The Sword Dynasty - 576. Chapter 575

The violent and complicated vibration caused hundreds of sword auras of different colors to be emitted from this short sword, flying upwards, facing the mountain shadow that fell from the sky.

Sword Qi rushed towards the huge shadow, blooming like fireworks at the bottom of the mountain shadow.

The Dragon Spear in Mo Ying’s hand began to vibrate, and then his body began to vibrate.

The depths of his extremely solemn eyes were instantly flooded with a complex look that could not be described in words.

He instantly understood that the shock did not come from the collision of real power. It was not that Ding Ning’s sword was powerful enough to resist his “magic dragon prying mountain”, but because it originated from the depths of his heart and his own emotions were agitated. .

The emotion of the opponent’s sword intent was perfectly transmitted to his perception and spiritual world, and affected his heart.

At this moment, he was taken out of orbit like a flying sword.

He was inevitably infected, and there were even many encounters in his mind. It seemed that this sword that had just left his hand appeared in his eyes after many years, thus seducing him first. I encountered Yan Xinlan for the first time and saw this “warm spring” scene for the first time.

It was indeed a very warm spring.

In a certain battlefield in the south, countless golden rape flowers bloomed on the high and low mounds.

Carrying a bucket of blood-stained bandages, he walked across the flower field. A woman was washing her face beside the clear stream where these cloth bands were usually washed.

That is Yan Xinlan.

There are two swords on the left and right waists, one is the end flower and the other is the warm spring.

Yan Xinlan, like the sword masters in the Bashan sword field, exudes the same breath as a sharp sword. However, her posture in washing her face is different from that of a normal woman, and she clearly perceives his arrival, but Still do not change the posture of washing the face, do not hurry up.

Many years later, he knew that this was a determination, and it was also her stubbornness not to change for outsiders.

When he stayed there, Yan Xinlan just turned her head indifferently: “Listen to your walking steps, breathing, and the force you exert when you lift the barrel. You should have built some Huang Chongjian Academy and Bailu Academy. The methods of practice, the miscellaneous learning, are not a succession, but being able to learn this is already a genius.”

He froze for a long time, not knowing what he was feeling, but in the end he said, “Then can you teach me?”

She was noncommittal, and finally taught.

The golden color of the sky and the scene of the meeting made his mind shake, and there was a moment of loss of consciousness, even trance.

This is enough for Ding Ning.

A sword shadow led Ding Ning out from under the mountain shadow, and the mountain shadow fell behind him, the ground burst silently, and there was no time to hear the sound.

Ding Ning had already broken Mo Ying’s shot.

An uncontrollable exclamation sounded like a tide as more camps were set off.

The practitioners in the barracks couldn’t believe their eyes.

They couldn’t believe that someone in the world could break such a blow by ignoring the rules of strength just by relying on a trick.

“This is a miracle.”

Mo Ying took a deep breath.

The turbulence in his eyes was gone.

The tip of the gun fell to the ground, and the remaining power on the tip of the gun easily broke through the shock transmitted from the ground, naturally removing any adverse effects of the vibration of the vitality on his body and the true essence in his body.

He didn’t rush to take action immediately, but looked at Ding Ning, and said blankly: “The old Wang Jingmeng fought all over the sects. He is familiar with the tricks of each sect. Most of the tricks in the world are not only good at using them, but also It will break, so he has the ability to fight across the border. I didn’t expect you, as his heir, to be able to do so.”

Ding Ning raised his head slightly and watched him return to his indifferent and solemn pupils. He did not respond to these words. He just raised the sword to make Mo Ying see more clearly. At the same time, he asked softly, “Have you thought about why? She will accept you as a disciple?”

“why?”

Ding Ning’s question did not immediately cause ripples in Mo Ying’s heart, because he had been preparing to shoot, and at the same time, Ding Ning was also preparing to shoot.

At this moment, Ding Ning took out his sword.

He released the hilt of the sword, the short sword snorted, and flew out. The extremely fast speed instantly turned the sword into a very faint shadow. However, in the next moment, the trajectory of the sword was similar to The sword intent that bloomed made this short sword that had become a flying sword even more faint, as if it had disappeared directly into the air, but it had an obscure smell.

Just like in the early summer, on a drunk night, a person came under the willow tree of Fengqiao, but happened to meet a woman whom she had seen before, but she didn’t know where she was.

Ding Ning’s sword brought this taste into full play.

The name of this sword is “Fate”.

Some things are called destiny, which has a solemn taste, and some things are called “fate”, which often has a sweet and warm or slightly sad taste.

Mo Ying’s gun made a magnificent sound, like a dragon chant. As the powerful force in his body surged, the tip of the gun spewed a stream of red hotter than magma. This gun was used by the old powerful clan from the ancient practice ground. The secret trick in the practice classics is “Dragon Yin”.

Not only is it blooming with the power of the legendary dragon’s breath, the gun is powerful and powerful, but the magnificent voice also carries the power to confuse the spirit and perception of the practitioner.

However, at this moment, when his move was just starting, he failed to affect Ding Ning, but because of Ding Ning’s previous words and the sword intent of Ding Ning’s sword, his spirit was once again caught in a violent shock.

In his subconscious mind, he had actually thought about Ding Ning’s question.

It’s just that the answer is like a pebble sinking in the water, which was brought up by Ding Ning’s sword intent and surfaced.

He is indeed a very talented cultivator, otherwise, even with the inheritance of the Bashan sword field, it would not be possible to become strong in a short time.

However, Mo Ying, who knows Yan Xinlan and her temperament very well, understands in her heart that the reason why Yan Xinlan would pass his sword is because she rarely went out of the Bashan sword field back then, rarely communicated with others, and she was very young. . Because she was young enough, when he asked her to teach him the sword, she had never had the idea of accepting disciples before, so she hadn’t accepted highly talented practitioners as disciples.

But the most important thing is that precisely because she is young enough, she believes in fate.

On a spring day in a good mood and blooming everywhere, I saw a young man who was pleasing to the eye, and then the shy and somewhat dull young man asked her for sword skills, so she taught it.

This is fate.

Then what else?

If so, it means that he was still young enough at that time, so his eyes were clean, he had no desires or extravagances, just an ordinary pharmacist.

Mo Ying got the answer, his mood fluctuated more violently, and a trace of confusion appeared in the voice of Devil Dragon Yin.

A light sword light passed through the scarlet Qi Yan and fell on his forehead.

He was suddenly awakened and slightly confused, and a trace of misery flashed between his eyebrows, and his left hand was separated from the gun body. At this moment, his fingers clamped the sword light.

There was a soft sound.

The blade was like a loach with a slippery hand, forcibly out of his fingers.

His entire body slipped backwards, and the rapid friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground also made the sound of flying swords and fingers rubbing exactly.

A sword mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows, bones were deeply visible, and blood was flowing down the tip of his nose.

(This chapter writes my feelings. I am very satisfied with it. I manually like it. I am even more embarrassed to say that I went to Beijing to participate in the conference. The water and soil were not satisfied. The train back to Wuxi occupied a toilet of the high-speed rail. It almost became the No. A great Internet master writer who pulls the hook has done this twice, feeling hurt and weak.)