The Sword Dynasty - 610. Chapter 609

However, Ding Ning did not stop there.

In a sense, at this time he is the sovereign of the Bashan sword field and the symbol of the entire Bashan sword field, especially when Emperor Yuan Wu personally guessed that he was Wang Jingmeng’s rebirth rather than a descendant. Ding Ning was present at this moment. In the eyes of all these people, I am afraid that there is not much difference from Wang Jingmeng of the year.

Even though countless grandmasters from all over the world gathered in Changling to kill Wang Jingmeng, if Wang Jingmeng opened his mouth to say something, all the grandmasters would listen.

This is enough weight.

What’s more, at this time, Ding Ning still has nine dead silkworms and the secret of why he has such a perfect sword intent.

So no one shot.

Everyone listened to his words.

“Tiger poison still doesn’t eat children, Yuan Wu, today you want to help Su accompany us to die together, but you just don’t want to lose an opportunity to kill us. Exchange a son for such an opportunity, this is you and Bashan sword back then The difference between those people in the field. Doing something or not, unscrupulous means can make you profit for a while, but do you only rely on cultivation to conquer the world?”

Ding Ning looked at Yuan Wu, and the irony was even stronger: “How dangerous is the Qin and Chu battle, even you have personally conquered, but you let Fusu be here with Sima, maybe you have long wanted to take this opportunity to simply kill this son. Forget it?”

Everyone in the room was suppressing their own mood and repressing their breathing. However, hearing Ding Ning’s words, even if everyone deliberately controlled it, countless small inhaling air-conditioning sounds still gathered together and sounded clearly. .

Not long ago, a hidden old lady was forced out of the Qin Palace, who was the powerful master of the Bashan sword field and the master of Zhao Yaofei.

But that incident also made all Qin people even more secretly guessing who Fusu’s son is.

“Fusu is naturally the flesh and blood of a widow.”

Yuan Wu seemed to have heard the voices of everyone, his voice still sounded peacefully, with suffocating majesty and vitality fluctuations, “Sending to the front line for experience is not a few people’s idea. What use are you saying these words.”

Ding Ning had difficulty breathing, but he still laughed, and said, “If you weren’t really worried, why should you respond to my words at this time, especially if you didn’t want to talk just now, but you still say so. Presumably you are also very worried. Clearly, although Zheng Xiurang sent them, they were not sent for you to kill.”

After a pause, he looked at Yuan Wu with a provocative look, and slightly mocked: “Maybe it was deliberately sent here to see your mind and see if you have any doubts about this son.”

“Who are extraordinary people, how can you save them?”

Yuan Wu looked at Ding Ning calmly and coldly, and slowly said, “This is the Jiangshan Sheji. For an unprecedented Great Qin Dynasty, even if the widow must sacrifice today, the widow will make the same choice.”

“This is what you call righteousness?” Ding Ning smiled and said: “It’s just that I am not arguing with you for what I said. , It’s not that I want to listen, but to let you tell others.”

“Remember what I told you when there was really no way?”

Ding Ning said this last sentence to the grandson Qianxue next to him.

When these words sounded, he no longer looked at Yuan Wu, but at the grandson Qianxue.

When his words sounded, Yuan Wu suddenly felt instinctive. This kind of feeling was unspeakable, but inexplicably felt that the other party could escape. He couldn’t help but let out a low roar in his throat, and along with this roar that didn’t resemble his roar, many bright light paths appeared on the surface of his body.

It was the meridian in his body that was shining. At this moment, the power in his body seemed to have completely turned into a bright beam of light that made the seven realms incomprehensible, coming out at a terrifying speed.

At this moment, his body didn’t look like a human flesh, but like a talisman.

There were countless roars from the extremely high altitude, as if countless gods and demons were roaring in response from the sky, the sky covered by the wind and snow was torn to pieces, and countless huge beams of light fell like a punishment from the sky.

