The Sword Dynasty - 150. Chapter 149

The blue-black sword light disappeared, and the figure of Changsun Qianxue appeared in front of Fan Zhuo.

Seeing that the true essence had been completely frozen, but Fan Zhuo still committed suicide by means of the unknown secret technique of the Yunshui Palace, the grandson Qianxue’s face did not have any triumphant expression, but a trace of dazed and sentimental appeared.

After all, it was the enemy of Emperor Yuanwu, but now there is one less.

She hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand to shake out a few breaths and fumbled on Fan Zhuo’s body, searched out all the things in Fan Zhuo’s shirt, and did not look closely, all of them were put into the sleeves.

In the next moment, in the world around her body, there seemed to be countless invisible but real lines appearing at the same time. A stream of extremely cold vitality was drawn out along these lines, and quickly dissipated between the sky and the earth. .

All the azure blue disappeared.

The icicle cracked and fell to the ground.

Changsun Qianxue’s brows furrowed deeply again.

She knew that at this time, the turret in the distance had definitely sensed the anomaly here, and there should have been cultivators coming here.

It’s just that she is really not good at many things, such as destroying corpses.

She pondered for several breaths, and then made a decision.

A majestic energies of heaven and earth was released from her body, shaking all the broken ice cubes that had been piled up in the surrounding towers into fine ice powder.

The violent wind whirled on the surface of the river, engulfing the ice and filling up all the caves.

But her body fell in the center of the shattered carriage.

The true essence in her body was supposed to be extremely cold, but as her face was slightly red, it was abruptly turned into an extremely hot stream by her.

In the next instant, countless scorching true essences centered on her body, sneered out, and instantly ignited countless raging fire snakes.

The fire snake ignited all the shacks, especially a large number of fire snakes wrapped around Fan Zhuo’s body, which instantly burned him into fly ashes, and then was blown away by the strong wind, drifting to nowhere.

Changsun Qianxue’s body also faded and disappeared under the cover of the raging flames.

After only a few dozen breaths, several practitioners wearing black shirts have arrived at the unextinguished fire site. Feeling the turbulent rhythms still remaining in the air here, these practitioners all changed their complexions, leading the way. The practitioner just raised his hand, and a black plume of smoke rushed into the sky.

…

Changling is huge, and it falls from Wutong to Dafushui prison. Although it is not far away on the map of Changling, even the shortest route, the carriage that is familiar with the road takes more than half a day’s journey.

There was a delay in the big floating prison, so the sky was already dark on the way back to Wutongluo.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, seemingly tired and sleepy, but in fact he was thinking about various possibilities.

At this time, the temporary small villages formed by shanty farmers on the banks of the Weihe River tributaries had already wiped out the remaining smoke and turned into a piece of scorched earth.

Dozens of Jiantiansi officials dressed in black stood like nails, surrounding this area.

Suddenly, a strange brilliance flashed in the eyes of the dozens of black-clothed officials with solemn expressions.

Several carriages drove into their sight, drove along the dirt road between the rice paddies, and stopped outside the forest.

Although there was no wind and rain at this time, five of the people who got off the carriages still opened up the black umbrellas, covering their faces.

A woman in a white shirt and an old man who looked like an old servant walked among the five black umbrellas.

The white-shirted woman was naturally the first night that Jiantiansi was cold, and the old man who looked like an old servant next to her was the strongest Han Sanshi among the six great priests of Jiantiansi in the legend.

The other five iconic black umbrellas naturally represent the other five mysterious offerings of Jian Tiansi.

Ye Ce Leng just made a gesture from a distance. Dozens of Jiantian officials who had blocked the area immediately swept out, pulling the blocked and monitored area farther.

Ye Ce Leng and Han Sanshi walked slowly in the scorched earth, and finally stood at the place where Changsun Qianxue’s carriage shattered.

The five black umbrellas were scattered, sensing the remaining breath with extreme detail, searching every inch of land.

This process lasted for a long time, waiting for the sky to darken completely, only then did the Jiantiansi under the five black umbrellas quietly exchanged opinions with Han Sanshi one by one, and during this period, Ye Ce cooling just calmly watched some burns. The traces of the burning did not even listen to the conversation between them.

It wasn’t until Han Sanshi walked to her side that she glanced at him and said, “How?”

Han Sanshi whispered: “It’s her.”

Ye Ce Leng then asked, “Is the opponent from Yunshui Palace?”

Han Sanshi nodded slightly and said, “It should be.”

Ye Ce Leng fell silent.

Han Sanshi also fell silent.

“Clear all the traces we can detect.”

