The water covered the fire line and fell into the river.

There was hardly any sound, only the smoke rose.

The big river dried up for a while, and the bare riverbed was like a piece of land that had been out of water for a long time.

In the next moment, the water of the moat Hanoi poured out more turbulently, and the currents that flowed elsewhere in the river, aroused a clear white wave.

The water vapor floats to the high ground and is cold, and more raindrops fall.

The heavens and the earth were in it, and the fire of all kinds of earths gathered together, and the oven of all things could be burned, so that it was broken down.

Looking at the city gate building that was not even charred in the roof, looking at the two people who were still quiet and opposite, everyone inside and outside the city wall was shocked.

"You can break a sword like that."

There was a raindrop falling on Zhao's face, and it was rolling, like tears, and she looked at Ding Ning and said.

"There is no such thing as an unbreakable sword."

Ding Ning looked at her and said calmly, "If you fight for life and death, then there will be a back."

"My master thought of such a sword to you, and it seems that I still don't know my master enough."Zhao Mi slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes kept beating, she said softly: "He doesn't want to kill you, just want to see if you can cope with this sword."

Ding Ning's eyes appeared faintly sentimental, "kill itself is not the best way, if a sword can understand each other's minds, there are many things that do not have to be solved by large army fighting."

Zhao Mi took a deep breath.

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

Her gratitude contained a lot of things.

Ding Ning's sword response made her more understanding of the sword path, but more importantly, she was like seeing her master's heart.

Ding Ning slightly returned.

Zhao Mi no longer stopped, drifting away to her earlier boat.

The moat flowed out, surging to the extreme, but with the long sun shallow snow, the boat is like another world thing, still quietly leaning on the side of the small boat where the long sun shallow snow is located.

At this time, Zhao Miao fell back to this boat, this boat was like an arrow from the string, following the water flowing to the river, and in an instant, everyone on the wall saw only a petite back.

Ding Ning looked at her back, and her eyes were full of emotion.

He could see that Zhao Miao's departure, there is a sense of the meaning of death, if there is no accident, perhaps this Zhao Si and those Zhao Sword Furnace practitioners may not necessarily return to meddle in the world's disputes.

It is only to make him happy and admirable that she should have made great achievements in the future on the way of practice, and it should only be a matter of time before her master.

There was only one of him on the door.

But at this time, more people noticed the boat that stayed on the water.

Many people began to determine the identity of the ship's eldest grandson, Shun Xue.

This brings back more memories.

However, the things in the memory are clear to the moment, which can also bring more fear to many people.

In a crowd somewhere on the wall, the face of a practitioner was pale.

From the outside, he was at most over forty years old, but from a certain unique taste, he was much more than that age.

He bowed his head, as if trying not to make people notice himself.

However, his robe was very bright.

Throughout the long mausoleum, Zhengwushi did not have several official titles above him.

Even at the moment when he was full of impulses to escape, Ding Ning's eyes had fallen on him.

“Aaron, what do you want to talk to me about?”

Between Ding Ning and this high-ranking official of the main martial arts case, there was a heavy crowd, but Ding Ning asked him first.

Many of the people present were not surprised.

When the long mausoleum changes, including the subsequent siege of the Bashan sword field, many of the troops originally belonging to the Bashan sword field have betrayed, and some army generals have made orders that have made many people's hearts chilled, so that the entire army of their subordinates will be sent to death.

One man, one command, pits the whole army under his command.

Only because that army was the army of Bashan Sword Field.

Anjingyun is one of those generals.

But An Zhangyun did not think that there would be a time to face the sword field again, and did not think that he would face the man again.

Without any hesitation, when Ding Ning's eyes fell on him, An Tingyun began to flee.

His body turned into a strong wind, swept deep into Chudu.

He knew that he could not be Ding Ning's opponent, but he was also a practitioner of the seven realms, and there was a great chance to escape from each other.The most important thing is that he is a court official of the Dhexin Dynasty, and although some armies and practitioners are wavering in the face of the former military god, as long as Ding Ning does not kill into the city, these armies and practitioners will not even shoot, but if Ding Ning is killed in the city, these people's attitude will be different.

However, it was only in a moment that he felt a strange breath.

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

He looked back, leaving his body inexplicably stiff, he saw that Ding Ning did not chase him, still just standing quietly on the roof of the city gate.

“I am the leader of the sword field of Bashan, although I also use it, but if I fight to death, I am a first-time soldier, and I can’t shrink back from it.”

“Now my DQin practitioners really become so miserable?”If so, even if you win the world, you lose your face."

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

“If you dare not fight, you will leave the city, but you must be ashamed.”

Ding Ning's voice sounded, although not high, but it was extremely clear into the ears of all those who could see him.

When these words were said, the last flower sword was suspended on the side of Ding Ning, reminding everyone of the life of the original owner of the sword.

Many people’s bodies trembled.

Many years ago, the DQin Dynasty was not strong relative to the dynasties, but the sword field dominated the change, and Wang Xianmen and many swordsmen in the Bashan Sword Field first taught the Qin people to be brave, and then taught fairness and shame.

Was it fair to Bashan Sword Field?

When it is, everyone is proud of being a Qin, not just because the Qin force is the strongest.

Is it the same as the old man now, the big Qin now?

“Silent Sword Qiu Yinjun, please!”

A voice of killing sounded.

One man swept up from the wall, according to a sword light, and fell toward the place of Ding Ning.

Ding Ning, holding the last flower sword horizontal chest as a courtesy, and then waved the sword.

A cracked sound.

The last flower sword easily tore the man's sword light, like a wave, photographed the man's chest like a wave, and photographed the man from the air.

"Qishan Sword Court Qi Linjun, please."

Another sword light flew up and rushed toward Ding Ning.

Ding stood still, saluted again, and gave the sword.