The Sword Dynasty - 542. Chapter 541

A wind tunnel with clear handwriting appeared in the wind and snow ahead. It could be clearly seen even in the dark. It was a passage left by a person after breaking through the air at high speed.

When the general was injured and retreated, a practitioner behind him had already been replaced.

So when Changsun Qianxue raised his head, a sword tip appeared in the wind tunnel.

This sword intent is very strong, like falling under a starry sky. Not only is the speed extremely fast, but the sword intent refers to the twinkling of thousands of stars, and it is impossible to figure out which star is the death star that really brings death.

People who can display such sword intent are not weak in Changling.

It’s just that the cultivator met Qianxue, the grandson.

While in Changling, Sun Qianxue could easily kill Fan Zhuo, who had followed Baishanshui for many years. What’s more, her cultivation itself was extremely chilly. Without Ding Ning’s dual cultivation assistance, this chilly feeling would be enough to kill herself.

In this extremely cold glacial zone, she is like a white mountain and water in the water, a true emperor.

She stretched out her right hand, and her jade-like fingers easily clamped the tip of the sword that pierced her. A layer of blue-black frost that was countless times deeper than the color on the glacier here followed the sword at an incomparably terrifying speed. Spread, and instantly flowed to the assailants who were attacking.

With a bang, the incoming practitioner was directly broken.

Broken into blue-black ice cubes.

The thick night seemed to be frozen for a moment.

There was a natural gray boulder flying around Changsun Qianxue’s body, and even the old monk behind him felt the biting cold.

However, Changsun Qianxue’s movements did not stop in the slightest, she simply threw out the sword in her hand.

With a bang, the cultivator who broke the wind slashed the sword thrown by Changsun Qianxue.

This sword didn’t seem to have much power, and was directly cut and flew out by this practitioner.

However, the cold from the sword was blowing on the practitioner’s body. The practitioner’s body was still advancing sharply, but in the next instant, there was a crash and it turned into a puddle of crushed ice hitting the lake. .

The ghostly army was already very few in number, and the remaining practitioners were not intimidated by the sight. However, the next practitioner who walked out was inexplicably paused.

Because Changsun Qianxue is different from the old monk.

When the third cultivator had just walked out and was not yet close, the grandson Qianxue stretched out his hand and shook it.

She was like holding a sword, and then drew it.

A powerful breath of life spurted out on the frozen lake at this time.

This is using the natal sword.

Changsun Qianxue’s natal sword truly appeared in her hand.

However, the third cultivator facing her did not see her natal sword at all.

Because his eyes were directly blinded by the oncoming cold wind and turned into shattered ice beads.

Countless crystal patterns appeared between the sky and the earth, as if countless snowflakes were connected together.

This is the cold wind on this ice lake and all the water vapor is instantly frozen by the terrifying cold air, just like the space is frozen and cracked into countless small pieces.

The sharp condensation and contraction of the air caused countless subtle explosions between the sky and the earth, and the air outside the ice lake naturally flowed over, forming a huge cyclone around the curling pot.

The Nine Nether King Sword appeared in the world after countless years of silence, and unreservedly bloomed its own power.

Changsun Qianxue swung his sword.

She wasn’t just facing the third cultivator, but she slashed a sword at the army in front of her with all her strength.

This sword is called “Cold Wave”.

It is the real tide.

The ghostly army appeared in chaos for the first time, all kinds of flames flickered, but it only appeared for a moment.

Then came the sound of countless cracks and gold and iron falling to the ground.

The wind blows.

Tiny ice crystals formed a gray ice mist.

In the ice mist, the remaining dozens of people no longer exist, only the one-armed general is standing in front of the lake.

He held a sword in his hand.

The sword is black, small and long, and sticks to his arm like an arm shield.

“Nine Nether King Sword, I didn’t expect it to be Miss Gongsun.”

It seemed too cold, the general’s movements seemed to slow down, and his voice sounded for the first time, looking far away and young.

Talking aloud means you can talk.

Changsun Qianxue looked at this supposedly young practitioner and said coldly, “Are you from Changling?”

“If you live in Changling for a long time, you will be considered a Changling native.” The general slowly moved towards Changsun Qianxue and said at the same time.

“It’s the army that Zheng Xiu has been hiding.”

The Nine Dead Silkworms in Ding Ning spit out some pure heaven and earth vitality again, which made his mind more clear. He finally confirmed the identity of this army and said softly behind Changsun Qianxue.

Changsun Qianxue frowned slightly, her voice was slightly cold, “Kill the god army, Bai Qi?”

The general did not respond.

At this time, no response means acquiescence.

The Killing Army is Zheng Xiu’s most treasured army, hidden in the mausoleum all day long.

No one knows the origin of this army, only that the purpose of this army of the Great Qin Dynasty was to kill Wang Jingmeng.

This is Zheng Xiu’s very secret training and hidden army, even everyone in the Bashan sword field did not know the existence of this army.

But this army is not yet mature, the big changes have already taken place, and Wang Jingmeng has already died in battle.

Wang Jingmeng died, but this powerful army of killing gods survived.

An army trained for the purpose of killing Wang Jingmeng does not mean that it can really kill Wang Jingmeng.

But the hundreds of people just now are enough to show their power.

If such an army returns to the former Changling, it can at least guarantee that Wang Jingmeng will never enter the palace.

This is definitely the team that Zheng Xiu considers the most treasure, and it did not fully grow up more than a decade ago, but today it is mature and terrifying to a certain extent.

Now Zheng Xiu has smashed this army here…Even the grandson Qianxue, who is not good at thinking about conspiracies, already knows what Zheng Xiu wants to do.

Her voice was even colder: “Zheng Xiu also wants this sword, and Zheng Xiu also lacks a particularly powerful natal sword.”

Ding Ning took a breath slowly.

He also understood why this army could arrive here one step earlier than them.

Because of Gu Huai.

Before his death, Gu Huai had told him that this sword was not in the Lingxu Sword Gate, but that didn’t mean that Gu Huai didn’t know where this sword might be.

He and Zheng Xiu probably already suspected that this sword might be in the glacier at the extreme edge of Donghu.

Therefore, Zheng Xiu launched a war against Wu Clan. In addition to Xu Tian Shen Jue, in addition to the ancestral land, there is actually another hidden secret that is here, this sword!

The battle against Wu Clan was not only to attract Wu Clan’s and Dong Hu’s attention, but also to make it attract the attention of the Chu Dynasty and the Minshan Sword Sect, so that this slaying army would be unaware of ghosts. I feel able to get here!

If there was no such assassination against Ambrose, if Ambrose’s body was not washed into the plateau tundra under the glacier, it was not discovered by the herdsmen of Donghu… Then this sword would only fall into the hands of Zheng Xiu .

Ding Ning felt chilly, and also felt fortunate.

But he was also puzzled.

He slightly changed his voice and said: “Thirteen or fourteen years ago, how old were you and all the talents of this army of killing gods? Why did you have to kill Wang Jingmeng?”

The will that this army showed before can only come from hatred, not from Zheng Xiu’s exertion.