Vol 6 Chapter 43: Mission

Her brows were deeply wrinkled, and it seemed that she felt the sword fell on her brow. However, somehow, even after being out of Jiaodong County for the first time, she was so hurt, but there was no anger in her eyes. mood.
Bai Qi screamed like a wild beast. He did not know how many tremors between his fingers and fingers, forcibly controlled the power of the sword in his hand, and infused more power into the body.
The sword was defeated by him, but it was the power of the hostess from the palace, not his strength.
After all, he himself is a powerful practitioner who stabbed the almost invincible old man.
Although the long-haired Sun Xuesheng won the heroine in the palace, but the spark of the fire, even when the old man is in full bloom, it is impossible to retreat.
No one can beat him and Zheng Shou's team.
He thinks so.
Everyone who died before this army before him thought so.
Just as the deputy said at the beginning.
Everyone here will die today, but he will live.
He controlled the power of the sword in his hand, and then rowed out toward the long-haired grandchildren in front.
This is a very thin sword.
It doesn't seem to exist thin, but it gives people the feeling to cut everything, even the world.
The long-term Sunshine snow slowly collected the sword.
She really can't stop this sword.
But she knew she would not die because she was familiar with the sword.
At the time of her sword collection, her body stretched out a hand behind her, and caught her extremely fierce, even before the death of the sword, the strongest sword in the world.
Then the hand did not cause her resistance to the sword, and even with her life force, stabbed a sword toward the front.
The sound of the nine secluded king swordsman, with the deepest color in the world, brought out an unusually bright sword light, illuminating this dark lake.
Bai Qi’s breathing suddenly, Jiu Ning Ming Wang Jian is the most fierce and coldest sword in the world. The ordinary seven-sector practitioners are unable to control the power of this sword. The use will be eroded by the cold, but at this time, he is most shocked. However, it is not the same as Ding Ning’s own sword. The key to this sword is that the extremely bright sword light that Ding Ning applied at this time easily destroyed the sword of his sword. meaning.
He flew a lot of ice mirror-like pieces in front of him, and then he heard a loud bang in his wrist.
This is the wrist of his wrists.
Almost at the same time, a bang banged, his body slammed into the frozen lake, ploughing backwards.
In the hoarseness of the body and the broken ice, Bai Qi looked up, and the blood spilling from the throat reddened his thick face towel. There is still no fear of death in his eyes, because he is very clear that if the other side's sword wants him to die, then he is already dead.
Ding Ning calmly received the sword and handed over the nine Nether King Wang Jian back to the hands of the long-term Sunshine.
He looked at Bai Qi, who was embedded in the ice but stared at him, and said slowly: "You may be interested in talking to the enemy now."
"It turns out that you are the descendant of the nine dead silkworms."
Bai Qi suddenly laughed. "My sword is the sword of Wang Jingmeng. You can crack it so easily.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I know this sword meaning more than I... It turned out that the entire Changling was suspicious, and the fearless and uneasy nine-segment silkworms were so young.

Ding Ning did not respond, he just looked at Bai Qi silently.
White started to laugh, and he looked at Ding Ning with sarcasm and said: "Is it meaningful?"
Ding Ning looked at him and said: "Not necessarily, but it may make sense."

What's the point?
Bai Qi sneered.
How can you add a few innocent corpses to your squad when you cross the border in the past?

Ding Ning brows slightly, "innocent body?"
Bai Qi looked at him and said indifferently: "When you go to the Bashan swordfield to attack the city, will you be in the lives of ordinary people in the city?"
Ding Ning understands a little, looking up at the bodies of the practitioners on the ice and asking: "Your army, all of them are war orphans because of the battle between the Bashan sword field and the three dynasties?"
Bai Qi sneered, but he did not speak.
Ding Ning thought for a moment, didn't talk, but the long-term Sun Xuexue couldn't stand it, and he sneered. "If this is the case, then you should kill Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu. Is it now that the Bashan sword field has won the world? If you press your It is said that the Bashan sword field is only used by Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu. The real culprit that would kill your family is Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu. This account is counted on the head of the Bashan sword field. Don’t you think it is ridiculous?

