Vol 8 Chapter 70: peer

"If you want to use your own life, in exchange for all the enemies of the Bashan swordfield, even if it is directly surrendered, it is impossible to obtain our forgiveness. It is impossible to succeed."
Ding Ning looked at Zheng Zheng and went on to say: "Because before the enemy thinks about it, I will tell the other party whether he is likely to get our forgiveness."
Zheng Hao’s face gradually gloomy and he stopped talking.
He held the golden crown by his hand, and Wu Dongqi, who was bent over, slowly straightened his body and put the gold crown on his head again.
When he regained his golden crown, his obedience on his face had completely disappeared and he laughed. His skin color is small ~ say ~ also a little dark, with the teeth is particularly white, his gums are extraordinarily bright red, inexplicable gives a feeling.
"But the murder must be justified, even if you don't give me the chance to surrender, but you should understand that you are a predecessor of my master's generation, and I am a younger generation, you kill me, this is not the rule."
He smiled like this, watching Ding Ning, and sarcastically said: "You can not make sense, but you can't ignore the rules. The rules of the practitioners' world are now recognized, especially the rules of many customary conventions. The habit formed during the Bashan sword field."
He has always used the word "you" at the beginning of these words, but the last sentence is to deliberately say "you", which makes his ridicule in this sentence even stronger.
However, listening to his ridiculous words, Ding Ning was not angry, just shook his head and said calmly: "You have to be the best when you talk about rules, because today is not my famous day, but the name of the mine When."
Both Wu Dongxuan and Zheng Zheng were stunned. The eyes of the two men contained accidents and fell on the dust behind Ding Ning.
Ding Ning went on to say: "When his master respects you and his master, and your master is famous, his master is not yet famous, so in this so-called generation, nature is very fair."
Wu Dongyan frowned deeply.
He can see that dust is only six.
The old Wang Jingmeng dream can cross the border and win, but does not mean that the rest of the practitioners can cross the border to win.

Are you careful after you die?

He took a deep breath and looked at Ding Ning. "I am afraid that I have any special means, so let such a practitioner first test what means I have?"
"You have to think clearly."
He added a little more tone and said to Ding Ning: "If I killed him, maybe all the practitioners in the world would think so."
Ding Ning looked at him and saw through all the thoughts in his heart. He said with a slight sigh: "You can rest assured that if you are not your opponent, I will not deal with you again."
Wu Dongyu did not understand where Ding Ning’s confidence came from, but he had already got the results he wanted.
"I will try to kill him, so that is a good move, because everyone in the world will know that someone can kill the people around you in front of you."
When he finished the sentence, he waved his sleeves.
There was a terrible wind in the sleeves, letting his body float and float to the rear of the dust.
Before he fell, everything behind the dust, including other people standing up, was blown away by the wind, revealing a lot of open space.
On the ground blown by the wind, many flowers of blue ice crystals grow like a flower.
Wu Dongxuan is a pro-disciple of Guo Dongjun. Guo Dong will also give an Eastern character in his name because he appreciates his talent. After Guo Dong’s death, Wu Dongjun violated the will of Guo Dong’s will and ruled the several islands here. If it was not the failure of the nightingale to kill Ding Ning, Jiaodong County would soon be completely controlled by the Bashan sword field lenses. The king here.
He used the national rule as the number. At this time, there was already a certain imperial power between the hands and the feet.
This kind of blue ice crystal on the ground is obviously a prelude to his next means. If he is in the normal duel, he has already shot first, but he does not care, but he said a little to the dust. Please "word.
If you feel unfair, you will often be upset and upset.
However, the dust is very quiet.
The practitioners are paying attention to the enemy's situation. On this Biqiong, they are opposite to each other. He would have been very clear. This whole and this Tianyu are the weapons of each other.
But Ding Ning has absolute confidence in his five signs, and he has confidence.
So he squinted and calmly responded: "Please."
At the moment of the word exit, he crushed a yellow sign in the palm of his hand.
At this moment, a violent breath has been calmed from the sky above the head of Wu Dongyu.
In this violent and huge atmosphere, there is a crazy meaning that is difficult to describe in words, and it is completely in line with Guo Dong.
Wu Dongxuan's feet naturally left the ground, and his whole person was suspended. The strength of the heavens and the earth in the body and the hustle and bustle of the world gathered in the surrounding world, and there were numerous white lightnings.
This countless white lightning did not fall directly to the dust-keeping body, but was all attracted by the blue ice crystals on the ground.
Countless sounds of strange thunder sounded among these blue crystals.
The power of countless silky white lightnings was instantly magnified several times, and after several rounds of reversal in the crystal, from all sides, they fell to the dust.
At this time, the residents on this place were originally only half, and the remaining half were fishermen who had been suspended here, or practitioners who came to trade in the nearby waters. When Ding Ning and Shou Ding came to this place, Wu Dongyu was willing to let these people do it. Witness, so many practitioners in the dark have already known Ding Ning's identity.
At this time, countless pairs of eyes were watching this duel. When they saw such thousands of lightnings flooding the heavens and the earth, from all sides to the dust, all these people changed their faces.
This is more than a full blow of the seven sects of the sects... This is clearly the power of a squad!
Such a fine attack has nothing to do with the meaning of the sword. There is no such thing as a trick. Even if the sword is fine, it is absolutely impossible to solve it with skill.
Many people can be sure that even the best of the seven worlds may not be able to withstand such a blow.
How can a practitioner of up to six borders survive under such a blow?
However, at this moment, countless dull crashes sounded.
An incredible exclamation sounded.
Dust is not dead.
He didn't even move.
Outside his body, hundreds of yellow shields appeared.
These shields have a height of one person, and they hover around him, overlapping and stacking, with seven layers.
These seven layers of thick yellow shields, rotating and smashing, each layer is different, blocking the possibility of all fine lightning strikes.
Every lightning flashed on the yellow shield, like a drum, a muffled sound, and a yellow dust wave.