"It's a pleasure to meet the Nine Nether Underworld King Sword, and it's a pleasure to meet the young lady of the Gongsun family."
This general was Bai Qi, commander of the Killing God Army. He glanced at Ding Ning, then returned to Changsun Qianxue, and said, "It's just that not everyone is interested in telling the enemy about the past under such circumstances."
"In a sense." His eyes fell on his body, and he continued: "Wang Jingmeng represents the Bashan Sword Field, and now you represent the Bashan Sword Field."
There was frozen blood on the hem of his shirt.
Although the wound on his body was no longer bleeding, the wound caused by the old monk's battle was much more serious than a wound that was still bleeding from front to back.
In such a place that is extremely cold and lacks the vitality of heaven and earth, he really doesn't have much time to waste.
Ding Ning could hear Bai Qi's contempt, but he looked at Bai Qi calmly, and said: "Bashan Sword Field is never afraid of settling accounts, but at least find out where the accounts come from."
Bai Qi raised his head slowly, looked at the night sky above, and said softly indifferently: "The one who can live can settle accounts."
It's pointless to settle accounts with the dead.
Ding Ning understood that what Bai Qi meant was that he was the one who could settle accounts, and Ding Ning and his grandson Qianxue, including the old monk, would die here.
However, Ding Ning naturally didn't think so.
He looked at Bai Qi who was slowly raising his head to look at the night sky above. He didn't speak to Bai Qi again, but to the eldest grandson Qianxue in front of him, and said in a voice that only he and eldest grandson Qianxue could hear: "He is now My confidence comes from Zheng Xiu. It is extremely cold here, which belongs to your domain, but it is also extremely high. The vitality of heaven and earth is very thin, but it is closer to the starry sky, and it is easier for the vitality of stars to fall, so this is also Zheng Xiu's domain."
"Zheng Xiu has obtained the God of Continuation Art, so I will not interfere with her battle, otherwise she will know that I am not dead."
Looking at Changsun Qianxue who suddenly turned his head, Ding Ning continued to say seriously: "You have no advantage over Zheng Xiu here...but you wanted to have a chance to fight her many years ago, and you have been waiting for her in Changling all these years." I have a chance to fight her fairly, so I have confidence in you."
"You have confidence in me, of course I will win."
Changsun Qianxue laughed very rarely.
She has always been noble and aloof, but at this moment, there is a taste of fanaticism in her smile!
As early as many years ago, she was unwilling, so she didn't feel that she would lose to Zheng Xiu.
However, Wang Jingmeng has already accepted Zheng Xiu, even if she wins the sword fight, it doesn't make any sense.
So proud, she drifted away and left Changling alone.
When the Gongsun family was destroyed, she thought it was at the hands of Wang Jingmeng, so she turned from love to hatred, and could not forgive Wang Jingmeng.
However, Wang Jingmeng died in Changling, and she returned to Changling.
In Changling Qianxiu, she didn't think about anything else, all she wanted was to have a chance to fight Zheng Xiu, and then kill Zheng Xiu!
For many years in the past, this was even the only meaning of her life.
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In the black sky, many stars suddenly lit up.
Because it is very close to the sky, the stars appear very big and strange.
At this moment, the brightest stars all looked abnormally pale.
Then these stars, which seemed to be within reach, seemed to burn, and wisps of flames were exceptionally heavy, falling down.
A breath of natal life slowly released from in front of Bai Qi's body.
A real natal sword appeared in his hand.
This sword is narrow and transparent, without any runes, just like ordinary extremely pure white crystal, but it is born with a kind of cold killing intent.
When Bai Qi held his sword across his chest, it was as if the sword had become a mirror.
Countless beams of pale sparks fell and landed on his sword.
"It's like this every time... Is it really good to use so many people?"
Ding Ning thought of Gu Huai and more people, he sneered and shook his head.
Bai Qi pushed the sword forward calmly.
At this moment, he seemed extremely relaxed.
Because this is not his sword intent, all he has to do is to be a mirror to reflect this sword intent.
He believed that the hostess in the depths of the palace had already felt the aura of the Nine Nether Hades Sword, so the spark that fell on his sword this time was also cold but extremely blazing!
Countless beams of pale sparks fell on the mirror-like sword, flowing down the edge of the sword like a waterfall, forming a thin layer, parallel to the frozen lake, and cutting towards Changsun Qianxue!
Changsun Qianxue's smile suddenly disappeared.
Just like the thinner a person's lips are, the sharper and colder they appear.
Countless beams of sparks condense into a layer thinner than snowflakes, which seem to be cut across from the ordinary, but it carries an infinitely powerful meaning.
She hadn't seen Zheng Xiu for many years, but at this moment she understood that what Ding Ning said to her before was right, Zheng Xiu was far more terrifying than before these years, when he shot with all his strength, it had even surpassed her imagination.
The faint blue color quickly flowed and accumulated in her right hand.
The Nine Nether Nether King Sword was once considered to be the fiercest and coldest sword in the world. At this time, the power is fully released in Changsun Qianxue's hands. The deep color continues to deepen, and it has released the power to shock the soul. The moment she came down, Changsun Qianxue threw away many of the extremely powerful secret swords of the Gongsun family, and also threw away some of the strongest sword styles she had cultivated in these years of practice, and used a sword that was not too special .
The fiercest and coldest sword in her hand was gently drawn forward, like an eyebrow pencil drawn, and landed on the thin layer of sparks oncoming.
The name of this sword style is "Thrush".
This sword is entangled with countless past events in Changling, it is the sword style used by Wang Jingmeng to cut through Ji Qingqing, the son of Chen Guo's daughter.
This sword style is not difficult to comprehend, it is very common for most sword masters in Changling.
When Wang Jingmeng defeated Ji Qingqing with such an ordinary sword style back then, and slashed Ji Qingqing's face, it was more of a humiliation.
And at this moment, Changsun Qianxue used such a move because she really wanted... really wanted to... use this sword style to draw such a sword on Zheng Xiu's face.
Do you want to be shameless
This is her sword intent.
The sword intent she has accumulated for many years represents her deepest obsession.
So the sword intent of this sword is extremely powerful, in the eyes of Ding Ning at this time, it is invulnerable, perfect and powerful to the extreme.
There was a "click".
A tiny crystal crack like a spider's silk suddenly appeared on the thin layer of sparks.
Then countless tiny crystal cracks densely covered this layer of sparks, spreading to Bai Qi's sword.
Bai Qi's breathing suddenly stopped.
He intuited that his sword was bombarded abruptly by countless giant mountains.
A beast-like howl burst out naturally from his throat, and his left hand fell on the hilt of the sword, and blood spattered between the fingers of his right palm, so he suppressed the sword and prevented it from flying out.
Spark breaks.
It looks like it is rolling towards the starry sky.
It also looks like burning white ropes are burning towards the sky.
In the palace of Changling, there was a soft pop.
Standing in front of the Lingquan, Zheng Xiu leaned forward slightly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from her lips.
On the white lotus pod in the Lingquan, many scarlet blood drops were dotted, rolling like dewdrops.