Vol 7 Chapter 34: wait

"Besides the duel of weak wins, any other battles are bullying and shameless."
Ding Ning said this sentence, there is blood on his body, but he did not notice, just calmly looked at the night sky.
Looking at his look, no one would have thought that only a seven-time master would die under his simple sneak attack.
Fusu is very uncomfortable, but he can't speak.
Because Ding Ning said it makes sense.
There are too many night konjac, and there are not many people who know how many there are, and there are seven sects in the ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` First.
The night konjac screamed in anger and kept falling.
They are gathering more and more in the space of dozens of squares, and the density is getting bigger and bigger. A black tornado hurricane is formed around Ding Ning and Chang Sunshue, and all the black hurricanes are red eyes. And white fangs.
The movement of the grandson's shallow snow is extremely stable and concise. There is no superfluousness. The real yuan is used to the extreme. Every time she swings the sword, she will bring up dozens of transparent and pure swords, break the air and cut the first time. Falling night konjac.
These black hurricanes hovered around her and Ding Ning and others, but there was no way to really pose a threat. Only the blood waves formed by the broken flesh and blood were constantly generated, and the red ribbons flowed in the swirling air.
In the center of the hurricane, there is a smell of bad smell, and the air is sucked up, making Ding Ning and others breathe some difficulties.
But at this moment, there was a breeze, the black hurricane swayed outward, and expanded a little. A practitioner wearing a green shirt fell.
"Chongtian Jianyuan Yan Jing, I want to ask for a battle, if I win, then please let the emperor leave."
This is obviously a seven-level master, his hair is very chaotic, his clothes are not trimmed, but his eyes are bright and clear, he looks at the serious bowing, and the humility of the figure is surrounded by countless nights. It seems strange but very respectful. When he said such a discourse, a lot of vitality in his body emerged, not as a killing, but as a pure release.
The strong breath of his body has declined.
This is not a real dilemma, but it is really to release the true elements of the body and the strength of the heavens and the earth, so that the true power of the body is reduced to the level of only six.
The tone of this master was also humble to the extreme, using the word "seeking", but this is the case. If Ding Ning was the rebirth of that person that year, no one could be proud of him in the day.
The same strength of the six borders, even if Ding Ning has been seriously injured, but only by the perfect sword that was expressed before, the winner of this Chongtian Sword Academy will be very embarrassing.
However, for this practitioner, this is an opportunity for Fusu to leave safely.
Looking at this humble master, Ding Ning bowed to the ceremony, did not say any extra words, just said a word, "No!"
In a simple word, there is some kind of temperament that the seven realms can't match. The practitioner of the Chongtian Jianyuan is suddenly excited.
He took a deep breath and gave birth to a sword from his chest.
In his hand, he had a yellow bamboo-like sword, which was across the chest and said, "Please."
A crack in the sound of "嗤".
His life sword disappeared from his hand. In the space between him and Ding Ning, he suddenly shot dozens of yellow-lighted thunder, and the tip of the thunder even exploded, which is even more difficult to prevent.
Although his attitude is humility and humility to the extreme, but the shot is unrelenting, even beyond the usual limit.
Ding Ning is short.
The rough sword of the Great Penalty sword appeared in his hand and stabbed from the bottom up.
A slamming shock, like a bamboo pole under the water hit a stone.
The yellow-lighted thunder all collapsed, and the yellow bamboo-like sword of the life also slanted out, piercing the chest of an ecstasy, and then flew out to the rear of the night.
The body of the master of the Chongtian Swordsman turned into a streamer and retired. His eyes were full of incredible light, and his left hand clasped his right wrist.
His right wrist has been broken, and the force that hits his right arm is still deep into his body, hurting his guilt.
He knew the sword that Ding Ning had only applied.
This is simply a style of his sword in the Chongtian Jianyuan!
This is the sword of his teacher. The subtlety of his own cannot be compared with the secret sword he used. However, the other party just broke his sword with a simple sword like his teacher. A sword hit his wrist with a sword.
Ding Ning took the sword and gently swallowed the blood that rushed to the throat.
Fusu’s lips were trembled and his face was white. He was not disappointed because he could not get out of trouble, but he could also feel what kind of realm Dinging’s sword represented.
Among the sky, there are several masters who can come from these night sorcerers and do not cause these night scorpions to attack.
They are all the deployment of the Queen Zheng sleeves, some of which are directly from Jiaodong County, and they are the imperial concubine of these night konjac. However, at this time, watching Yanjing Jianyuan Yan Jing was defeated by Ding Ning, the masters kept Silence, did not join the battle immediately.
The eyes of Dong Hu’s repairs have not yet been opened. The addition of these people together may not be the opponent of the three grandsons, such as Chang Sunshing, Ding Ning and Dong Hu.
They need to use these night konjac to consume the hardships of the East and the Grandson of the Grandson.
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In the night, Sima was lying in a warm rut, surrounded by soft koi.
A medical officer was very careful to look after him.
The train he was in was already retreating and was evacuated to Yinshan.
The vast majority of the Daqin dynasty's army is also beginning to retreat in an orderly manner. Under the mad pursuit of the Dachu dynasty army, the naturally-armed army will remain in this land forever.
In the place where the battles of Ding Ning and others came before, the nightingale in black was still at the top of the hill.
He looked at the direction of the night konjac flying, the smoldering fire of hatred in the depths of his eyes, this smoldering fire seems to be burning his own soul, so that his body will not burn to the place where it will burn away.
But he is still waiting.
"Upper."
In the darkness, one and the other practitioners rushed behind him, giving gifts and waiting with him.
These practitioners carry heavy sword boxes on their backs.
This kind of sword box is specially used to store a lot of swords. In order to avoid damage caused by the collision of the swords, the inside is separated by a unique wooden lattice, and the blade is fixed and cannot be moved.
A large number of swords are to be transported. These swords are often just the standard swords used in the ordinary army. These sword boxes are also used in the military.
However, in the sword box on the back of these practitioners, there are constantly making various sounds, and there is a constant sorrow in the sword, or cheers. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net