The Sword Dynasty - 422. Chapter 421

Countless people have countless opinions.

It was just this night that was very tormenting for the vast majority of practitioners in Changling.

The majestic and unstoppable power that fell from the turret, one after another, each of them often accidentally caused the death of a powerful practitioner, or the demise of a place of practice.

Or surrender.

They knew that the old man guarding the city was very strong, but feeling this powerful force one after another, which seemed to never get tired, they were still shocked by their hearts, just thinking that they still underestimated the strength of this old man.

“It’s crazy.”

In a certain alley, a cultivator with a sword perceives the powerful forces falling one after another on the turret, imagines the bloody meaning contained in the power, and his face is extremely ugly and said to his partner next to him: “Even like a queen. As she thought, all the places of practice were completely surrendered to the palace, and they were recruited like an army, but she didn’t want to think that these places of practice, these secluded masters, are naturally the barriers of Changling. They are the Lings. The real reason why many practitioners of foreign dynasties dare not enter Changling easily! Even if the queen can succeed, the future Changling will be empty.”

“What if it’s empty?”

The face of the partner beside him was also ugly to the extreme, and he said coldly: “Or she just wanted to deliberately let Changling Kong to bring in those foreigners. In this way, Changling is a huge trap.”

“Mo Shoucheng has produced so many swords today, doesn’t he want to think about the old merchants?”

The practitioner of Sabre said this angrily, but in the next moment, his body stiffened.

A man in a pale yellow robe walked over a stone path in front of him.

Behind the man in a pale yellow robe, some officials and attendants followed from a distance.

Many practitioners in Changling knew that this elegant man in a pale yellow robe was Huang Zhenwei.

And the Mo Shoucheng he criticized was Huang Zhenwei’s most respected teacher.

Huang Zhenwei passed through this alley area.

He heard the conversation between the two practitioners clearly, but there was no anger in his body, only increasing pain and sorrow.

He knew what the two ordinary practitioners in the streets were right.

As the executor of the queen’s will, his teacher is destined to become the bearer of many anger.

Many people will hate the queen, but they will also hate the guardian city that killed their teacher.

If defending the city is Liang Lian’s ambitious general, Huang Zhenwei may feel better at this time.

But he knew that the guarding city at this time was just a dead oil lamp, giving the last light to this dynasty.

And he was very aware of the physical condition of Moshoucheng. He knew that the Moshoucheng was very tired at this time. Every time such a force was exerted, it was a heavy burden for his body.

So every time the power on the turret appeared, he felt more and more helpless.

He has been searching for clues for a long time without sleep, but still can’t find any clues.

At this moment, he sensed that there was another force on the turret, and this force was even greater than before.

This invisible power like a punishment fell on Changling City, and Huang Zhenwei knew that it was the Banshan Sword Hall.

It is one of the places of practice with the largest number of middle school students and teachers in Changling City.

Feeling such a majestic sword, the picture of that place appeared almost directly in his mind.

Many students and teachers fought with swords and the army, but at this time, the horrible sword intent fell, and those students and teachers holding swords in front of the sword hall in the Mid-Levels all turned into fragments of blood.

“teacher!”

Huang Zhenwei cried out in pain.

He knows that when this sword falls, his teacher must be even more exhausted, and he knows that the teacher who made this sword is more painful than he is at this time.

Suddenly there was a gap of several feet in front of the Mid-Levels Training Hall.

A wave of blood surged up the chasm.

There are many dim sword lights in the blood wave, many broken sword pieces, and many broken corners of the robe.

After this gap, many students and teachers of the Mid-Levels Sword Hall can’t believe their eyes. They can’t believe that so many teachers and friends who were still in front of them before they breathed were crushed by such a force, and then directly turned into such a force. Waves of blood.

Blood waves surge up like a wall.

As if covering up the moonlight, the entire bright moon seemed to become blood red.

After this gap, the practitioner of the Banshan Jiantang trembled unconsciously, and could no longer take a step forward.

