Ding Ning raised his head slightly and refused to look at the body of the Wu clan practitioner.

As he looked up, many sharp whistles sounded from the cavalry of the Wu clan country.

Accompanied by such a whistle, the entire cavalry stopped moving forward and then retreated like a tide.

The cavalry retreated down the hillside as fast as possible, and did not launch another attack, and continued to retreat to the depths of the wasteland.

Uncontrollable cheers and shouts rang out from the city walls of Guzhu Pass.

This is undoubtedly a victory worthy of pride.

This Wu family cavalry rushed and retreated, leaving at least six or seven hundred corpses on the hillside, while the guards suffered very few casualties.

However, looking at the retreating cavalry, Ding Ning's brows frowned deeply.

Nangong Caishu's body shivered with excitement. After all, it was the first time she had truly stood on the battlefield so much, and she was facing a battle that seemed to be very different from strength to weakness.

"how?"

Ding Ning's worried expression made her unable to understand.

"The other side has a very powerful general, and it's in this vanguard cavalry."

Ding Ning didn't look at him, but still stared at the cavalry retreating into the dark grassland, and said slowly and solemnly: "Average generals, the choice at this time is probably to retreat and attack Guzhu Pass, because all the practitioners in Guzhu Pass are here. Even if so many people have been damaged here, they still have an advantage over Guzhu Pass."

Nangong Caishu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a dense cold sweat on his vest, and he felt extremely frightened.

Ding Ning continued, "This general did not choose to attack Guzhu Pass. It was not because we were killed by Han Han, but because he did not want to take risks anymore and not want to lose more people by himself."

Nangong Caishu took a deep breath, and as the cold air entered her lungs, her body became colder and colder, "So his choice is to wait for most of the arrival?"

Ding Ning nodded, his eyes lowered to the body of the Wu clan cultivator not far away in front of him, "The cultivation level of this Wu clan cultivator is not much lower than that of the Rong palace maid... The general who led this army is naturally much more powerful than this person."

Nangong Caishu's face turned pale again. If a vanguard army had such an outstanding general, how powerful would the highest general of the entire army be?

"We still have the possibility of winning." Ding Ning turned around, said this to Nangong Caishu softly, then nodded to her, signaling her not to follow.

Nangong Caishu understood what he meant and watched him walk not far behind him.

Ding Ning walked to several carriages.

The carriages are all craftsmen who are not good at fighting but are good at repairing weapons, as well as the carriages where Changsun Qianxue is located.

During the previous march, the entire Guards had become accustomed to Ding Ning's frequent stopping by this carriage.

It seems that only by this carriage can Ding Ning get greater peace, or better thinking.

Ding Ning walked outside the carriage where Changsun Qianxue was.

At this time, the Guards had already begun to sort out the battlefield and were preparing to wait for Ding Ning's next order.

A middle-aged practitioner wearing a robe similar to dry grass was slowly walking towards Ding Ning.

In his hand, he held Ding Ning's sword that had fallen on the battlefield before, with a very solemn and respectful expression.

He obviously came with great respect and wanted to return the sword to Ding Ning.

"You stop."

However, at this moment, Ding Ning looked up at him and made a gesture.

This is a military order.

The Sergeant of the Suwei Army, who was still lingering in the aftertaste of the iron-blooded breath that he had just shown, directly responded. All the Sergeant of the Suwei Army soldiers next to the middle-aged practitioner instantly surrounded the middle-aged practitioner, and all the weapons shining with a cold metallic luster were aimed at the middle-aged practitioner.

The middle-aged practitioner looked at Ding Ning in shock, "Is this?"

Ding Ning did not answer his question directly, and then clicked a general wearing armored clothes behind the middle-aged practitioner.

The general was wearing the armor of the border army, and he was also a practitioner from Guzhuguan.

"And you."

He looked at the general and said, "Do you two have anything to say?" The wind seemed to be colder.

There was silence on the hillside.

Many soldiers of the Guards were stunned for a moment, and although they did not see the new military order, they had already reacted directly. With the sound of sharp footsteps, the general in the military armored area was also surrounded.

The surrounded general looked up, his face turned extremely cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Are you crazy?"

Ding Ning glanced at him calmly and said, "In the previous battle, the rest of the people were normal, and it was not normal for you two."

The middle-aged man in a dead grass robe looked slightly pale, but the general's face was even colder, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Among all the practitioners who came to Guzhu, you two killed the least, but you are not the practitioners with the worst cultivation level."

Ding Ning looked at the general who was about to speak out and directly interrupted him, saying, "Don't tell me that you may be kind-hearted. You only killed two enemy troops, and those two were both ordinary cavalrymen who were insignificant... In the last battle between the opponent's attack, you almost did not play any role. You looked like fighting, not real battles. Can you tell me why you are?"

Listening to such a voice, the general's face gradually paled. Everyone on the surrounding hillside looked at Ding Ning in shock, unable to believe that he could still notice the details of these practitioners in the battle just now.

"Just based on what you said?"

The general, whose face gradually pale, was looking at Ding Ning and shouting out something they couldn't believe, "Who knows you didn't read it wrong? How did you know that we were just killing two enemies?"

"You should be a practitioner of the Yulong Sword View. The first sword is the sword intent of the Yulong transformed, but the sword intent is empty to the invincible place. The most suspicious thing is the sword intent of the Huiyoujian. Even if you can clearly pierce the abdomen of the Wushi practitioner, you deliberately deflected the sword body and just inserted it through the other party's abdomen." Ding Ning's appearance did not change at all, but just slowly stated.

In his peaceful voice, the general's face began to stiffen and his body trembled uncontrollably.

In the next moment, the general let out a crazy scream and pulled out the long sword on his waist.

However, at this moment, at least two flying swords that were not far behind the general fell on the general.

The leader who had just rushed out turned into a piece of heavy wood and fell to the ground, splashing a scoop of dust and blood.

Among the two flying swords, one is the crimson flying sword that seemed the most sharp and effective in the previous battle formation.

However, even the owner of the flying sword, a tall and thin man with a thin face, looked at Ding Ning with admiration, and a voice sounded in his heart, "How did you do it?"
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