Vol 4 Chapter 68: Allegiance

The dust of the years has blown out from the cracks in the stone road, and it has fallen into the eyes of many people. It is a large and long sword array with a handle before the surname of the palace.
Among the countless practitioners who came today, many of them were the hidden powers who rarely went out of the gates. At this time, they couldn’t help but change their eyes and narrow their eyes.
They had a small heart for this famous lady, but now they know they are wrong.
This name is also an old man for Changling. She has experienced the most brilliant and age.
And the practitioners she saw were also the top practitioners of the time. Br/? novels >
She experienced the prosperity of the people in the Bashan sword field and also saw the demise of the Bashan sword field.
Perhaps in her hands, she has also passed many of the top swords.
At this time her shot, reminding all these practitioners, those who have these experiences are doomed to be ordinary.
Just like the casual ones under the seats of those people, even the coachman, is very powerful for the outside world.
This palace lady is also very powerful.
Powerful beyond the boundaries of their imagination.
These dusts form a large sword with a handle and a real killing. They overlap and overlap like a wall. Before the surname, they are a complete array of offensive and defensive swords.
Such a sword array, even the strength of the surging to the surname of the palace will be split into countless layers, let alone Feijian?
Even Huang Zhenwei on the corner of the building felt unbreakable.
In his view, Ding Ning wants to deal with this palace girl only relying on Feijian, but now the distance between Ding Ning and Rong surnamed the palace is not enough, only less than ten feet.
Such a distance is not a distance for a six-sector practitioner.
In the perception of the surnamed palace lady, there is no distance between her and Ding Ning.
A large sword stalked and filled all the space between her and Ding Ning, and between her next mind, these swords would be pressed against Ding Ning.
Compared with her sword array, Ding Ning is completely like a boat facing the storm in Wang Yangzhong.
Everyone thinks he can't compete at all.
In addition to all the way to the net glass and leaf frame behind him.
The eyes of two people fell on the iron sills that stood behind Ding Ning.
At this time, Ding Ning opened the shovel.
A sword shadow flew out of the iron shovel in a timely manner.
This sword shadow is very small, light color, like a small piece of moss, it seems soft and weak.
This sword shadow greeted the moving sword array, facing the first big sword, like a thin soft dagger against the wall.
The thin soft dagger is drawn on the moving wall. You can only cut off some wall ash at the touch of a stroke, and how can you block the advancement of the entire wall?
However, with this light stroke, the entire wall was broken.
This light-colored sword shadow, quietly opened the first big sword on the way.
An incredible inspiratory sound rang.
All the practitioners who had received the reaction violently contracted, and could not believe that this indifferent sword shadow had such power.
They also had no time to react, and they did not know why Ding Ning’s sword was born.
Ding Ning has given their answer when their inhalation sounds and the incredible emotions spread rapidly.
A sword light flew out of the iron shovel.
This remnant sword sprinkled with countless white flowers is no stranger to most people present.
But in the perception of many powerful practitioners, today's remnant swords are very different in peacetime.
The color of the sword is clear without any change, but it gives them a sense of mottled.
There are countless straight cracks on the end of the broken sword.
These cracks are produced when the sword is broken, like countless in-depth runes running through the sword and spreading to the hilt.
These cracks were originally particularly straight.
If the silk is not scattered, if the crack does not bloom in the white fine flowers, it is almost invisible.
However, in the perception of these powerful practitioners today, the crack of this sword is not straight.
Those swords are like playing different knots and then forming the sword.
The cracks are no longer completely straight, and there are different shades on the sword, so in these people's perceptions, they become mottled.
Just as the first sword like the moss fell silently on the wall of the moving sword, the moment the sword was flying from the shovel, the sword on the sword A knot has disappeared.
Then a sword shadow flew out from the end of the sword, like a grayish gray wall.
This sword like the gray wall gray also fell into the sword array, attached to a large sword, and then crushed the sword.
This sword array of the female palace is very large, and she has accumulated her grievances for many years, and the courage to escape without even having to care for anything.
Compared with this sword array, these swords are still too small and too weak.
However, the swordsmanship contained in these swords and shadows is all powerful, and the artistic conception is strong enough to start to make people feel a little shudder.
Some swords, seemingly with the power to change the rules of the front, directly shattered the big sword that moved.
And these swords are a lot...
One by one, the mottled sword shadow was released from the last flower remnant sword, and stabbed toward the front of the sword.
A loud bang.
There seems to be a man in the sword shadow, such as the mountain town, the hard-boiled will make the whole swordsmanship messy.
The sacred sword of the palace lady was actually broken.
"Let the sword mean?"
Someone reacted and called out.
But the more acquainted practitioner knows that his voice is wrong.
"Bearing the sword" can only use the real element to inspire some residual swords that have just been displayed, but it is equivalent to simulating some breath.
So this is "Yu Jianyi".
In the entire Fanghoufu, it is said that there is only a secret sword that can be realized only by the square embroidery screen.
Use the sword to take the real sword meaning and use it for the enemy.
The knots on the sword of Ding Ning’s end are the ones formed by the sword silk.
So at this moment, he is like borrowing a lot of strong swords.
Just as the sword of the swordsmanship was completely crushed, it was natural to think of the sword that Hengshan Xu Hou was on the long street at night.
"Ding Ning... Is he really a pro-pass of the square embroidery?"
Someone couldn’t help but screamed.
......
The heart of the surnamed palace lady violently contracted.
When the first sword was flying out of the iron scorpion behind Ding Ning, the skin on her body naturally ignited a small flaw.
The strong shock made her heart squash more blood, and her lips were tender.
A loud bang sounded.
Her sword array broke instantly.
At this time, two powerful swords crossed the broken sword array and fell to her body.
A heaven and earth flood furnace.
A huge wave of sky.
This is the sword meaning from Zhao Wei and the night policy.
This is the real life and death of the two, and it is the last sword of life and death.
These two swords appear at the same time, without collision, but at the same time attacking an enemy.
There is no sound in the blending of water and fire. However, the real element of Ding Ning’s real spirit has brought out some forces that do not belong to him at all.
Rong Gong women have no time to think.
Her hands are pushed forward.
A unique breath of the sword of the life sprouted from her palm.
There is still no sound.
But a beautifully beautiful flame was blooming in front of her.
It was a crystal water mass that exploded outside, and inside the water group, there were countless red to dazzling fire lines.
A sullen sorrowful sorrowful woman's red lips, like a blood drop, her body was shaken back high, like a kite being released.
A circle of black umbrellas moved quickly back, causing an exclamation of a squeeze.
The area of ​​combat has expanded and the previously abandoned space is no longer sufficient.
Fortunately, the frontmost are almost all practitioners, and such squeezing did not lead to falling and trampling, causing more confusion.
The water mass burst completely and turned into countless floating drops of water.
The water drops are burned by the fire line and begin to become a group of steam.
The eyes of the surnamed palace lady became a gap, and a sword fluttered in the white innocence and shot in front of her.
That is Ding Ning's last flower sword, his flying sword.
However, at this time, Ding Ning's figure disappeared into the mist in front of her.