"Is it?"
Bai Qi’s voice did not have any ups and downs, and the indifference sounded:
In the past, the war of Changping, Qin Jun had a strange soldier, snoring around the water to the rear of the Zhaoping army in the Changping countryside. On the way, he encountered a caravan from Luzhong. Some of Zhao’s practitioners, in order to avoid leaking news, Qin Jun’s squadron, will kill more than 300 people in this caravan, all of which are the squadrons of the Bashan sword field, Wang Jingmeng, the army division. Cooking wine."
The face of the grandson's shallow snow suddenly became pale.
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ding Ning.
Ding Ning's face looks strange.
"The caravan was completely killed?" He looked at Bai Qi, and some strangely asked.
"Occasionally there will be accidents, such as a fish that slips through the net." Bai Qi sneered down and said, "You want to listen to the past, this is my past."
Ding Ning looked at him calmly. "So you are the fish that slipped through the net?"
Bai Qi did not answer, he thought he did not need to answer.
"So your army, more or less, has such a past?"
Ding Ning laughed. "It’s so smart."
Bai Qi’s eyebrows are cold.
What do you mean?

"It’s really clever." Ding Ning looked at Bai Qi and said slowly and earnestly: "I don’t know the past of other people in this army, but your past... I mentioned this caravan, but I am really I know. Do you think that Wang Jingmeng ordered the caravan to be killed?"
White turned to look at the idiot-like look at Ding Ning, "Do you know that it will be more real than my personal experience?"
"What you experienced and heard was just an untrue story."
Ding Ning's face has not changed. He is only unusually peaceful. He said: "The real past is that Wang Jingmeng only ordered the caravan to be surrounded, so that the caravan stayed there. The real past is, sleepy. After living in the caravan, the heroes led by Wang Jingmeng and Bashanjianchang rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) On the last side, if there is the ability to change some orders, there will be only one other person who will never appear on the battlefield.

"Is Zheng sleeve?" Long Sunshue Xue Huoran understands, can not help but speak out.
The inexplicable shock of Bai Qi’s body, Ding Ning has no words, just watching him calmly.
"How do you know what happened in the past." Bai Qi thought about it, then looked at Ding Ning and said: "You are too young, so it is even less convincing."
Ding Ning smiled faintly, smiling a little sentimental. "There is no persuasiveness only in the facts. Since you have memories, you should remember that the army at that time was rushing to continue on the road after encountering you. And surrounded by your small The army should be re-started after the departure of most of the troops. If it is to kill the caravan directly, it will not be so troublesome. If the army is too far, this caravan will not be left."
Bai Qi sat up from the crushed ice, and his body trembled inexplicably.
"Know it is to know." Ding Ning looked at him and went on to say: "If you have memories, you may remember that the army left behind may have a dispute between the hands. Because there are two Bashan sword fields. The person who died, the person who stayed there said that the two people in the Bashan sword field had encountered the practitioners of Zhao Guo, but now they want to come, the two are definitely people who will oppose Zheng’s practice. And there is something You probably don't know that most of the supporters who stayed there were originally from Jiaodong County, and most of them were her family."
"It's no coincidence that too much coincidence."
After the pause, he looked at Bai Qi and said: "You have a mistake first. The Bashan swordfield does not care about the life and death of ordinary people in the army. The army of Bashan swordfield is extremely harsh. It is very possible. With the use of the meter or assassination, most of the battles will lead, and the two armies will be in the wild, and millions of troops will win and lose. It will be fixed. It is inevitable to accidentally kill and kill, but to get together such an army... Individuals are all because of various reasons, and the army that has a bitter hatred for Wang Jingmeng and Bashan swordfield is really good in those short years."
"Even if you only have hundreds of people."
Ding Ning shook his head with emotion. "It’s only a few years since he led the army. It takes an average of a few days to make something like this. Even the horse thief who specializes in looting the caravan has no such frequency. Do not do it. There are so many evil things. The people at the Bashan sword field are not mountain thieves."
Bai Qi’s breathing seems to stop.
There is silence on this lake.
The long-term grandson Xiao Xue smiled coldly: "I even understand it, you still can't understand?"
Her voice is full of ridicule, but naturally it is not mocking herself.
She said that she even understood it, just because she usually only considered practice, and would not waste her energy thinking about other problems.
But now Ding Ning said that it seems that there is not much consideration.
She added a sarcasm to add, "Growing the blame and innocent, changing the military order, which itself is what Zheng Shou is best at."
"What is the real past?"
Ding Ning no longer looked at Bai Qi, but turned and went to the icicle that was erected because of the sword on the surface of the lake. His voice whispered in the cold air. "This is in your own judgment, you I have kept my life now, and you have to use it, it is your own."
(End of this chapter)