MTL - The Sword Dynasty-v8 Chapter 99 consult

The stream of water wrapped around the line of fire and fell into the river.

There is hardly any sound, only white smoke rises.

The river was dry for a while, and the bare riverbed was like a piece of land that had been short of water for a long time.

At the next moment, the water in the moat was poured out more violently, colliding with the water coming from other places in the river, which ignited a clear white wave.

When the water vapor floated to the upper air and was cold, more raindrops fell.

Surrounded by the heavens and the earth, gathering the fires of all kinds of human beings, you can burn all the ovens of everything, and you are broken like this.

Looking at the city gates without even burning, I looked at the two people who were still quiet and opposite. Everyone inside and outside the city wall was shocked.

"It turns out that you can really break such a sword."

Raindrops fell on Zhao Miao's face, crystallized, like tears, she looked at Ding Ning, said.

"There is no unbreakable sword in the world."

Ding Ning looked at her and said calmly: "If there is a fight between life and death, there will be a post-trend."

"My teacher respected you only to think of such a sword in the past. It seems that I still don't know enough about my master." Zhao Miao slowly closed her eyes and her eyelashes kept beating. She said softly: "He doesn't want to kill." You just want to see if you can handle this sword."

Ding Ning’s eyes showed a slight sentimentality. “The killing itself is not the best way. If there is a feeling that each other can understand each other better than the sword, there are many things that need not be solved by the army.”

Zhao Miao took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at Ding Ning and said, "Thank you."

Her thanks are filled with a lot of things.

Ding Ning's sword response allowed her to have more insights on the kendo, but more importantly, she seemed to see the heart of her master.

Ding Ningwei returned to the ceremony.

Zhao Miao stopped staying and floated to her previous boat.

The water in the moat rushed out and surged. However, there was a long-term shallow snow. This boat was like another world, still quietly leaning on the side of the boat where the long-term shallow snow was located.

At this time, Zhao Miaoyi fell back to the small boat. This small boat was like an arrow from the string, and went down the river to the river. In a flash, everyone on the wall saw only a petite back.

Ding Ning looked at her back and her eyes were full of emotion.

He can see that Zhao Miao has gone this way. There is a kind of grievance that has passed away. If there is no accident, perhaps this Mr. Zhao Si and the practitioners of Zhao Jianhao may not go back to the disputes of the world.

Just to please him and admire is that she should have great achievements in the future, and her master should only be a matter of time.

There is only one person left on the gate of the city gate.

But at this time more people noticed the boat that stayed on the water.

Many people began to determine the identity of the long-term Sunshine on the ship.

This evokes more memories.

However, the things in the memory are clearly in front of you, but this can bring more fear to many people.

In the crowd somewhere on the wall, the face of a practitioner is extraordinarily pale.

From the outside, he is at most forty years old, but from a certain taste of his body, he is far more than this age.

He cringed down and seemed to want to not notice himself.

However, the official robes of Zhengwu in his body are very dazzling.

Throughout Changling, Zhengwu Division did not have several official titles on his existence.

Even when he was full of the urge to escape, Ding Ning’s eyes had fallen on him.

"An Zhenyun, what do you want to say to me?"

Ding Ning and the senior official of the Zhengwu Division were separated from each other, but Ding Ning first asked him.

Many people present were not surprised.

When the elders changed, including the later Bashan sword field, many of the troops originally belonging to the Bashan sword field rebelled, and some of the army’s generals made orders to make many people chill, letting their entire army Send to death.

One person, one command, has pitted the entire army that he commanded.

Just because the army is the army of the Bashan swordfield.

An Zhenyun is one of those generals.

It’s just that An Zhenyun didn’t think that there would be a time to face the Bashan sword field again. I didn’t expect to face that person again.

Without any hesitation, when Ding Ning’s eyes fell on him, An Zhenyun had already begun to escape.

His body turned into a gust of wind, plunging into the depths of Chu.

He knows that he can't be Ding Ning's opponent, but he is also a practitioner of the seven realms. If there is no enemy between the seven realms, he will have a great chance to escape. The most important thing is that he is a pilgrimage official of the Daqin dynasty. Some military and practitioners are swaying in the face of the former military god. As long as Ding Ning does not enter the city, these troops and their practitioners will not even Shooting, but if Ding Ning is as if nothing is going into the city, these people's attitudes will be different.

However, just between the moments, he felt a strange smell.

It is not that the threat of death is imminent, but that the whole world is too quiet.

He glanced back and made his body inexplicably stiff. He saw that Ding Ning did not chase him. He still stood quietly on the roof of the city gate.

"I am leading the Bashan sword field, although it is also used, but if it is a dead war, it is a leader, and there is no retreat."

"Now is the practitioner of Daqin really so unbearable? If so, even if he wins the world, he loses his face."

"If you want to fight, you will fight, don't drive deployment, let others fill your way."

"If you don't dare to fight, you will leave the city, but you must know how to be ashamed."

Ding Ning's voice sounded, although not sorghum, but it was incomparably clear into the ears of all who saw him.

When these words were said, the last flower remnant sword was suspended on the side of Ding Ning, reminding everyone of the original life of the sword.

The bodies of countless people trembled.

Many years ago, the Daqin dynasty was not strong relative to the various dynasties. However, the Bashan sword field dominated the reforms. Wang Jingmeng and the Bashan sword field many swordsmen first taught the Qin people to bravely, and then taught fairness and shame.

Was it fair to the Bashan swordfield later?

When it is, everyone is proud of being a Qin person, not just because the Daqin force is the most tyrannical.

Now Changling, now Daqin, is it the same as before?

"Jing Yun Jian Yuan Qiu Yin Che, please!"

A murder sounded.

One person plucked from the wall and pressed a sword light to Ding Ning.

Ding Ningwei, holding the end of the sword, cross the chest for the ceremony, and then swing the sword.

A cracking sound.

The end of the foil easily tore the man's sword light, like a wave on the man's chest, the person from the air shot down.

"Qishan Jianyuan is on the verge of Jun, please."

Another sword light flew up and rushed to Ding Ning.

Ding quietly does not move, return to the ceremony again, out of the sword. 8