The Sword Dynasty - 694. Chapter 693

“Does he like forgiveness so much?”

There is a lotus pond deep in the courtyard of Xia’s family. In front of the lotus pond, stood a man in a green shirt.

Obviously, this man with a green shirt has lived in these Nanquan towns for a long time, and even speaks with some accent of Nanquan towns, but his clothes and dress are no different from those of Changling.

To be precise, the clothes and accessories he wears, including the cloth straps for tying his hair, are all the styles of Changling more than ten years ago.

His face also has the salient characteristics of Changling people, with a square face, a sword-like figure, broad shoulders, and a yellowish complexion, unlike the handsome and exquisite people in central Chu.

However, the aura on his body was completely different from that of ordinary Changling practitioners.

When he spoke coldly, the vigorous lotus flowers in front of him withered quietly, some of the fresh breath turned into a light blue air current, and finally turned into a pale black cold vitality, which merged into his palm.

This kind of cultivation technique that quietly devours the vitality of living beings, even in the Daqi dynasty, was considered by many practitioners to be an evil technique.

Shouyuan is the biggest influence in practicing this kind of exercise.

In other words, to put it in the simplest terms, forcibly plundering too complicated vitality into the body, it is easy to die earlier than others.

“Since he brought the Bashan sword field back to the world in this way, since he likes to be public so much, then I will see him publicly.”

The man in the blue shirt who seemed to have locked himself in the time ten years ago slowly turned around, looked at the several people in the Xia family who had long been unable to withstand the pressure, and said faintly: “Send me away. meet him.”

This sentence is a relief to the Xia family.

A carriage quickly arrived in front of the man in the green shirt.

The inside of the carriage was exquisite and gorgeous, but the outside was very shabby.

The man in the green shirt knew why the Xia family did this.

Because Ding Ning arrived in these Nanquan towns in a very ordinary carriage, and now that he has no objection to his identity, since meeting him, the Xia family dare not even look more ostentatious than Ding Ning’s carriage.

In fact, the Xia family had already succumbed and could not bear the pressure for a long time.

The man in the green shirt didn’t care, but when he closed his eyes slightly in the carriage, a slight irony appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the people who are stuck in entanglement are still the same group of people that year.

In the final analysis, those people’s battles are still going on.

In the next moment, a trace of sadness and anger appeared on his face, but then quickly disappeared and became indifferent.

On the road where the wagon wheels were crushed, the green grass quickly withered yellow, and the vitality that first turned green and then black was wrapped around the wheels of the wagon.

The black meaning on the wheels of the carriage was not noticeable at first, and slowly became as if countless black vines were constantly growing.

In the gutters on both sides of the road, bubbles continued to emerge.

No matter how cold and calm the face of the man in the blue shirt in the carriage, the natural reaction of these vitality can not conceal the extremely chaotic emotions in his heart.

Looking at these amazing appearances, all the practitioners gathered in the towns of Nanquan were enough to determine the strength of the practitioner in the carriage, but they couldn’t guess the identity of this person at all.

Is this a practitioner of the Daqi Dynasty?

How could such a cultivator hide in the Xia family, and why should he stand firmly on the opposite side of the Bashan sword field?

The most important thing is that these breaths he showed didn’t seem to have the intention of succumbing to Ding Ning.

“The grievance is solidified. It’s more difficult than I thought, because I owe him. You don’t have to come out.”

When he saw the carriage from Xia’s house clearly, Ding Ning’s complexion became very heavy. He left the crepe village by himself, walked to the outermost bridge, and faced the carriage.

When the practitioners driving in the Xia family saw Ding Ning’s figure appearing on the bridge, they naturally reined their horses and wanted to stop the carriage far away.

However, as soon as his hands were exerting force, he was already unresisted by a chilling force and flew out of the carriage and landed on the back of the carriage.

A burst of rapid breathing sounded.

The carriage did not slow down and rushed under the bridge. Even when many people thought the carriage was about to hit Ding Ning on the bridge, the carriage stopped.

Ding Ning’s complexion did not change, he bowed solemnly, and bowed first to the man in the carriage who had not yet shown his face.

The people who saw this picture all around were silently shocked.

What kind of character is he worthy of saluting first?

“It seems you have guessed who I am.”

The voice of the man in the green shirt rang, he appeared in the front of the car, but he did not get out of the car. Just as Ding Ning looked at Li Jiaoyue before, he looked at Ding Ning condescendingly.

His voice was very peaceful, but when such a voice sounded, the black air entwined around the wagon wheels flew out like countless frightened bats toward the surrounding sky.

“You should be the big disciple of Shang Da, Wen Guanyue.” Ding Ning took a deep breath and replied.

The man in the green shirt did not deny. He looked at Ding Ning and said, “You can forgive others, but who will forgive you? You are still alive, but my teacher is dead. He has no way to forgive you.”

After a pause, he went on to say, “I will not forgive you either. Even if you can kill me today, you need a reason to kill. If you think there is a reason, you kill me.”

The man’s voice was like thunder constantly blasting in the minds of everyone around him.

In the past, the Bashan sword field promoted reforms, and the merchants first relied on.

However, in order to weigh, the merchants have become victims. For the practitioners in Changling, they may also know that the merchant has saved an orphan. For the practitioners outside, the merchants are completely destroyed, and there is no one. Leave.

“You can live, it’s good.”

Ding Ning looked at Wen Guanyue’s eyes and said quietly: “I thought you were dead, but I didn’t expect you to escape. I heard the news too late, and when I rushed back, there was only time to save her.”

“Even if she was the only one left, you still saved one person, but do you still think it was all your credit? If it wasn’t for my junior sister to pretend to be her, it would lead to many practitioners who were chased and killed, if it weren’t mine. My friend lives and fights to death, can you have time and opportunity to keep her?”

Wen Guanyue laughed loudly, “Don’t forget, you personally asked my teacher to help you, but have you fulfilled your promise to my teacher? I don’t owe you and you Bashan sword field, only you and Bashan sword The field owes our businessmen. So I will not forgive you.”

“Don’t tell me that you have tried your best. Now the final result is that my teacher and my friends died because of you, but you are still alive.”

“Don’t tell me that the enemy is Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu’s stupid things. Without you… Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu wouldn’t be able to sit in that position.”