On the turret, the wrinkles on the city’s face were deepened by a few minutes, and the skin on his face was full of blood, as if these wrinkles had turned into cracks, and the blood in his body would seep out of these cracks.

The stern general behind him held the wicker chair he was sitting on, and couldn’t help but said, “Do you want to take a break?”

Mo Shoucheng shook his head and said, “Others can rest, but I can’t rest.”

The cold general lowered his head slowly.

He knew that after tonight, many people would remember that Moshou City killed countless people this night, but few people were sure that Moshou City prevented more people from dying.

…

Tonight, no one in Changling will turn their eyes to the medical clinic that was contracted by Xie’s family.

Changsun Qianxue’s mood was more agitated than usual, so the blizzard in her room was a little more aggressive than usual.

Although they are on the same bed, she and Ding Ning are only sitting half a foot apart.

“Are you sure my vitality can help you heal?”

Looking at Ding Ning, who was trembling because of the cold, she asked coldly.

“Your vitality is like a long-term addiction drug to me.” Ding Ning looked at her, nodded with certainty, and said seriously: “I have become accustomed to having such vitality in my body, and I release it all in the face of Liang Lian. After going out, the body cannot adapt.”

Changsun Qianxue was silent for a while, and said, “It’s just because I’m used to each other.”

Ding Ning shook his head without hesitation, “It’s not just because of habit.”

The eldest grandson Qianxue was silent for a long time, and said, “Is there really a chance to start again in life?”

Ding Ning also remained silent for a long time, saying: “What you have to face in life is still your own mind, and what you finally seek is only your inner peace. When you understand what you really want, when you really see clearly, everything will go well. It’s natural.”

“Let’s go with the flow?” Changsun Qianxue laughed very rarely. She looked at the direction in which the invisible power on the turret was falling. “A lot of things tonight are reminiscent of many things from many years ago. People can really let go of hatred. Huh? If the whole family is destroyed and all of her relatives die because of someone, will she forgive that person?”

Ding Ning lowered his head slightly. He didn’t answer the question of Changsun Qianxue, nor did he look at Changsun Qianxue’s bleak smile, but slowly said: “When all kindness and hatred will be broken, I don’t like this city. Then we can leave.”

Changsun Qianxue suddenly turned her head and looked at him.

“It is the practitioners who will not succumb to Zheng Xiu’s wish to die tonight, but it is the Minshan Jianzong who bears the brunt.”

Ding Ning slowly said: “If Zheng Xiu wants to be completely successful, it is necessary to prove to everyone that she has made up her mind completely, only to make the Minshan Jianzong obey her orders.”

Changsun Qianxue said with a cold voice: “Will Baili Suxue agree?”

“He will agree.”

Ding Ning nodded, and said, “Because what Zheng Xiu did tonight will make him understand that Zheng Xiu will take the brunt at all costs. The Sword Sect of Minshan bears the brunt. The sooner he agrees, the less Zheng Xiu will give him.”

After a pause, Ding Ning laughed slightly: “This is a deal between the powerful and the nobles. Everyone will not explain it, but they all know Fang Cun. At this time, Zheng Xiu just wants him to show some attitude. And Baili Suxue will agree otherwise. For one thing, because Jing Liuli and I are both in Changling, this is the future of Minshan Jianzong for him.”

“Jing Liuli should be allowed to return to Minshan Jianzong.”

“According to Zheng Xiu’s attitude, I should be transferred to a frontier battlefield somewhere with the students of the practice area who dared to disobey her orders.”

“But after all, I am a disciple of the Sword Sect of Minshan Mountain, so if I ask to take some people, I should be allowed.”

Because she was afraid that Changsun Qianxue would object, Ding Ning added after saying this, “The real best countermeasure is to follow the trend, follow the opponent’s wishes, and then use the opponent. Follow the opponent’s intentions, also It is often possible to predict the enemy’s first opportunity.”

Changsun Qianxue turned her head and stopped looking at him or thinking about his words. She just said coldly: “In my opinion, it’s just because you know her too well.”

For some reason, Ding Ning couldn’t help but smiled slightly, and then said: “This is just one aspect.”