Vol 8 Chapter 100: remind

There was a constant flying of the sword and it fell to the top of the gate.
However, Ding Ning only had a sword, and the masters of these Jianguang had already lost.
No one can take a sword.
If the previous battle between Ding Ning and Mr. Zhao Si was just a fight of gods, it is far away, and now such a battle will happen in the world.
All these Qin people understand the meaning that Ding Ning wants to express.
I am going to stand here today. &nbs...fiction p; if you think you are my enemy, you will fight if you disagree.
However, this war must be based on the rules of the Qin people, to understand shame.
Therefore, at this time, the practitioners who rushed to the gate of the city to challenge him were both high and low. There were practitioners from all fours and five occasions, and occasionally there were seven masters.
However, what is getting more and more shocking is that the boundary of cultivation as a realm does not seem to exist in front of Ding Ning at this time.
No matter whether it is a swordsman of four borders and five realms, or a practitioner of six borders and seven realms, there is no difference in the eyes of all people at this moment.
Ding Ning was just a sword, and the former practitioners immediately lost.
Even Ding Ning always used the last flower remnant sword, and for the people of the Daqin military, there is exact information that Ding Ning's life sword is the best sword in the world.
The colorful swords are like fireworks, constantly lit up on the gates of the city, and as short as the life of the meteors.
The water in the moat has calmed down again.
The long-haired grandson dressed up looked up at the fire-like sword light on the upper gate of the city gate. It was absolutely cold in the past, and it didn't use a cup. It just took a drinker and took a sip. She plunged into the face of the country, and she laughed and burst into a more intense brilliance.
She is not an ordinary child, she is a family, she is also the most talented young practitioner of that era, and naturally there are times when she is wild. The person who can make her fall in love is naturally a moment of heartbeing in front of her.
Looking at this time, Ding Ning randomly defeated a famous practitioner, and she thought of many fragments of the former Wang Meng dreaming into Changling.
"If you are not convinced, then will you fight?"
The disdainful pride sound seems to echo in her ears, but it has been a decade, but it has been more than a decade.
"You must be able to pile him up!"
In the largest military camp of the Qin army in the middle of the south gate of Chudu, the tallest wooden tower upstairs stood alone with several generals. One of the generals was ugly to the extreme, and the breathing was difficult to unblock. The armor of the chest continued to tremble: "Even if he is almost inexhaustible, even if he can supplement the real yuan in the war, but the body has limits, even if it is to cut wood, even cut thousands of tens of thousands of roots, the body flesh and blood will not stand!"
"Hey, kill him? The key is how many people are willing to listen to the heap?"
Meng Fenghu interrupted the general's words coldly.
When Su Qin was taken away by the Qis on the same day, he was actually the highest commander of the military in Chudu. He is a man of Menghou, the first person of Meng Fangying, and even has a name to be included in the grace of Menghou. Meng Hou and the strongest practitioners under his seat died in the Qianshan Law of the past, and he certainly hated Ding Ning.
However, hate to hate, some things can not be transferred by his will.
At this moment, at a glance, only a very small number of troops in and outside the city are still mobilizing according to the previous military orders. More is to stand still and leave the original position.
Since Zhao Miao appeared here, Ding Ning did not say anything about killing or capturing this Chudu. However, he is sure that today is not just the city.
In the Changling of that year, Wang Jingmeng lost because of the many practitioners who wanted to kill him. Some of the troops loyal to Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou were not required to fill in because Wang Jingmeng and Bashan swordfield were charged with many crimes.
However, time is the best detergent after all.
Now in this city, I am afraid that even the ordinary old army knows what happened in the past, and who is sorry.
Every sword that Ding Ning has now is constantly reminding everyone in this city.
There are not tens of thousands of sergeants who do not want to fill in, now who can beat the man standing on the gate of the city gate?
A Tsing Yi master jumped onto the gate at this time.
Most of the people in the New Emperor City of Chudu did not know his name. He only knew that he had been a close agent of Su Qin before, and was sent by the Changling Palace to protect the safety of Su Qin.
Therefore, it is not difficult to scrutinize. He should be one of Zheng Liang’s cronies. In Chudu, I am afraid there is still a role in monitoring Su Qin.
So when he appeared, many people who had been shocked to numb suddenly became nervous.
Because this Tsing Yi master is certainly one of the strongest masters in the city at this time.
"Yokoyama, Xu Muyan."
The voice of Tsing Yi’s self-reported identity sounded.
What followed was a heavy black sword light that was unimaginable.
The roof tiles on the upper gate of the city that had not been damaged in the previous battles were shattered when he was in the town of Jianguang.
However, Ding Ning just returned a sword very gently.
The sword light from the end of the remnant sword is so contemptuous that it is like a breeze in the spring.
The Tsing Yi master was stunned, his strength was not fully developed, his chest was full of blood, and the black sword light in his hand could not be lifted, and he went down in front of himself.
"This is the spring mud sword of Qingyuan Jianyuan? Can such a sword break my black Kui sword?"
A burst of violent pain was introduced into the mind of this Tsing Yi master. He looked incredulously at the blood spurting in front of him. Apart from the sword itself, what made him puzzled was that there was nothing in the sky. Reaction.
There is no spark that he would have imagined.
When he used the sword, he had thoroughly inspired the temper of the Changling hostess and him.
When he wants to come, the mistress in Changling will surely send out the strongest blow in his life.
Ding Ning is invincible at this time, but after all, it is only seven. He can be sure that after these years, the power of Zheng Sleeve has completely surpassed any of the masters of the Longling. If Zheng Shou is the strongest blow in his life, plus his full strength, he may not be able to take advantage of the opportunity.
However, no sparks fell.
Is she even afraid of her? Or even she will be remorseful and don't want to meet him positively?
The Tsing Yi master could not understand, but the body was already falling into the river.
In the sound of falling water, there was a sudden singing voice on the big river in the distance.
The singing voice is a female voice, graceful and with a hint of laziness, yet it instantly gives a sigh of relief.
Just a moment, many people in the city know who this is.
In the military camp in the city, the armor of several generals on the wooden tower was once again lightly shocked. In particular, the previous voice said that the general of Ding Ning must be piled up, and the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching.
Even the white mountains and waters are rushing to see the "live", who knows how many masters will come.
It was a joke to say that Ding Ning was killed.
(The previous chapter wrote a bg, Zhao Si’s ship has been destroyed, and the treadmill left, and has now changed.)