“The sophisticated medicine... such a sword... how many secrets are hidden in your body!”Suzanne laughed wildly.

Ding Ning calmly said: "This has nothing to do with you, the key is that you are now with the sword's hand has been scrapped, I can see that you are born left-handed, so even if you change your right hand to refine the sword, the natural disadvantage will make your sword very mediocre."

Su Qin's smile disappeared, and his face began to be grayer than the grimace in the picture.

A master of the Ivy Sword Academy rushed out of the rattan forest and took the medicine box to Sukhin.

“Don’t come near me!”

However, it was not really close, and Su Qin looked at the blood-soaked left hand, but like a wounded beast, he uttered a hysterical hissing at the division commander of the Ivy Sword Academy.

The master of the vine sword court stayed and frowned.

He was closer to the battlefield than the people on the observation deck, so he saw more clearly what was happening here.

"Not to mention that you are self-inflicted."

He looked coldly at Su Qin, who was completely out of control, and sneered, “From today, you think you are still the genius who needs to make many people around you in the Zongmen?”

With this sentence, he no longer paid attention to the blood-thirsty Su Qin on his hands, and turned to the place where the South Palace Zechi and Liu Yangang fought.

Yangon has already lowered his sword.

He had also been able to resist the power of the sword in the South Palace, but now that the battle between Ding Ning and Sukhin had ended, the remaining courage in his body had disappeared.

"I give up."

He lowered his head and said to the South Palace.

“Little brother, Su Qin...”

Zhang Yi also did not think that such a situation will occur, he does not want Ding Ning to be damaged, so he just ignored the output of the real yuan, want to get rid of the entanglement of ink as soon as possible, but because of his own generous temperament, he really does not want to see such a desolate result of Su Qin.

He was well aware that falling from a genius to scrapping even the average practitioner was the most severe punishment for a practitioner.

...

The outcome of the battle was so unexpected that even the ink stopped.

In his sight, it seemed that everything was under his control, and Su Qin, like Li ghost, was exactly like two worlds.

He looked down and saw the sword in his hand.

The self who owns the cedraper sword and the previous self are also two very different people.

Only those who give the snow sword to themselves hope that they can prevent Ding Ning from winning.

So now that Sukhin has lost and Liu Yangang has lost, he seems impossible to defeat Zhang Yi and has any impact on the final result, but he still feels he must do something.

So he raised his head.

When Zhang Yi was still worried about how this was good, and there was nothing that could cure Sukhin's arm, his body had turned into a strong wind, passing by Zhang Yi's side and rushing toward Ding Ning.

Almost everyone did not think that in the case that the victory and defeat were already doomed, the ink dust would have such a move, so even the commander of the Ivy Sword Academy on one side was stunned.

“You!”

Zhang Yi was obviously also a tug, and he could not understand why the ink dust did it.

"You're so bad."

But he absolutely did not allow the ink dust to do anything harm to Ding Ning, and at the moment of such a sound, his whole body turned into a strong wind.

With the wind rising, there was also heavy rain.

His hand is as warm as the jade sword, in this moment countless swords turned into a rainstorm, from the back to catch up with the ink dust, the ink dust wrapped in.

The eyes of the ink faded.

He no longer had a sword.

Because of Zhang Yi's sword, let him understand that what Zhang Yi said at the beginning was true, Zhang Yi was much faster than him, and he could not get rid of Zhang Yi, causing any threat to Ding Ning.

Countless heavy-hurry swords sprinkled around him, crushing the countless deciduous leaves on the ground around him.

The sword fell in front of him.

"It's the Bashan night rain sword... rain-sprinkling plantains!"

On the observation deck, Di Qing frowned, turned his head to look at Xue, and said softly, "This is in the first year of Yuanwu, this is a sword that must be burned."

Xue looked at him with a slight smile, with a hint of undisguised pride, "such a sword, there are many in the hole of the white sheep hole."

“I don’t think you’re right to do that, but I have to admit that you are a worthy opponent, even as an adversary.”Di Qing turned his head and sighed.

Su Qin fell on the earth with crazy eyes on countless fine holes.

Feeling the speed and power of Zhang Yi's sword, he finally understood that Zhang Yi's modesty in the day was true modesty.

Thinking that if it was a fair showdown, he could not even win Zhang Yi, and he laughed again, laughing incomparably sad, and strange in appearance.

...

Zhang Yi frowned, originally wanted to say something, but looking down his head, unpacking the ink of the mole, he closed his mouth, his face returned to gentle, no longer said anything.

But Ding Ning is not as kind as he is.

The futon sword in the ink dust hand and his last move made him understand a lot of things in an instant.

“Did you buy it with this 雪py sword?”

He mockedly looked at the ink dust, "so you sergeant died for the confidant, even at this time, want to fight, see if you can kick me out of the first three?" 」

The ink is silent.

"The ceud sword may be as heavy as life for you, but for a person like Li Lingjun, it is only a relatively beautiful decoration."By this means against a barber-brendy who does not pose a threat to him at all ... You must not think too well of him, he is not so sublime at all.”Ding Ning looked at him and sneered softly, "Worried, you told him that you have caused me to be an opponent like me, and I will make him regret it in the future."

He and the ink in the middle of the dust heard Ding Ning's words clearly, he just loosened his brows and wrinkled again, sad turn around and persuade: "Little brother, Li Lingjun is naturally wrong, but you speak quickly for a while, it doesn't mean anything."

Ding Ning calmly said: "There is a fast word in the tongue, and if something is said, it will be happy and happy in your heart, which is what it means."

"Little brother, there seems to be something wrong with that."Zhang Yi said in a sultry voice, "But I can't convince you either."

“My life is not justified.”

Ding Ning raised his head, looked at the sun that seemed warm and not so dazzling in the late autumn, and said softly in his heart, and his face showed some satisfied smile.

The sword test is now an important step after being exposed to the sun of the long mausoleum.

This step can finally be completed according to his expectations, and many traces on the wall of his home in the sycamore house can be erased faster.

The observation deck also calmed down again.

The vines behind Ding Ning, like the vines of the city walls, made countless hicbills.

Many coarse vines swam like water snakes, and countless vines withered.

The leaves danced and the vine walls disappeared.

In front of Ding Ning and Zhang Yi and Nanmiya Zechi, there was a flat passage.

At the exit of the sacrificial sword canyon at the end of the passage, there is a high platform, and on the three dead vine pillars above the high platform, there are three pieces of green fat jadeper.

“Let’s go.”

Looking at the Nan Gong Zechi, who had already treated the wound, and Zhang Yi, who was still worried, Ding Ning began to walk towards the high platform.

Until this time, all the people on the observation deck who were shocked by his sword, reacted completely, and this half-day, the young man who refined the air in January, truly became the ultimate winner.

The golden sun sprinkled on his back, walking on the flat road full of countless yellow leaves, and it seemed extremely brilliant at this time.

However, I don't know why, looking at the broken sword on his waist, looking at his seemingly calm posture at this time, Xie's eyes can't help but be moist.

She felt that every step of the way his thin body seemed unusually difficult.

The thank-yous of her side did not have so many feelings.

Thinking that his "bro-in-law", who had shouted a lot of voices, was so incredulous, his face was also full of brilliant brilliance.

He turned around and saluted the unrecognizable spring spout on his face, unable to hide his pride: "Finally, I still want to thank you."

"I want you to say more when the sword will come to the Minshan Sword."

Then he said this to the care of the statue in the sun.

Li Dao's face did not change, but his heart was also completely satisfied.