying swords in front, so the powerful enemy of countless enemy countries can only escape and cannot stand up to fight after the discovery of the trail in Changling.

Therefore, in their view, even if Mr. Zhao Si does not retreat, he can only fight. It is absolutely impossible to continue to step into the gate of the city as before.

However, the reality of the picture is to make their eyes solidify again!

Zhao Miao did not manage these dozens of flying swords.

She did not change her position at all. She walked in the air and walked toward the center of the roof of the city gate.

Because she has Ding Ning behind her.

She has already shot a sword and resisted the symbols of the Qin army. The next flying swords are the things of Ding Ning, and have nothing to do with her.

A crack in the sound of "嗤".

A flying sword first sensed her power convergence, with a smack of unbelievable breath, suddenly accelerated, brought a slick-like sword in the air, castrated to her neck.

At the moment when this flying sword was awkward, she was a few weeks old and even a few dozen feet of space that seemed to be still calm. It suddenly became frantic and rioted.

Ding Ning's left hand left the waist.

In this turbulent space, there are quiet small white flowers blooming.

Everything seems to slow down.

A remnant sword picked the sword that was the first to be attacked. When the sound of a slap in the air, the ripples of water ripples in the air were very clear, and the sword of the remnant sword bloomed more. Small white flowers, floating in the air.

The flying sword was rotated and picked up, hitting another flying sword that had just flown out of the shadow of the eaves. The latter spattered and hit a flying sword that fell from the top like a comet.

In the eyes of all the practitioners, the remnant sword that continually blooms with tiny white flowers only picks up a few flying swords. The whole process is very clear. However, these flying swords fly out, but it instantly changes the overall situation.

Zhao Miao's body is surrounded by flying swords flying around, in the shuttle, but her body seems to have become a kind of magic to isolate the existence of these flying swords, no flying sword can fall on her body.

There is also no flying sword that can fall behind the owner of the sword.

All the flying swords are still flying in the air, but the owner of most flying swords even forgot to control their flying swords at this moment.

Everyone's eyes and perceptions are separated from Mr. Zhao Si's body and fall on Ding Ning behind her.

Those flying swords are still blooming in the air.

The disorder gives people an inexplicable clear feeling, just like every flying sword is in the position where it should be. The sounds of the flying swords colliding with each other, even like music, with a unique rhythm.

There is no real **** in this world.

However, at this moment, watching the body of Ding Ning, who was burned by the clouds, looked at the seemingly quiet remnant sword. Many practitioners felt that they saw the gods.

The bodies of the seven sects who have not yet taken the shots are constantly shaking, and there is a strong fear from the deepest part of the heart.

This stalked sword has already represented the identity of the other party.

And such a close selection of dozens of flying swords, just to prove that the other party is the return of that person.

Because there is only one person in the world, it is possible to break the sword with a sword and not to rely on brute force to clearly perceive the sword, the sword, and so break.

Like a miracle.

Two whispers were made on the eaves of the turret.

Zhao Miao and Ding Ning’s feet have already landed.

The two stood calmly at each end of the roof of the city gate, and the figure was so tall in the sky, in the eyes of these practitioners, it was like standing in the sky.

There are a lot of sound metal falling sounds.

There are flying swords on the ground, there are many soldiers in the hands of the soldiers, and even the array of methods to stimulate the law.

It’s not just the practitioners. When many sergeants reacted to who the person behind Mr. Zhao Si was, countless memories and an unspeakable emotion brought them to an era that seemed to have been annihilated. Heart.

It was at that time.

That person is their military god.

It is their **** of war.

It is the invincible existence of the pioneers.

It is the sword of the world that they worship and follow.