The Sword Dynasty - 168. Chapter 167

Fusu’s eyes lit up, he nodded, and said: “I heard that the wine and the little boss here are very famous, so I came here to taste it.”

Looking at Fusu’s clean and gentle eyebrows, Ding Ning’s body seemed to be filled with countless images at the same time. These images made his body cold and hard like countless sands and stones, and at the same time made him difficult to breathe. The most memorable earthy smell.

“What he really wants is longevity, that is to rule the Great Qin Dynasty forever, or the entire world. So anyone is his tool, you and Zheng Xiu will be no exception. I want to take back what he owes many people. Debt, I also hope that in the future I can change the destiny of many people, including your destiny. As what I owe you, I will try my best to give you the ability to choose in the future.”

Ding Ning took a deep breath and receded the images in his mind like a tide.

“how?”

Ding Ning’s momentary silence made Fusu a little nervous, for fear that his words had been improper.

“Have you seen me?” Ding Ning looked at him and asked.

Suddenly, Fusu was a little flustered, and subconsciously waved his hand: “No.”

However, he is really bad at lying, or he has never told a lie. At the same time he waved his hand, two red clouds appeared on his face.

“I don’t seem to have seen you before.” Ding Ning looked at him calmly and said: “But I feel familiar, so I think this is the so-called hitting it off.”

Ding Ning’s seeing hometown contains countless meanings, but Fusu’s panic has completely disappeared, and he feels happy.

He couldn’t help but laughed, and said, “I also feel like it hits me at first sight.”

“In that case, I invite you to this wine today.” Ding Ning put a pot of wine on the table in front of Fu Su and said, looking at him.

Fusu’s eyes were brighter. He took the wine glass a little hastily, poured a glass of wine, toasted like a toast, and then drank it all in one go.

The mouth of the wine was sour, his brows frowned, “This wine…” However, he couldn’t help but laugh, “This wine is really unique.”

“Wish we meet each other.”

Ding Ning poured a glass of wine, just like ordinary people in Changling, raising a toast, but when he drank all of it, he said in his heart: “Wish our destiny.”

Fusu’s alcohol volume was not good, and at this time, he would naturally not have to use his true essence to exhaust the alcohol in his body.

He is the most distinguished person and he has constraints in his heart. Although he is happy in his heart, he also refrains from drinking anymore.

Changsun Qianxue walked out of the inner courtyard with a pot of hot tea.

She looked at Fu Su’s clean eyebrows, and the more she looked like Zheng Xiu, she felt a little disgusted for no reason.

Where do I start?

The person’s face appeared in her mind, as clear as when they met yesterday.

A very subtle vitality came out of her fingertips, and the steam of hot tea stroked Fusu’s face.

“You can’t drink so much, and you’re not afraid of talking nonsense after drinking.”

Meng Qihai, who was waiting in the carriage outside of Wutong, finally heard the footsteps of Fusu returning. He could not help but complain when he saw Fusu’s face lifting the curtain of the car, but he did not see any abnormality.

…

While Meng Qihai was complaining about Fusu, in the study room in the depths of the Daqin Palace where there were several spiritual lotuses that had already grown lotus, the queen’s five fingertips were constantly entwined with a few pure rays of light.

During the battle on the Weihe River, all the practitioners above the seven realms in Changling City could feel her shot, and they could all feel that Zhao Si’s natal sword was destroyed in her hands.

The thin and constant Zhen Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi projected from her study, with a very firm meaning, pierced into the endless high sky, reached a place they could not perceive, and caused the spark to turn into a powerful force.

All the practitioners in Changling once again affirmed that after so many years, Zheng Xiu, the “Sword of Comet Fire”, who used to slay the enemy’s commander on the battlefield with one sword, was stronger than ever.

At this time, she was still floating the heaven and earth vitality in her body into the endless high sky, into the cold space where the heaven and earth vitality layer had completely disappeared, and controlled the unique cold flame formed by the condensation of several comets and real stars.

Only at this time, the entire Changling practitioners, including the emperor in the palace who solved some hidden dangers before the Lushan Huimeng, used the last time before the League to retreat and practiced, but no one could perceive her movements.

Because the Bashan sword field has disappeared.

Because even in the Bashan sword field back then, she was the only one who comprehended and practiced this cultivation method.

She is like a little star radiating starlight in the unknown, traveling through the endless space.

In several pale flames controlled by her stars, there is a small sword that is charred as black as rusty iron.

This small sword is naturally Zhao Si’s natal sword.

After this small sword was crushed by her and cut off all contact with Zhao Si, it should have fallen to nowhere, but at this time she didn’t know what it meant. The slightest power in those pale flames seemed to be nurturing this handle. “Dead” sword.