Ye Ce Leng’s face began to hide in the darkness, unable to see his emotions, but his tone was low but extremely firm: “Don’t record it, don’t inform other divisions.”

Han Sanshi is the oldest consecration of Jiantiansi, and is the only candidate for Ye Ce Leng Dai overseas. He naturally knows all the meanings contained in Ye Ce Leng’s two sentences better than anyone.

His hands were slightly cold, and he asked softly, “I don’t even know if Chen Jian’s capital will meet?”

Ye Ce nodded coldly, and said, “I don’t know if it will be.”

…

In the night, Ding Ning walked back to the wine shop.

Prior to this, he had been to Xue Wangxu’s small courtyard and talked to Xue Wangxu, Zhang Yi, and Shen Yi about the big floating prison.

The moment he entered the wine shop and brought the door, Changsun Qianxue’s cold voice sounded in the darkness: “You are right. I am not good at many things.”

Ding Ning, who was very familiar with Changsun Qianxue, took a breath and asked, “What happened?”

Changsun Qianxue said slowly: “I killed the practitioner of the Yunshui Palace. That person’s cultivation is very strong, so it should be Fan Zhuo.”

Hearing the word “kill”, Ding Ning’s body quickly became cold. When he heard the whole sentence, he was still thinking about the possibility of trying to crack the big floating prison with Bai Shanshui on the way back. He was full of anger. Some trembled: “Since you have promised to wait… why don’t you wait!”

Changsun Qianxue was surprisingly lifeless and explained: “It’s not that I’m impatient, it’s just that he wants to kill Wang Taixu’s subordinate, and I don’t want him to kill Wang Taixu’s subordinate.”

Hearing this explanation, Ding Ning’s anger quickly subsided, but the coldness of his whole body still made his body tremble slightly.

He took a deep breath, walked in front of the grandson Qianxue, and asked, “After killing Fan Zhuo, what did you do?”

Changsun Qianxue didn’t want to recall the scene at the time, frowned and said: “I tried to eliminate the breath of the Nine Nether King Sword, and used Zhao Di Zhen Huo Gong’s method to burn away his body and surrounding objects. .”

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, and said, “What were your thoughts at the time?”

Long Sun Qianxue said: “Even if I can’t completely conceal my breath of shots, at least I won’t let others realize who I killed.”

“Your idea is correct.” Ding Ning calmed down and said slowly: “But Fan Zhuo is not an ordinary practitioner. If you want to kill him, you must at least show the power that is close to the middle grade of the seven realms. Such power cannot be complete. Elimination, Jiantiansi or Shendusi can find out.”

Changsun Qianxue lowered her head slightly and said coldly: “So I admit that I am not good at many things.”

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, and said: “You can’t be blamed for this incident. Perhaps you can let us see a person’s true attitude through this incident.”

Changsun Qianxue asked incomprehensibly: “Who?”

Ding Ning looked at her and said, “Ye Ce Leng.”

Changsun Qianxue’s voice was suddenly cold, and said: “You think too much.”

Ding Ning did not refute, shook his head, and laughed bitterly.

If he really thinks too much, if Ye Ce Leng uses Bai Shanshui’s power and Bai Shanshui’s revenge instead, then he can’t wait for the start of the Minshan Sword Society.

People like Bai Shanshui see life as ants, and they don’t have any scruples.

In the face of such people’s direct and crazy killing, who can hide the secret?

If you can’t wait until the Minshan Swordsmanship, even if you can enter Changling again in the future, can you still get the chance to enter the Minshan Sword Sect and get the God of Suspension?

Thinking of Xue Taixu, Ding Ning’s face was filled with a strong bitterness.

…

In the thick darkness, the riverside burned to the scorched earth is more like a ghost domain.

On the frozen river, a stream of water suddenly gushed out silently.

Wearing a white fox fur coat, his complexion is as fair as fat, and his appearance is as beautiful as the gentle brother of a rich man, but his body exudes an indescribable arrogant breath, which rises in the middle of the water.

The great rebellion of this Yunshui Palace made countless people in the world tremble when mentioning the name. At this moment, although it can be clearly sensed that there are still Daqin practitioners in the distant forest, he does not care.

He only needs a moment.

A drop of crystal tears fell from his eye sockets, and disappeared silently after falling on the ice.

But in the ice under his feet, a few drops of white water slowly pour out.

Seeing these few drops of white water, he was sure that Fan Zhuo had caused the battle here, and that Fan Zhuo had been killed.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, countless tiny drops of water flew up from the scorched ashes.

In his perception, there was a faint fire rising on the ground, and a black bamboo rose, swaying in the night fog.