The Sword Dynasty - 667. Chapter 666

Zheng An continued to scream in pain.

The small part of the body was completely separated from her body, but her figure still receded into the dust mountain behind, the blood was still in the air, but her figure disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this picture, Master Agni almost knelt down.

This sword is like the pinnacle of Wang Jingmeng back then. Although most of it comes from his power, but thinking of Wang Jingmeng’s accumulated prestige… Appearing in front of many practitioners who saw him in that battle, I am afraid that all these practitioners will feel the same as him.

“The grievances between you and me are gone, but you can only get out of the battle when this battle disappears.”

Ding Ning did not go to see him.

He looked at Zheng An’s disappearance, frowning involuntarily.

A small half of the body was directly incised, and the internal organs and meridians were fatally severely injured. However, he intuitively felt that Zheng An was still trying his best to seal his wounds with the vitality of the world.

Zheng An will eventually die.

However, there are many examples in the world of practitioners who can continue to fight for a period of time after their bodies are cut off, until their true essence is exhausted and they die.

Now Zheng An is not only trying to suppress the true essence and the flow of Qi and blood in the body, what she needs most to suppress is the indescribable fear of being cut open.

“If she shows up again, no one of us can stop her.”

Changsun Qianxue approached his side and whispered to him.

“If you must die, people like her will not be willing to die like this. It is only a matter of time to overcome the inner fear. She will definitely show up again.” Ding Ning listened to the words of Changsun Qianxue, thinking in her heart. But after all, it was still one point short, the true essence of that person on the raging fire was not his true essence after all. Then he took a deep breath, and then slowly said, “There is still one person missing, and there is one person who should be coming but hasn’t appeared.”

His words stunned everyone present, even Master Agni.

“Prince Yugou is indeed a character who didn’t even think about it.”

Ding Ning turned to look at Prince Yugou.

At this time, Prince Yugou had been poisoned and even lost his perception, and he couldn’t even make a sound. He banged chaotically in the dusty mountain, and his skin and flesh began to fester and fall off in pieces.

When a cultivator is unable to suppress the proliferation of toxins in his body and even his true essence is corroded, the final result is death.

Hidden for a long time, but came thousands of miles to die.

Everyone thought this matter was ridiculous, but they didn’t understand who Ding Ning said there was one missing person.

“The prince Yugou is called the prince, but he didn’t even make a day’s prince. Now it seems that he hates me and Bashan Sword Field even more than Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu. But looking at it now, even without me and Bashan Sword Field. How can people like him fight Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu? The people in Changling and other counties in Daqin need a sacred and bright sage like Yuan Wu, not a demon king who is surrounded by darkness. Back then, he chose the exercise method. When I didn’t even figure this out, how could I get the support of those nobles in Changling at that time?”

Ding Ning retracted his gaze, and then said directly: “I originally thought it was Meng Fangying who came in with the people from Jiaodong County, not the Prince Yugou.”

Master Raihu’s heart jumped, and even he immediately reacted.

Especially at this time, Fusu, who was in a very complicated mood, suddenly changed his complexion.

Meng Fangying is the father of Meng Qihai, and Menghou.

Zheng Xiu’s only cousin, Zheng Feiye, was married to Menghou.

Therefore, as everyone knows, the 13th Hou in Daqin, Meng Hou and Zheng Xiu are the closest. In a sense, Meng Hou is Zheng Xiu’s confidant, paying the price of marriage and part of the benefits of Jiaodong County.

Killing nine dead silkworms was Zheng Xiuchun’s biggest goal in the battle against Chu. At this time, several princes had died on the battlefields of Yinshan and Yangshan County. Military conditions had long indicated that Menghou had also arrived in Yinshan, but by then he did not appear on the battlefield. Where can he go?

“Meng Fangying’s personality is similar to that of Zheng Xiu. He won’t show up until the most sure moment. So he is trusted by Zheng Xiu.”

Ding Ning lowered his eyelids and said indifferently.

When his face changed, a cold and majestic voice rang, “You really know me well.”

At the same time when this cold and majestic voice sounded, Prince Yugou slumped, and his decaying body was directly shattered by a powerful force.

Pieces of horrible green debris fell in the depths of the dusty mountains like thousands of sharp arrows.

“Although the prince Yugou got his name, he usually doesn’t know it or obsessed with stealing his name, but after all, it is the blood of the royal family. At least he should die simply, leaving some respect.”

A middle-aged man dressed in the costume of the Hou Dynasty emerged from the dusty mountain.

Although his temples have been stained with dust, his face is still beautiful, but his arms bare outside his sleeves give people a feeling of hard as iron.

Some of the scars on the surface of the skin are like slices of blade scraping, but the wounds that have been cured are covered like iron sheets, and even shine with a cold luster.

He was originally an eagle breeder in the frontier army.

The reared eagle was only used to convey military sentiments. However, it took him more than 20 years to climb from the bottom of the frontier army to the heights of Changling, becoming the prince of the Great Qin Dynasty and married Jiaodong County. Another world-famous beauty, Zheng Feiye.

“You are Wang Jingmeng.”

Meng Fangying looked at Ding Ning deeply, and then said: “The Sage said it was really good. You are not the descendant of the Nine Dead Silkworms, but his own rebirth.”

…

Ding Ning looked at the familiar man without answering.

There is no point in thinking about any echoed words at this time.

The key is only that, inside and outside Chenshan, who else can stop Zheng Xiu’s chess piece, the real finalist in the end.

Lin Zhujiu and Zhang Shiwu were too late.

They were originally in Chu Capital, and their focus was on how to ensure that Chu was not chaotic and that Zhao Xiangfei would not die.

“Any last words?”

Meng Fangying narrowed his mouth with a faint smile, glanced at the grandson Qianxue, and then looked at Ding Ning’s proposal seriously: “Or can you talk about the secret of the Nine Dead Silkworms? That way, I might also make everyone here easier to die. .”

“Even if I really said the secret of the Nine Dead Silkworms, do you dare to listen?”

Ding Ning suddenly smiled, and said sarcastically, “Even if you heard it from me and told Zheng Xiu again, Zheng Xiu would allow anyone besides her who knew the secret of the Nine Dead Silkworms to exist?”

Meng Fangying suddenly stagnated, and his heart felt chilly.