The violent and complex vibration caused hundreds of sword auras of different colors to emit from the short sword, flying upwards, facing the shadow of the mountain falling from the sky.

Sword energy rushed towards the huge shadows, and continued to bloom at the bottom of the mountain shadow like fireworks.

The magic dragon spear in Mo Ying's hand began to vibrate, and then his body began to vibrate.

The depths of his extremely murderous eyes were instantly filled with a complex expression that was indescribable in words.

He instantly understood that the vibration did not come from the collision of real power, nor was it because Ding Ning's sword's power was so powerful that it could withstand his "Demon Dragon Prying Mountain", but because it came from deep in his heart, his own love novel was inspiring.

The emotions brought by the other party's sword intent were perfectly conveyed to his perception and spiritual world, and affected his heart.

At this moment, he was taken off the track like a flying sword.

He was inevitably infected, and even many scenes of meeting each other appeared in his mind. It seemed that this sword that had just left his hand had only appeared in his eyes for many years, which seduced him to encounter Yan Xinlan for the first time and see this "warm spring" picture for the first time.

It was indeed a very warm spring.

In a battlefield in the south, countless golden rapeseed flowers bloom on the mounds of high and low.

He carried a bucket of blood-stained bandages and walked through the flower fields. Next to the clear stream water where these cloth tapes were usually washed, a woman was washing her face.

That is Yan Xinlan.

There are two swords on the left and right waists, one is the dull flower and the other is the warm spring.

Yan Xinlan, like the sword masters in the Bashan Sword Field, emitted aura like an extremely sharp sword. However, her face was different from that of ordinary women. Moreover, she obviously felt his arrival, but she still did not change her face washing posture, neither too fast nor too slow.

Many years later, he knew that this was a calm mind, and that she was also a stubbornness to not change for outsiders.

When he stayed in the local area, Yan Xinlan just turned her head unconsciously and said, "Listen to your steps, breathing and exerting force when lifting this wooden barrel, you should have cultivated some of the methods of practicing Huang Chong Sword Academy and Bailu Academy. The learning of the various things is not a direct teaching, but being able to learn this is already considered a genius."

He was stunned for a long time, but he didn't know what he was in, but finally said, "Can you teach me?"

She didn't agree and finally taught her.

The golden colors and the scenes of meeting shocked his mind, and he was lost for a moment, even in a trance.

This is enough for Ding Ning.

A sword shadow led Ding Ning out from under the mountain shadow. The mountain shadow fell behind him, and the ground exploded silently, and the sound could not be heard.

Ding Ning had already broken Mo Ying's shot.

An uncontrollable scream sounded like a tide with the more tents being set off.

The practitioners in the military camp could not believe their eyes.

They couldn't believe that there was someone in the world who broke such a blow just by using it to break the moves, and ignored the rules of power.

"This is a miracle."

Mo Ying took a deep breath.

The turbulent emotions in his eyes disappeared.

The tip of the gun hangs down, and the remaining power on the tip easily breaks through the shock from the ground, and naturally removes any adverse effects of the waves of the vital energy on his body and the true energy in his body.

He did not rush to take action immediately, but looked at Ding Ning and said expressionlessly: "The former Wang Jingmeng fought all the sects and sects, and was familiar with the tricks of each sect and sect. Most of the tricks in the world are not only good at using them, but also able to break them, so he has the ability to fight across the border. I didn't expect that as his successor, you can do this to this point."

Ding Ning raised his head slightly, watched his return to his incongruous and solemn eyes, and did not respond to his words, but just raised his sword, as if Mo Ying could see more clearly. At the same time, he asked softly, "Have you ever thought about why she would accept you as a disciple?"

"Why?"

Ding Ning's question did not immediately cause ripples in Mo Ying's heart, because he was always preparing to take action, and at the same time he was preparing to take action.

At this moment, Ding Ning set out his sword.

He let go of the hilt of the sword, and the short sword snorted and flew out. The extremely fast speed instantly made the sword become a very faint trace. However, in the following moment, the trajectory of the sword and the sword intent bloomed made the short sword that had become a flying sword even lighter, as if it disappeared directly into the air, but it had a certain indescribable smell.

Just like in early summer, on a slightly drunk night, I came to the willow tree of Fengqiao alone, but happened to meet a woman I had seen before but I liked but didn’t know where I was.

Ding Ning's sword fully exerted this taste.

The name of this sword is "Seeing the Destiny".

Some things are called destiny, which has a solemn and serious taste, while others are called "fate", which often has a sweet and warm or a slight bitter taste.

Mo Ying's gun made a huge sound, like a dragon's roar. As the powerful force gushed out from his body, the tip of the gun was hotter than magma. This shot was the secret move "Demon Dragon's roar" in the old powerful family that had obtained from ancient practices.

Not only is it blooming with the power of the legendary dragon breath, the gun is extremely powerful, but the grand voice also carries the power to deceive the practitioner's spirit and perception.

However, at this moment, his move just started, and he was unable to affect Ding Ning, because of Ding Ning's previous words, because of Ding Ning's sword's intent, his spirit was once again in a violent shock.

In his subconscious, he had already thought about Ding Ning's question.

But the answer is like a pebbles sinking in the water, which were brought up by Ding Ning's sword intent and surfaced.

He is indeed a very talented practitioner, otherwise even if he obtained the inheritance of the Bashan Sword Field, he would not have become powerful in a very short time.

However, Mo Ying, who knows Yan Xinlan very well and her temperament, knew in her heart that the reason why Yan Xinlan passed on his sword was because she rarely went out of the Bashan Sword Field and rarely communicated with others. She was very young. Because she was young enough, when he asked her to teach him the sword, she had not had the idea of ​​accepting disciples before, so she had not yet accepted a very talented practitioner as a disciple.

But the most important thing is that it is because she is young enough that she believes in fate.

In a spring day when I was in a good mood and flowers were blooming everywhere, I saw a young man who liked him. Then the shy and somewhat stupid young man asked her for sword skills, so she taught him.

This is fate.

Then are there anything else?

If there were any, it would be that he was young enough at that time, so his eyes were clean, he had no desires or extravagances, and he was just an ordinary pharmacist.

Mo Ying got the answer, his mood fluctuated even more violently, and a trace of disorder appeared in the sound of the demon dragon roar.

A light sword light passed through the scarlet air flame and fell to his forehead.

He was suddenly between awakening and faint confusion, and a trace of evil flashed between his eyebrows. His left hand broke away from the gun body. At this moment, his fingers clamped the sword light.

There was a soft sound.

The sword body was like a slippery loach forcibly leaving his fingers.

His whole body slid backwards, and the rapid friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground made the same sound as the flying sword and fingers.

A sword mark appeared in his eyebrows, which was deep enough to see the bones, and blood flowed down the tip of his nose.
Chapter completed!