The Sword Dynasty - 693. Chapter 692

Ding Ning’s voice was not loud, but when his voice sounded, all the roars and harsh sounds disappeared.

The facial features of the woman standing across a sedan chair were a little convulsed, but she couldn’t respond with any sound.

“You do not dare.”

Ding Ning slowly raised his head.

Standing at the front of the car, he himself appeared taller than the woman, especially when he raised his head like this, everyone felt an indescribable majesty emanating from him.

“Otherwise, you won’t see Jian Ling just gobble up like this, and then just see me like this.”

Ding Ning looked at the woman’s double pupils, and slowly and calmly continued: “Senior Sister, you are still so timid, and you have never changed. But are you still qualified to let me call you Senior Sister?”

When his voice spread, there was a sound of air-conditioning around him.

This shock still stems from Ding Ning’s identity.

If he was really Wang Jingmeng back then, then this mysterious worshiper who was hidden in the Jian family turned out to be Wang Jingmeng’s senior sister?

Everyone knows that after entering the seven realms, Wang Jingmeng had become the de facto leader of the Bashan sword field. However, Wang Jingmeng’s specific ancestors were hardly recorded.

Few people outside know that when he first started his practice, he worshiped which master teacher in the Bashan sword field, or he had some inheritance from the former You Dynasty, and when he entered the Bashan sword field, he already possessed terrible skills and knowledge. .

“It’s really you.”

The woman lost consciousness for a moment, her pupils contracted and expanded like a flower, and repeated this sentence again.

Ding Ning raised his head higher.

His eyes fell to the sky.

The Mohua Remnant Sword had been hung around his waist, and then he held the sword and cast a sword towards the sky.

A sword aura appeared in the sky, like a cyan flame.

This cyan flame is like a creature with life, stretching in the sky.

Then Ding Ning made another sword.

There was a bright white moon higher in the sky.

The bright moon was slowly missing the corners, but a mysterious sword intent began to linger in this world, and it seemed that a killing intent would come to everyone at any time.

Then Ding Ning made a third sword.

Many gossamer-like sword lights flew around Ding Ning, converging and forming, like a grinding disc.

Only then did Li Jiaoyue fully understand what Ding Ning’s three swords meant.

The first sword is “Biluohuanghuo”, which is the unique knowledge of her and Master Wang Jingmeng. She could not comprehend, but Wang Jingmeng would.

The second sword is “Yin Qing Yuan Que”, which is one of the most difficult sword styles she herself can use.

The third sword is the “millstone sword”, a sword style unique to Wang Jingmeng.

There is no stronger proof in the world.

She no longer dared to doubt the identity of the person opposite, even if the appearance and figure were completely changed, she was sure that Ding Ning was that person.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning received the sword.

His fingers moved slightly, no real sword was drawn, but two faint sword intents were drawn out.

These two sword intents completely defeated her psychological defense line, and her strength seemed to start to drain.

These two sword intents were the sword moves used by both sides when she and Wang Jingmeng finally fought, especially one of the sword intents left an extremely vicious wound in her body, which made her rely on the vitality of Manglin Mountain. In order to stay alive.

This sword became a prisoner, imprisoning her in this Chu land for many years.

Even if there are still people in this world who can learn the sword intent of her and Wang Jingmeng, it is impossible for anyone to be able to simulate the scene of the final fight between the two using only sword intent.

So she knew it was true.

The dead person came back to “live” and appeared in front of her with a different face.

She trembled all over.

“You are too timid, so when you were threatened, you sided with Zheng Xiu, betrayed the entire Bashan sword field, and betrayed many people’s secrets.”

“Kneel down with the sword, you are no longer my senior sister, but I can forgive you.”

Ding Ning lowered her head, and her voice became colder, “You should understand that this is the rule of the Bashan sword field.”

Kneel down with the sword, and in the Bashan sword field, he expressed surrender, indicating that the sword and the name of the practitioner belonged to his surrender objects.

When Ding Ning’s indifferent voice sounded, Li Jiaoyue’s knees were already weak. She knew the rules of the Bashan Sword Field back then, but at the Bashan Sword Field, almost no one could accept such humiliation.

“According to the rules of Bashan Sword Field, accepting forgiveness, I can eliminate your hidden illness of Jianchuang. Because I have the Continuation of the Sky Divine Art of the Minshan Sword Sect.” Ding Ning looked at her blankly, and then said this sentence.

There was a puff.

Li Jiaoyue knelt down.

A cloud of smoke exploded from where her knees touched the ground.

The next thing that touched the ground was her body.

She almost crawled on the ground, rubbing her forehead against the ground. No one knew how complicated her emotions were at this time, but she could even see that she was crying.

No one finds it absurd, and not many people find it ridiculous.

Looking at the figure of Ding Ning standing in the sun, looking at the powerful practitioner kneeling in front of him, everyone began to understand that the reason Ding Ning wanted to do this was because it was a sacred ceremony.

Bring back the rules of the Bashan sword field.

This was a ceremony to announce to the whole world that he and Bashan Sword Field had returned.

From now on no one will doubt his identity.

This is the real reason why he didn’t kill Li Jiaoyue, but let this powerful practitioner who had betrayed the Bashan sword field kneel before him and accept his forgiveness.

The surroundings were completely quiet.

Many practitioners looked at Ding Ning’s figure and knew that this was not his most powerful, beautiful and shocking moment, but even so, many people’s minds had already given birth to the idea that practitioners should be like this.

Such an attitude and manner…no wonder there were so many practitioners who followed desperately back then.

In the gloomy carriage, Jian Chenyun’s breathing became smooth. He was no longer as nervous as before, but his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He finally understood why the Rams showed their attitude of submission from the beginning.

The opponent’s level is too far away from his own sect, and it is not on the same level at all.

A carriage left quickly before Li Jiaoyue got up.

Many people tacitly understood that it was the carriage of the Xia family.

The opposing force of the Crepe family has been resolved so painlessly, who is the opponent behind the only Xia family remaining? What kind of attitude will it be at this moment?

Ding Ning is not in a hurry.

He stayed in the crepe village, waiting for the Xia family’s response.