Someone walked toward her study through the stone path lined with terracotta warriors outside her study.

Her flawless face remained unchanged, and the light entangled in her hands slowly faded into dozens of dots of fluorescence and disappeared.

A yellow robe practitioner from her home appeared at the door of her study and handed a secret note to the maid at the door of the study.

Opening the secret note handed by the maid of the palace, her face showed some satisfaction, “It can make Yao Fei Zhao change her mind, but she does have some talent. Arrange him to go to Dayan, there should be room for him to show off. ”

The practitioner in the yellow robe never dared to look up, and kept bowing slightly. Hearing these words from her, the practitioner in yellow robe respectfully said yes, and then asked: “I want to know your opinion on the Fang embroidery screen at home.”

“Unworthy of use, naturally kill it.” She shook her head and said: “The Holy Spirit will naturally choose a replacement, so that the family will stop thinking about making a fuss about this matter.”

The queen’s face was flawless, but her eyes were cold in the Weihe River at this time.

In the water of the Weihe River, a white figure moves forward like a water fairy.

There is no need to surface for air, and always move forward at such an astonishing speed underwater, she is naturally a white mountain and water.

The waters are always the safest place to escape for her. After using Zhao Yizhi’s power to get rid of the pursuit of Lianbo and others, she returned to the Weihe River. However, she knew that the crisis might not be over, so she could not relax.

At this time, in front of her eyes, she finally saw the waterline with clear boundaries.

Behind the bright waters, there is an incomparably deep color and an astonishingly vast world.

She knew that she had heard of the Weihe River and reached the deep sea.

Here, the real Jiaolong went to sea, and no one could kill her.

Her heart was slightly relaxed, all the strange blushes on her face disappeared, and a mouthful of blood poured out from her mouth.

The feeling of boredom in her chest and abdomen filled with tin iron finally diminished, but her face changed drastically, and her coldness made her whole body tremble unconsciously.

The pill that made her suppress the injury was too strong, and she took too long to force her to raise her true essence. At this time, the entire sea of Qi was a little unstable, and the true essence and five internal organs that could flow back unexpectedly returned. To the level of the six realms.

Her figure continued to move forward with the current, and gradually fell into a deep shadow. On her lonely and arrogant face in the past, there was a trace of unspeakable suffering.

Bai Shanshui is not the only disastrous loser in this overall situation.

In fact, all the great rebellions of the Da Qin dynasty have not had much victory over these years in the battle with the Da Qin dynasty.

Therefore, there are fewer and fewer people like her and Zhao Si.

Zhao Sijing sat in a room with a strong powdery aura, and looked at Jing Mozong who opened the empty door and walked into the room. Her eyes still had that kind of piercing meaning.

“It seems that I am betting right this time?”

She first said this sentence like a mockery, then looked at Jing Mozong faintly and asked: “Wang Taixu can’t come, let you come, what does it mean?”

Jing Mozong saluted deeply and said: “He asked me to follow my master to learn swords.”

“This is his condition?” Zhao Si looked at him sympathetically and said: “If you want to learn swords, you must first become Zhao Jianlu’s sword.”

Jing Mozong said: “Mr. Tai Xu has already told me, and I am not from Qin.”

Zhao Si sneered, “It seems that I did not underestimate his courage, but you… Why do you think you are qualified to be Zhao Jianlu’s sword?”

Jing Mozong didn’t know how to answer.

For him, Zhao Jianlu was indeed too high, an existence that he could not look up to.

Zhao Si lowered his eyelids, and a breathless light flowed from her, cutting to Jing Mozong’s right wrist.

Jing Mozong’s body shook, but he did not dodge.

This light cut through the blood of his wrist, and the blood flowed out slowly and continuously. Drops of blood fell on the ground below, making a clear sound.

Zhao Si looked at him and said faintly: “If you dare to shed all the blood in your body, I will make you the sword of Zhao Jianlu.”

Jing Mozong raised his head and looked at her, letting the blood flow on his hands.

Zhao Si never moved, as if to watch him die.

Even if Jing Mozong finally couldn’t support it, she fell to the ground and began to fall into a coma, she didn’t move.

There was almost no blood flowing in his wrist. When his vitality began to disappear, Zhao Sicai took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

Her fingertips suddenly pour out dozens of drops of blood, and then stretched in the air, turning into dozens of extremely long thin needles, submerged into Jing Mozong’s body orifice.

The five internal organs in Mozong Jing’s body felt the hope of life, and were stimulated by a fiery dryness, and they became more vigorous.

Zhao Si coldly smiled and muttered to himself: “Unexpectedly, there is really someone who can carry my Zhao Jian’s sword intent among the people in the market here.”