Vol 5 Chapter 38: Sorrow

"put!"
A crisp female voice rang.
It is the Nangong pick that made this sound.
Her face was very chilly, but because she faced such a real battle for the first time, she issued such an order, so she also had a tremor in her sharp voice.
It is only the dozens of sergeants who have previously accepted the order to gather behind her, but there is no hesitation.
These dozens of sergeants are old sergeants, and their task in the military has always been to deal with the flying swords of the practitioners. />
The practitioner's flying sword is the most rapid harvesting killer on the battlefield. Therefore, although these sergeants are not practitioners, they have been violently strangled by many battles. The will has already been tempered like iron.
They have naturally filtered out all the noises on the battlefield, including any noise in the voice of Nangong. When the military commanded, these sergeants almost lifted their hands in a blank expression, and they buckled extremely smoothly and quickly. The copper trigger in the hand.
Dozens of strange whistling sounds simultaneously in the air.
This kind of voice is no stranger to the practitioners who have experienced the battle.
Dozens of red-brown metal flowers in the air are metal nets with heavy falling objects on the edges.
The slightly cyan flying sword that has just been provoked is struggling like a fish falling into the net. However, the more struggling, the more the nets are entangled into one piece, and eventually become a group of red. Metal dumplings, smashing into the ground.
This is the Shujian net of the Daqin dynasty. The copper net that has been added with a large amount of lead is able to isolate the infiltration of the heavens and the qi of the infuriating, while only the one is fleeting. The timing, if not this flying sword was provoked by another flying sword, but how can these bundles of swords easily hit the middle, and finally bind this flying sword?
The unspeakable cheers and snoring sounded in the army.
These sergeants naturally know what to pay for a practitioner in the weekdays, but only this moment, the other three practitioners have been directly killed, and a flying sword is directly tied, which is equivalent to the powerful swordsman. Lost your arm directly.
All of this stems only from the several military orders that Ding Ning issued before continuing to march.
"Scene sword!"
Until then, some of the practitioners who continued to appear in the grass reacted. The violent flying sword that first appeared in the past was not the flying sword that they shot, but Ding Ning’s own flying sword!
"puff!"
A fog spurted out from the throat of a yellow lover who stood in the grass.
The flying sword that had just provoked the micro-cyan flying sword was in the same area, but it was very timely to escape the restraint of those sword nets. At this time, it quietly passed through the grass and directly penetrated the name that just lost. The sword of the flying sword's throat!
The white Jianguang only appeared for a moment behind the practitioner, and then disappeared, not knowing where to go.
The threat of this flying sword, coupled with the sudden explosion of the life of the cultivator, made this world seem to be at the same time.
There are a total of seven practitioners who have emerged from the grass.
Only three of them were stagnant in the grass at this time.
No new military orders were issued.
It was only at this time that all the sergeants had already feared the ability of Ding Ning’s several military orders, so this army showed a cold and cold momentum than usual.
This kind of momentum pressed the three practitioners standing in the grass to look even more chilly.
A practitioner has taken a step forward.
Everyone is moving and he moves, and he naturally attracts everyone’s attention.
This is a middle-aged man with some whitish hair.
Ding looked at him quietly.
The middle-aged man was covered and bowed to Ding Ning. He then asked: "It is only a matter of strategy to use the method of fraudulent swords. But why do you expect that our people will appear behind your army?" That location?"

Does this make sense?

Ding Ning looked at the middle-aged man and said ironically, "Even if I answer your question, can you retreat?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said: "No one wants to send it to death intentionally. Maybe we have other choices."
Ding Ning looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly laughed. "The people who can see may have other ideas, but the people who can't see, but they should not change their original intentions, but also want me to die. So unless those look The missing person is dead."
Ding Ning's words are too difficult for most sergeants to understand, but the middle-aged man opposite him, including the rest of the practitioners, is very clear about what he means in these words.
The middle-aged man smiled at him with a bitter smile and said: "Can't there be a slight compromise?"
Ding Ning looked at him and the other two practitioners and said, "Otherwise, how can I believe in you?"
The middle-aged man hanged his head slightly.
He didn't seem to respond, but just as he drooled down, there were two angry screams in the desolated grass.
The two figures rushed out of the mud, and the grass and soil above were washed into thick fog. Underneath the two figures, there was a faint light flashing in the faint light.
Looking at the Jianguang chasing the two figures, Ding Ning's arm suddenly lifted up, his palms erected, and made a staggering gesture.
Looking at the whereabouts of Ding Ning's gestures, not only the number of commanders next to him, but even the eyes of Guo Feng and Nan Gong Cai were filled with shocking light.
However, the military order is a military order.
Several commanders watched Ding Ning's steadfast gesture, and the flag on his hand also waved!
"wind!"
"Gale!"
The cold and chilling army instantly burst like a volcano and made a tsunami-like sound.
All the pedals and symbols broke out at this moment, and the heavy metal rolled up like this in the wind, covering the sky and then falling like a mountain.
The middle-aged man looked up and his face was pale.
These metal murders, which cover the sky, fall not to the two practitioners, but to him and the other two practitioners.
The two practitioners behind him made a scream and rushed to the middle-aged man.
The two swords are as light as they are, desperately trying to protect this middle-aged man.
However, the middle-aged man knew that it was impossible to change the final outcome.
The flying sword, which seemed to be chasing two practitioners who had plucked from the ground, retracted sharply toward his body. At the same time, he just shook his head and said, "If you can go, go quickly."

"Boom!"
There was a heavy hammering sound between the heavens and the earth.
When the heavy objects flying in the sky smashed at the same time, the whole ground rippled like a wave.
Two practitioners around him made a sigh of sorrow and did not plan to flee.
The arms of the two men holding the sword are already and cannot be lifted.
What makes these two people most sorrowful is that there are several flying swords that have already flown from the front army, and among the few flying swords, there is no first flying sword.
The first flying sword with a fine flower in the handle was now in front of the flying sword recovered by the middle-aged man.
(This chapter is being rushed to eat, so the number of words is small, the following two chapters will make up)