The Sword Dynasty - 574. Chapter 573

More than a dozen practitioners stood scattered in the wind and snow in front of Changsun Qianxue.

Their figures were gradually covered by the stronger wind and snow, but Changsun Qianxue’s pace was even slower.

The power released by these practitioners formed a series of blue wind pillars, and the tops of these wind pillars extended to the sky, and they were strangely connected together.

Changsun Qianxue didn’t use the random slashing style she had used before, but instead perceiving the movements of more than a dozen practitioners, he stabbed the one with the weakest Qi mechanism.

The chill suddenly disappeared, and all the air between the heavens and the earth seemed to warm up suddenly.

However, all the chills gathered in her sword, piercing straight at the practitioner.

More than a dozen practitioners screamed at the same time, and cyan fire lines suddenly emerged among the cyan wind columns connected like a long dragon.

Pieces of crystallized boulders gathered sharply in the direction pointed by the sword tip of Changsun Qianxue, forming a spur of several feet long and pierced towards the practitioner. Among the dozens of blue wind pillars, there were countless ones. The cyan flying fire fell like countless moths toward this crystal clear ice thorn.

The cyan flying fire popped and disappeared, and flakes of ice splashed on the surface of the ice thorn, gradually shrinking, and finally disappeared a few feet in front of the practitioner.

There seemed to be a scarlet fire burning deep in Changsun Qianxue’s eyes, but her face did not change at all, and she went one step further.

More than a dozen practitioners who formed the formation in the wind and snow shook their bodies. At the same time, they stepped back more than ten steps. Several red lines appeared on the practitioner who was pointed at by her sword, and several more wounds appeared.

Mo Ying naturally knows the power of the formation formed by the dozen or so practitioners. In fact, these dozen or so practitioners from different sects have been following by her side. This formation has been evolved for more than ten years. The reason is to prevent the Bashan sword. The assassination of the strong in the field.

Therefore, he naturally understood the realm represented by a sword like Changsun Qianxue. After many years of dormancy, the grand lady of the Gongsun family dared to repair this fierce sword that no one in the world dared to repair. Swallowed, but it was successfully standing in the ranks of the strongest people in the world.

However, his gaze quickly left the figure of the grandson Qianxue again, instead looking at the young practitioner wearing a black shirt, and said: “I know you don’t want to kill more people.”

What he said was not a military order, but it was the first time when Sun Qianxue and Ding Ning entered the barracks as the coaches, so the entire barracks fell silent.

“Since you don’t want to kill more people, you can always talk about it.”

His gaze passed through the countless debris and debris that was swept up by the wind, and calmly fell on Ding Ning, and then said: “If I am not mistaken, you should be the descendant of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and come to ask me for the past. The old account of the Bashan sword field.”

The entire barracks came to a halt.

All the sergeants, including the dozen or so practitioners who might be killed by the grandson Qianxue at any time, all stopped at this moment.

At this moment, the time flowing in this military camp seemed to be completely frozen, all because of the three characters “Nine Dead Silkworms”.

In Changling, and even the entire Great Qin Dynasty, there is nothing more magical and touching than these three words.

“good.”

Ding Ning said a word very simply.

Changsun Qianxue stopped advancing, and everyone in this barracks stopped.

Everyone’s eyes gathered on Ding Ning’s body, and many people’s bodies couldn’t help but shudder, including the dozen or so practitioners who formed the formation.

“Who moves, who dies.”

Mo Ying glanced at the grandson Qianxue, who had stopped but still held the Nine Nether King Sword, and said.

All his ministers understood the meaning of his words.

This is not just an order, but also a reminder that in the entire military camp, except for him and the practitioners who formed the formation, no one else can withstand the sword of Changsun Qianxue.

“I owe Bashan Sword Field.”

Mo Ying looked at the only moving person in the barracks and walked towards Ding Ning directly in front of him. She said this directly, and then gradually became indifferent, and then said: “I was only a pharmacist in the army. I have been in contact with a lot more and learned some methods of practice. Later, I happened to encounter Master Yan on the way of escorting drugs. She thought that I had a good talent and passed on my kendo. Naturally, I owe her and Bashan. The sword field.”

Having said this, he raised his head and looked at Ding Ning’s eyes, confirmed that Ding Ning was listening carefully to every word of his own, and then continued: “It’s just that the apprentice doesn’t have to make the same choice as the master. Even if I returned to Bashanjian in the past. The field will not help. Master Yan will still die in battle, and Bashan Sword Field will still be destroyed. What’s more, I don’t think Master Yan did that correctly.”

“I am a cultivator and I have gained skills in the Bashan sword field, but I am a soldier first. In my opinion, the ascension to the throne of the past is a foregone conclusion, and the changes in the Bashan sword field are no longer beneficial to the Qin dynasty.”

Mo Ying looked at Ding Ning, who was listening carefully but did not respond, slowly raised her head, looked at the sky in front of him, and said, “What I did is the same as what I did at the Bashan sword place in the past. I don’t want to die innocently. , I want to see the Great Qin Dynasty continue to move towards a stronger and more prosperous place, so in these years, I have not returned to Changling to fight for power, only the frontier army as a general.”

“Could it be that everything that Bashan Sword Field and your master did is absolutely correct?”

Mo Ying finally said heavily: “Does the descendant of Bashan who don’t follow your Bashan sword field’s ideas, must die?”

His words are very powerful.

In fact, many Changling practice sites, including some generals in the army, still sympathize with the Bashan sword field back then, respect Wang Jingmeng, and especially feel that Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiuzhi’s changes were shameful betrayal.

But these feelings are originally based on reason and righteousness.

The revenge of the Bashan sword field must naturally be based on reason and righteousness.

No one can be strong enough to kill everyone in the world, cannot be recognized by the people in the world, and no revenge can succeed.

These words of Mo Ying are actually more powerful than the formation of more than a dozen practitioners.

“What you said makes sense. The descendants of Bashan who do not follow the ideas of the Bashan sword field do not necessarily have to die.”

However, what everyone did not expect, including Mo Ying, was that Ding Ning nodded and said this sentence.

Even Changsun Qianxue was very surprised and couldn’t help being stunned.

“But the Bashan sword field must be taken back.” Ding Ning calmly looked at the slightly startled Mo Ying, but she went on to say, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree with the master, but you have her things. To reveal her things to the enemy is to betray the master, expel the master, take back the sword and sword script she passed on to you, and abolish your cultivation. This is justified.”

Ding Ning’s voice slowly echoed in the silent barracks.

No one has any objections.

Even the dead man who was most loyal to Mo Ying could not raise any objections.

Expulsion from the division and abolition of the cultivation base are indeed the lightest punishments.

But for a powerful master like Mo Ying, abolishing cultivation base…what does it mean?

Mo Ying took a deep breath, squinted her eyes, looked at the grandson Qianxue, and said with a cold voice: “The eldest lady of the Gongsun family is not a person from the Bashan sword field in the past. I want to collect things from the Bashan sword field. It’s up to the people of Bashan Sword Field to collect it.”

Ding Ning smiled faintly, “I originally came to collect it.”