The Sword Dynasty - 773. Chapter 772

The stream of water envelops the line of fire and falls into the big river.

There was hardly any sound, only white smoke rose.

The river dried up for a while, and the exposed riverbed was like cracks in pieces of land that had been short of water for a long time.

In the next instant, the water in the moat poured back more turbulently, colliding with the water surging from elsewhere in the big river, causing a clear white wave.

When the water vapor drifted up to the high altitude to be cold, more raindrops fell.

The oven that filled the heavens and the earth, gathered all kinds of human fires, and could burn all things, was broken like an understatement.

Looking at the gate tower with no burnt eaves, and watching the two people still facing each other quietly, everyone inside and outside the city wall was shocked and speechless.

“It turns out you can really break such a sword.”

Raindrops fell on Zhao Miao’s face and rolled down like tears. She looked at Ding Ning and said.

“There is no unbreakable sword style in the world.”

Ding Ning looked at her and said calmly: “If life and death are struggling, there will be a future.”

“My master only thought of such a sword for you back then. It seems that I still don’t understand my master.” Zhao Miao slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes kept beating, she said softly: “He doesn’t want to kill either. You just want to see if you can handle this sword.”

A touch of sentiment appeared in Ding Ning’s eyes, and said: “Killing itself is not the best method. If it is a battle that can understand each other’s minds, there are many things that don’t need to be solved by army fighting.”

Zhao Miao took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at Ding Ning, and said, “Thank you.”

There are many things in her thank you.

Ding Ning’s sword response gave her more comprehension in kendo, but more importantly, she seemed to see the heart of her master.

Ding Ning bowed slightly in return.

Zhao Miao no longer stayed, and floated to the surface of the water behind her.

In the moat, the water flowed outwards, turbulent, and only the small boat in which the grandson Qianxue was, was like a rock in the river, standing still.

Zhao Miao passed the boat, but took the pot of wine thrown by Changsun Qianxue to her.

She smiled at the eldest grandson Qianxue and thanked her. Only then did she have some daughter gestures.

In the next instant, she was walking on the waves, following the water to the outer river. In a blink of an eye, everyone on the wall saw a petite figure from behind.

Ding Ning looked at her back with emotion in her eyes.

He could see that Zhao Miao’s departure meant that his grievances and grievances would have disappeared. If there were no accidents, perhaps Mr. Zhao Si and the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu might not have come back to intervene in the world’s disputes.

It was just a matter of gratification and admiration for him that she should have great achievements in the path of practice in the future, and it should only be a matter of time before she surpassed her master.

He was the only one left above the gate.

But at this time more people noticed the boat staying still on the water.

Many people began to determine the identity of the eldest Sun Qianxue on the ship.

This evokes more memories.

However, the things in the memories come to the eyes clearly, which can also bring more fear to many people.

In the crowd somewhere on the wall, a cultivator’s face was exceptionally pale.

From the outside, he is at most forty years old, but judging from a certain unique taste on his body, he is far more than this age.

He cowered and lowered his head, as if he wanted to keep himself from being noticed.

However, the official robes of Masaru on his body are very dazzling.

In the entire Changling Ling, Masamura did not have a few official titles above him.

Just when he was full of the urge to escape, Ding Ning’s eyes had fallen on him.

“An Takiyun, what do you want to tell me?”

There was a heavy crowd between Ding Ning and this senior official of the Masaru Division, but Ding Ning asked him first.

Many people present were not surprised.

During the Changling changes, including the encirclement and suppression of the Bashan sword field, many troops originally under the control of the Bashan sword field rebelled, and some generals of the army gave orders that chilled many people to make their entire army. To die.

One person, one command, pitted the entire army under his command.

Just because that army is the army of Bashan Sword Field.

An Takiyun is one of such generals.

It’s just that An Takiyun didn’t expect that there would be a time to face the Bashan sword field again, and he didn’t expect to face that person again.

Without any hesitation, when Ding Ning’s gaze fell on him, An Longyun had already begun to flee.

His body turned into a violent wind, sweeping towards the depths of Chu Du.

He knew that he could not be Ding Ning’s opponent, but he was also a practitioner of the seven realms. The most important thing is that he was a court official of the Great Qin Dynasty. Although some armies and practitioners were vacillating in the face of the former military god, as long as Ding Ning did not enter the city, these troops and the practitioners would not even be able to. If Ding Ning enters the city with nothing, the attitude of these people will be different.

However, just after a breath, he felt a strange breath.

It is not that the threat of death is imminent, but the world is too quiet.

He looked back, and what made his body stiff inexplicably was that he saw that Ding Ning was not chasing him, but still standing quietly on the top of the city gate.

“I lead the Bashan sword field, although I also use tricks, but if I fight to the death, I will take the lead and never back down.”

“Now my Daqin practitioners have really become so unbearable? If so, even if they win the world, they will lose face.”

“If you want to fight, come to fight, don’t drive deployment, let others fill their lives.”

“If you don’t dare to fight, you will leave this city, but you must know how to be ashamed.”

Ding Ning’s voice rang, although it was not high-pitched, but it was very clear in the ears of all those who could see him.

When these words were said, the Mohua Remnant Sword was suspended beside Ding Ning, reminding everyone of the life of the original owner of this sword.

The bodies of countless people trembled.

Many years ago, the Great Qin Dynasty was not strong relative to other dynasties. However, the Bashan sword field led the reform. Wang Jingmeng and many swordsmen in the Bashan sword field first taught the Qin people to be brave, and then to fairness and shame.

Was it fair to Bashan Sword Field later?

When it was, everyone was proud of being a Qin, not just because Da Qin was the most powerful.

Is the current Changling, the current Daqin still the same as before?

“Jingyun Jianyuan Qiu Yinche, please!”

A sound of killing sounded.

One person swept up from the city wall, followed by a sword light, and fell towards Ding Ning’s place.

Ding Ning nodded, held the last foil sword horizontally as a gift, and then swung the sword.

There was a cracking sound.

The last foil easily tore the light of the man’s sword, slapped the man’s chest like a wave, and shot the man upside down from the air.

“Qi Linjun, Qishan Sword Academy, please.”

Another sword light flew up and rushed towards Ding Ning.

Ding Ningjing stood still, and returned his salute again, with a sword.