The Sword Dynasty - 543. Chapter 542

“Fortunately to meet the Nine Nether King Sword, and the eldest lady of the grandson family.”

This general was Bai Qi, the commander of the Killing God Army. He glanced at Ding Ning, and then returned to Changsun Qianxue, saying: “It’s just that not everyone is interested in telling the enemy about the past in this situation.”

“In a sense.” His gaze fell on his body, and then said: “Wang Jingmeng represents the Bashan sword field, and now you represent the Bashan sword field.”

There is frozen blood in the corners of his clothes.

Although the wound on his body no longer bleeds, the wound caused by the old monk’s battle is much more serious than a bleeding wound that is transparent.

In this severe cold and lack of vitality, he really didn’t have much time to waste.

Ding Ning heard Bai Qi’s contempt, but he looked at Bai Qi calmly and said: “Bashan Sword Field is never afraid to settle accounts, but at least to figure out where the accounts came from.”

Bai Qi slowly raised his head, looked at the night sky above, and whispered indifferently: “Those who can live can settle accounts.”

It doesn’t make sense to settle accounts with the dead.

Ding Ning understood that Bai Qi meant that he was the one who could settle the accounts, and Ding Ning and the eldest grandson Qianxue, including this old monk, would die here.

However, Ding Ning naturally did not think so.

He looked at Bai Qi who slowly raised his head and looked at the night sky above. He did not speak to Bai Qi any more, but to the grandson Qianxue in front of him, and said with a voice that only himself and grandson Qianxue could hear: “He is now His confidence comes from Zheng Xiu. It is extremely cold and belongs to your domain, but it is also extremely high. The heaven and the earth are very thin, but it is closer to the starry sky, and it is easier for the stars to fall, so this is also Zheng Xiu’s domain.”

“Zheng Xiu has obtained the God Renewal Technique, so I will not interfere with her fight, otherwise she will know that I am not dead.”

Looking at the grandson Qianxue who suddenly turned his head, Ding Ning then seriously said: “You have no advantage over Zheng Xiu here…but you wanted to have a chance to fight with her many years ago. You have been in Changling these years and have been waiting. I have a fair chance to play with her, so I have confidence in you.”

“You have faith in me, of course I will win.”

Changsun Qianxue laughed extremely rarely.

She is always noble and cold, but her smile at this time is full of fanaticism!

As early as many years ago, she was unwilling and didn’t think she would lose to Zheng Xiu.

However, Wang Jingmeng had already accepted Zheng Xiu, and she was victorious than Jian, and it didn’t make any sense.

So proud she floated away and left Changling alone.

Gongsun’s family dies, she thought it was Wang Jingmeng’s hand, so she turned from love to hate, unable to forgive Wang Jingmeng.

However, Wang Jingmeng died in Changling, so she returned to Changling.

In Changling, she didn’t want anything else. All she thought was to have a chance to fight Zheng Xiu, and then kill Zheng Xiu!

In the past many years, this is even the only meaning of her life.

…

In the black sky, many stars suddenly lit up.

Because it is very close to the sky, the stars appear to be very big, very strange.

At this moment, the brightest stars looked unusually pale.

Then these stars that seemed to be reachable by one’s hand seemed to be burning, and the flames were extremely heavy and fell down.

A breath of life was slowly released from Bai Qi’s body.

A real natal sword appeared in his hand.

This sword is long and narrow and transparent, without any runes, just like an ordinary extremely pure white crystal, but it is born with a cold killing intent.

When Bai Qi crossed his sword to his chest, the sword seemed to become a mirror.

Countless beams of pale star fire fell on his sword.

“Every time…Is it really good to use so many people?”

Ding Ning thought of Gu Huai and more people. He sneered and shook his head.

Bai Qi calmly pushed forward this sword.

He seemed extremely relaxed at this moment.

Because this is not his sword intent, all he has to do is to make a mirror to reflect this sword intent.

He believed that the mistress in the depths of the palace had already felt the breath of the Nine Nether King Sword, so the spark that fell on his sword this time was also cruel but exceptionally fierce!

Countless beams of pale stars fell on the mirror-like sword, flowing down like a waterfall on the edge of the blade, forming a thin layer, parallel to the frozen lake, and cut towards Changsun Qianxue!

Long Sun Qianxue’s smile suddenly disappeared.

Just like the thinner a person’s lips, the sharper and colder they appear.

Countless beams of sparks are condensed into a thinner layer than snow flakes, and they appear to be cut across the ordinary, but they are infinitely powerful.

She hadn’t seen Zheng Xiu for many years, but at this moment she understood that what Ding Ning had said to her before was right, and that Zheng Xiu had been far more terrifying than before. When she shot with all her strength, she had even surpassed her imagination.

The faint blue color swiftly flowed and accumulated in her right hand.

The Nine Nether King Sword was once considered the fiercest and coldest sword in the world. At this time, the power was released in the hands of the grandson Qianxue. The deep color and lustre continued to deepen, and the power to frighten the soul was released. At the moment it came down, the grandson Qianxue discarded many of the most powerful secret swords of the Gongsun family, and also discarded some of the strongest sword styles she had cultivated in her practice over the years. Instead, she used a sword that was not too special. .

The fiercest and coldest sword in her hand gently drew forward, like an eyebrow pencil drew a line, falling on the thin layer of oncoming sparks.

The name of this sword style is “Thrush”.

This sword is entangled with countless old things in Changling. It is the sword style of Wang Jingmeng who broke through the sword of Ji Qingqing, the female prince of Chen.

This sword style is not difficult to comprehend, and it is common to most swordsmen in Changling.

Back then, Wang Jingmeng defeated Ji Qingqing with such an ordinary sword style, and drew a line on Ji Qingqing’s face. Naturally, it was more humiliation.

At this moment, Changsun Qianxue used such a trick because she really wanted to… really wanted to… use this sword style to draw such a sword on Zheng Xiu’s face.

Shameless?

This is her sword intent.

She has accumulated many years of sword intent, which represents her deepest obsession.

Therefore, the sword intent of this sword is extremely powerful. In the eyes of Ding Ning at this time, it is impeccable, perfect and powerful to the extreme.

There was a “click”.

Suddenly, a tiny crystal crack like spider silk appeared on the thin layer of spark.

Then countless tiny crystal cracks densely covered this layer of sparks, spreading to Bai Qi’s sword.

Bai Qi’s breathing suddenly stopped.

He instinctively felt that his sword was struck by countless giant mountains abruptly.

A beast-like howl naturally burst out from his throat, his left hand fell on the hilt, and blood splashed between his right palms and fingers, only to suppress the sword and prevent it from flying out.

The spark broke.

It looked like it was rolling towards the stars.

It was like a burning white cable burning towards the sky.

In the palace of Changling, there was a soft pop.

Standing in front of the Lingquan, Zheng Xiu leaned forward slightly, a mouthful of blood pouring from her lips.

On the white lotus in the spiritual spring, many scarlet blood drops were drenched in dots, rolling like dewdrops.