At noon in the summer, when the scorching sun is the blazing light, too bright will give people the feeling of white flowers, and the brightness at this time makes everyone seem to become transparent, except for the bright white in the eyes. , There is no longer any shadow.

There is no sense of existence of sword intent, this kind of blindly light can not even make people feel the intent to kill.

However, not feeling it is the greatest danger.

During the last breath, Changsun Qianxue clenched the Nine Nether King Sword in her hand.

Before Ding Ning finally discovered the Great Punishment Sword, the Nine Nether King Sword was recognized as the strongest and most fierce sword in the world. It was a symbol of the Gongsun family, the first old clan ruler in Changling. However, the Gongsun family did not dare to seal up this sword for many years. Touching is because it is too strong and no one can surrender.

Changsun Qianxue concealed in Changling and spared no effort to repair this sword as a life sword. For her, this sword was once her only hope of revenge.

When the Wutong falls in the dead of night, Ding Ning and her have talked about plans for revenge many times.

The key to revenge is to be alive before killing the enemy.

So one thing Ding Ning mentioned repeatedly is that in case he and Changsun Qianxue are exposed, they will not even be able to escape from Changling along the retreat route on the wall he drew. When Changling was trapped by Tuantuan… That’s when there is really no way.

Now is the time Ding Ning mentioned repeatedly.

Changsun Qianxue held the sword tightly, without any movement, but only injected all the true essence and yuan pressure in the body into the sword.

The extremely deep color faded from the sword.

The accumulated cold accumulated in the sword of the Nine Nether Kings for an unknown number of years was forced out by the grandson Qianxue all at once.

The Nine Nether King Sword became transparent in her hand, like the cleanest crystal sword.

With a boom, Netherworld appeared.

When the extreme light in the sky fell, the earth rose up into the darkness, filled with the cold of silence.

The confrontation between light and darkness lasted only a moment.

Then it exploded on the plane where the two sides were in contact.

At the beginning, there was no sound, only the white flames flying in the sky and the boulders that the water vapor in the air was frozen by the broken dying chill.

Being able to freely penetrate the twists and turns of the sun in this world again, illuminating the scene of this train.

There are ice sculptures everywhere in the carriage.

Almost all practitioners under the six realms were not simply frozen, but completely frozen, died, and their flesh and blood became gray-black.

Under the flying impact of white fireworks and boulders, the bodies of these practitioners burst like colored glaze, shattered to the ground, and even ignited crystal dust.

Ye Xiao stood among the icy debris, two sword-inspired black wings slowly disappearing on both sides of him.

Such Jihan and the collision of the eight realm forces did not pose any threat to him, but it blocked his perception.

At this time, Ding Ning and others were no longer in his vision and perception, but he knew that this could not end like this, so he just turned slightly to look at Yuan Wu.

Yuan Wu nodded to him and said coldly: “They can’t escape.”

…

The old monk Donghu folded his hands together, and the two ends of the staff came out with Yuan Qi, which bound the bodies of Ding Ning, Changsun Qianxue, and Fusu.

He is like picking up three people with this stick and walking quickly.

In the battle just now, he didn’t have any obvious injuries on his body, but at this time, there were many bright cracks in his back and legs.

Seizing that moment to escape from Yuan Wu’s control, even his body couldn’t bear it, and the muscles that were tougher than Jinshi had many fractures.

“I can’t do anything for a day and night.”

Ding Ning swallowed hard, looked at the old monk Donghu and said.

The old monk Donghu nodded to express his understanding.

He was only the Nine Dead Silkworms who couldn’t see through. As for Changsun Qianxue, even his vitality was exhausted. For a long time to come, Changsun Qianxue was no different from ordinary people.

“We must keep walking.”

Ding Ning went on to say: “His last blow was not only a killing, but also a precaution against the possibility of our escape. We have his branded vitality on us.”

The situation of the old monk Donghu is not optimistic, but he nodded, and followed the direction Ding Ning was looking at, and said, “I understand.”