Sword light kept flying up and landing towards the top of the city gate tower.

However, Ding Ning only used one sword, and the masters of these sword lights were defeated.

No one can catch a sword.

If the battle between Ding Ning and Mr. Zhao Si was just a fight between gods and immortals and was out of reach, then such a battle will happen in the world.

All these Qin people understood what Ding Ning wanted to express.

Today I am going to stand here. &nbs... Novel p; If you think you are my enemy, you will come to fight if you don’t accept it.

However, this battle requires the rules of the Qin people and the understanding of shame.

Therefore, at this time, the practitioners who kept rushing up to the city gate tower to challenge him had all the high and low levels of cultivation, including practitioners of the four and five realms, and occasionally there were masters of the seven realms.

However, what is more and more shocking is that the limit of the cultivation level seems to no longer exist in front of Ding Ning at this time.

Whether it is a sword master at the fourth and fifth level, or a practitioner at the sixth and seventh level, there is no difference in everyone's eyes at this moment.

Ding Ning had just a sword, and the practitioner who stepped forward was immediately defeated.

Even Ding Ning only used the Sword of the Mohua, and for the people of the Qin army, there is a definite news that Ding Ning's natal sword is the best famous sword in the world.

The colorful sword lights kept lit up on the city gate tower like fireworks, and were as short as the life of a meteor.

The water flow in the moat has calmed down again.

Changsun Qianxue, dressed up, looked up at the fireworks-like sword light on the city gate tower, swept away the absolute coldness of the past, and did not use a cup, just carried a wine pot and drank it. As a touch of bright red appeared on her stunning face, she smiled and burst into a stronger brilliance.

She is not an ordinary child. She has no family background. She is also the most talented young practitioner of that era. Naturally, there are times when she is unruly. The person who can make her fall in love with her naturally has many moments of emotion in front of her.

Seeing Ding Ning wielding his sword at will to defeat a cultivator, she thought of many scenes of Wang Jingmeng entering Changling in the past.

"If you don't accept it, then come and fight?"

The disdainful proud voice seemed to be echoing in her ears, but in a daze, more than ten years have passed.

"I can definitely pile him to death!"

In the largest Qin army camp several miles behind the south gate of Chudu, several generals stood alone on the tallest wooden tower. One of the generals looked extremely hard to see, and his breathing was difficult to smooth. The armor on his chest kept trembling: "Even if his true energy is almost endless, even if he can replenish his true energy in the battle, his body has its limits. Even if he chops wood, even if he cuts thousands of pieces, his body will not be able to withstand the flesh and blood!"

"Has he died? The key is, how many people are willing to obey orders and pile them up?"

Meng Fenghu coldly interrupted the general.

When Su Qin was abducted by the Qis people that day, he was actually the supreme commander of the Chu capital. He was a member of the Menghou Mansion and Meng Fangying's first disciple. He even gave him a name to be included in the Menghou Mansion. Menghou and several of the strongest practitioners under his seat died in the Qianshan magic circle that had been surrounded and killed Ding Ning in the past. Of course, he was also anxious about Ding Ning.

However, resentment remains unchanged, some things cannot be transferred by his will.

At this moment, at first glance, there were only a very small number of troops inside and outside the city still mobilized according to previous military orders. More often than not, they were still holding their troops and leaving their original positions.

Since he appeared here with Zhao Miao, Ding Ning had never said anything about entering or capturing this Chu capital, but he was sure that today he might not be losing this city.

In Changling, Wang Jingmeng was defeated because there were too many practitioners in the world who wanted to kill him. The reason why some troops loyal to Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu were filled in was because Wang Jingmeng and Bashan Sword Field were charged with many crimes.

However, time is the best detergent after all.

Now, even ordinary old soldiers in this city know what happened back then, and who is sorry for whom.

Now every sword Ding Ning has made is constantly reminding everyone in the city.

Without tens of thousands of soldiers who were desperate to fill it up, who can defeat the person standing on the city gate tower now?

A master of Qingyi jumped onto the city gate tower at this time.

Most people in the Chudu New Imperial City did not know his name, but only knew that he had always been Su Qin's servant, sent by Changling Palace to protect Su Qin's safety.

So it is not difficult to think about it. He should be one of Zheng Xiu's confidants, and he may have the effect of surveillance of Su Qin in Chu.

So when he appeared, many people who were already shocked and numb suddenly became nervous.

Because this Qingyi Grandmaster must be one of the strongest masters in the city at this time.

"Hengshan, Xu Muyan."

The voice of Grandmaster Qingyi’s self-reported identity sounded.

What followed was a black sword light that was so heavy that it was unimaginable.

The roof tiles on the city gate tower that had not been damaged in the previous battle shattered as his sword light fell.

However, Ding Ning just returned the sword very gently.

The sword light emitted by the silence of the silence of the silence of the flower is extremely light, like a breeze in spring.

The Master Qingyi let out a muffled groan. Before he could fully exert his strength, a bunch of blood bloomed in his chest. The black sword light in his hand could not be lifted and it smashed down in front of him.

"Is this the Chunni Sword Intent of Qingyuan Sword Academy? Can such a sword actually break my Black Kui Sword?"

Fierce pain came into the mind of the Qingyi Master. He looked at the blood spurted out in front of him in disbelief. In addition to the sword pose itself, what puzzled him was that there was no reaction in the sky.

There was no spark that he imagined would appear.

When he used that sword, he had completely stimulated the aura that the mistress of Changling was connected to him.

In his opinion, the mistress in Changling would definitely send the strongest blow in his life.

Ding Ning was invincible at this time, but after all, it was only seventh level. He was sure that after these years, Zheng Xiu's power had completely surpassed any master in Changling that year. If Zheng Xiu launched the strongest attack in his life, coupled with his full-strength sword, he might not be able to take advantage of the opportunity.

However, no sparks fell.

Is even she afraid? Or even she regrets and doesn't want to meet him head-on?

The Qingyi Grandmaster could not understand, but his body had already fallen heavily into the river.

With the sound of falling into the water, a faint song suddenly came from the river in the distance.

The singing is a female voice, graceful and with a hint of laziness, but it instantly gives people a unruly and unbearable atmosphere.

In just a moment, many people in the city knew who was coming.

In the military camp in the city, the armor on several generals on the wooden tower was shook lightly again. Especially the general who had previously spoken that he must die of Ding Ning, his mouth kept twitching.

Even Baishanshui came to see the "hustle and bustle", but who knows how many masters would come?

It was a joke that Ding Ning had died before.
Chapter completed!