This sword light is very wonderful, like the meaning of the sword in the city.

The sword light rises from the clouds, and then can lock in a target somewhere in the eye, such as the invisible giant wall.

However, Ding Ning's sword light did not contain fireworks at all, and even the people present could not feel the intention of killing.

Without killing, there is no trace to be found, and when it comes, it quietly occupies the opportunity.

Moreover, in this sword light, there are many forces that they have not touched.

The people who were present in the white mountains and mountains became inexplicably awe-inspiring.

The reaction of the palace in sight is also wonderful.

When this light sword light approached the roof of the temple, a great voice sounded in the empty temple group.

There were many sharp winds scattered from the ground beneath the temple, and naturally faced the sword light.

These winds are invisible, but they are as sharp as real metal blades, and in the perception of the crowd, these winds form eight huge golden people, with the palms sticking out and holding the sword light.

In the next moment, there was no violent collision or explosion.

The light and powerful sword light disappeared, and the sound of the fainting wind spread in this palace.

“The ground is broken.”

Ding Ning's eyebrows slightly, said softly.

“What do you mean?”The White Mountains are confused.

“Do you remember the mountain sword?”Ding Ning turned to look at her and said: "You enter the mausoleum for the lonely mountain sword, in fact, the lonely mountain sword and the ground formation of this Afang Palace are the same, is the use of the terrain built by the terrain, the difference is that the Lone Mountain Sword is the power of the earth, once used, the surface is destroyed, and the formation here, I am afraid that the atmosphere of the world will be quietly destroyed in the underground vein."

“So this is a turtle shell?”The white mountain understood, a mocking smile.

"It should be the spirit of heaven and earth that the practitioners have gathered together, and will they lose the invisible inside?"Night coldly looked at Ding Ning and asked seriously.

Ding Ning nodded his head.

"It's also a turtle shell."White Mountain said even more sarcastically: "He didn't dare to come out anyway."

The clouds in the sky calmed down.

"This turtle shell is perfect for him."Zhao Si looked at the palace, couldn't help but shake his head, softly said, "Anyway, he always likes to hide behind the scenes in his life, let people die in front of the curtain, good things he earned, but the name is to let people back, where in the world there is such a good thing."

The sword also looked at the palace without speaking.

Karmic karma seems to be a very delicate thing.

But many years ago, the long mausoleum's grievances now, everything seems to prove that this really exists.

...

It is very quiet in the palace.

The light of the sword never appeared.

However, in the perception of Yuanwu in the black dormitory, the sword light is clear to the extreme.

The fluctuations in the sky have completely disappeared, but the air in this black dormitory is as sticky as the sea water, constantly rushing with each heavy breath of Yuanwu.

Yuan Wu's eyes were full of indescribable anger, and there was inconceivable disbelief and fear.

“Why so fast!”

Although he is extremely clear, as early as more than a decade ago, Wang Xiang dreamed that he was stuck in the seven and eight realms.

However, from the seven realms to this sword full of eight realms, the other side is still too fast, quickly come to the limit of his imagination.

In his mind, even if Ding Ning only needs a few years, he can really enter the eight realms, and even directly in his cultivation in Lushan, but he still has breathing time, after all, he can still seek some victory in this time.

At that moment, many faces flashed in his mind.

Mo Shoucheng, Ye Xinhe, Xu Fu... and so many princes of Dqin.

But these people are no longer there.

Only Huang Zhenwei, who has been turned into a dead puppet, is still with him.

In the end, it was the face of Zheng Sleeve that appeared in his mind.

With the cold of the bone-eating, the existence of this emperor, who has been recognized by the world as the strongest practitioner and most powerful emperor for more than ten years, began to rise in his heart to endless remorse.

All of these accidents seem to have come from the sleeve.

As he and Zheng Sleeve drifted away, everything seemed to be losing control.

Suddenly his body trembled violently.

An indescribable pain filled his and his state of mind.

He began to feel that his first hatred of Wang's dream came from jealousy of Wang's surprise dream.

He was jealous of the cultivation and strength of Wang's dream, and even more jealous seemed to carry all the glory of the world, and Zheng Slee, who came from Jiaodong County, became the woman of Wang's dream.

But in the end, didn’t he win?

Didn't he let Wang start to dream of the moth, died in the Changling, and then successfully owned the throne, so that Zheng Slee became a queen?

Braving the name of the world, what is hard to win, should not be cherished, how can it eventually become like this?

No one can answer his question.

In the hundreds of miles around this black dormitory, there is no second living person.

He is a true widow.

...

Long mausoleum, twilight.

A carriage slowly stopped in the alley.

The carriage was unusual, but somehow it seemed to have a peculiar temperament that caught the attention of a military prison practitioner.

That night, the cold and Chen Chen successively left the Changling, the prison and the god of the prison have disappeared, and those who took on the duties of the former prison and the gods were transformed into the military and horse army supervision.

Only when Huang Zhenwei disappeared in Changling, and even the name of the guard of the corner tower was dead, these officials of the Military Supervision Office could not have the work of the prison of Tianshi and God's supervisors in the past.

When it was clear that the two men who were walking down the carriage, the officer in the military supervision subconsciously rubbed his eyes and thought that he had an illusion, but in the next moment, his whole body stiffened for an instant, and a flying sword in his sleeves was sharply croaking.

"Don't move, I don't want to kill, I'm not here to kill."

Ding Ning looked at the young official calmly and shook his head, "Think of your family."

The officer did not move.

His clothes were gradually soaked in cold sweats, and there was only one thought in his mind, "How can he appear so brightly in Changling?"

"You have to understand that from many years ago, it was not you who guarded the tomb, but us."Ding Ning looked at the young official and saw through what his heart thought, "For you, the long mausoleum is a home that can be protected with life, but even more so for us."So don't think that this tomb is yours, or Yuanwu's."

"I'm just here to meet some people, to talk about things, not to kill people."Ding Ning looked at the young official, who was no longer physically rigid at last, repeated this sentence, and then added it softly, "But since you have seen me, you will help me preach the sword order, and from today, Yuan Wu can invite me at any time, as long as it is a duel under fair conditions."

The young official's body shook violently, his mind was blank before he could react, and a cold piece of sword had fallen on his palm.