More than a dozen practitioners stood scattered in the snow in front of Changsun Qianxue.
Their figures were gradually covered by the more intense wind and snow, but Changsun Qianxue walked more slowly.
The power released from these cultivators formed blue wind pillars. The tops of these wind pillars extended to the sky, and they were strangely connected together.
Changsun Qianxue didn't use the casual slashing style she used to, but sensed the movements of the dozen or so practitioners, and stabbed the practitioner with the weakest energy among them.
The coldness disappeared suddenly, and the air in all this piece of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly warm up.
However, all the chills gathered in her sword, and she stabbed straight at the practitioner.
More than a dozen practitioners screamed at the same time, and blue lines of fire suddenly appeared in the blue wind pillars connected like long dragons.
Pieces of crystal clear ice boulders gathered sharply in the direction pointed by Changsun Qianxue's sword tip, forming an ice thorn several feet long and piercing towards the practitioner. Among the more than ten blue wind pillars, countless Cyan flying flames fell towards this crystal icicle like countless moths.
The cyan flying fire disappeared with a puff, and slices of ice splashed on the surface of the ice thorns, gradually shrinking, and finally disappeared a few feet in front of the practitioner.
There seemed to be scarlet embers burning in the depths of Changsun Qianxue's eyes, but her face did not change at all, and she went one step further.
The body of more than a dozen practitioners who formed a formation in the wind and snow trembled violently, and at the same time retreated more than ten steps. Several red lines and wounds appeared on the body of the practitioner pointed directly at by the point of her sword.
Mo Ying is naturally very aware of the power of the formation formed by the ten or so practitioners. In fact, these ten or so practitioners from different sects have been following around and have evolved this large formation for more than ten years. The reason is to prevent the Bashan sword from The assassination of the strong in the field.
So he naturally understands the realm represented by Changsun Qianxue's sword. After many years of dormancy, the eldest lady of the Gongsun family dared to cultivate this fierce sword that no one in the world dared to cultivate, and was not overwhelmed by the fierceness of this sword. What was devoured, but successfully stood in the ranks of the strongest few people in the world.
However, his eyes quickly left Changsun Qianxue's figure again, and looked at the young practitioner wearing a black shirt, and said, "I know you don't want to kill more people."
What he said was not a military order, but it was the first time Changsun Qianxue and Ding Ning had spoken as the commander after they entered the barracks, so the whole barracks suddenly fell silent.
"Since you don't want to kill more people, you can always talk about it."
His eyes passed through the countless debris and sundries swept up by the strong wind, and he calmly landed on Ding Ning, and then said: "If I read correctly, you should be the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm, and you came to ask me for the old days. The old account of the Bashan Sword Field."
The entire barracks came to a standstill.
All the sergeants, including the dozen or so practitioners who might be killed by Changsun Qianxue at any time, all stopped at this moment.
The time flowing in this barracks at this moment seems to be completely frozen, all because of the words "nine dead silkworms".
In Changling, and even the entire Great Qin Dynasty, there is nothing more magical and soul-stirring than these three characters.
"good."
Ding Ning said one word very simply.
Changsun Qianxue stopped advancing, and everyone in the barracks stopped.
All eyes were on Ding Ning, and many people couldn't help trembling, including the dozen or so practitioners who formed the formation.
"Whoever moves will die."
Mo Ying glanced at the eldest grandson Qianxue who had stopped but was still holding the sword of the Nine Nether Hades, and said.
All his generals understood what he meant.
This is not just an order, but also a reminder that in the entire military camp, except for him and the practitioners who formed an formation, no one else can withstand Changsun Qianxue's sword.
"I owe it to Bashan Sword Field."
Mo Ying looked at Ding Ning, the only person who was moving in the barracks, and walked towards Ding Ning, who was directly in front of him, and said this sentence directly, and then her face gradually became indifferent, and then said: "I was just a pharmacist in the army. I have had a lot of contacts and learned some methods of cultivation. Later, I happened to meet Master Yan on the way to escort the medicine. She thought I was talented and taught me the way of swordsmanship. Naturally, I owe her and Bashan the grace of reinvention. From the sword field."
Speaking of this, he raised his head and looked into Ding Ning's eyes, confirming that Ding Ning was listening to his every word carefully, and then continued: "It's just that apprentices don't have to make the same choices as masters. Even if I return to Bashan Sword in the past It won't help matters, Master Yan will still die in battle, and the Bashan Sword Field will still be destroyed. What's more, I don't think Master Yan is doing the right thing."
"I'm a practitioner, and I got my skills in the Bashan Sword Field, but I'm a soldier first. In my opinion, the enthronement of the old sage is a foregone conclusion, and the changes in the Bashan Sword Field are no longer beneficial to the Great Qin Dynasty."
Mo Ying looked at Ding Ning who was listening carefully but didn't respond. She slowly raised her head, looked at the sky in front of her, and said, "What I did is the same as what I did in the old Bashan Sword Workshop. I don't want to die for nothing. , I want to see the Great Qin Dynasty continue to move towards a more powerful place, so I have not returned to Changling to fight for power these years, but only served as a general in the frontier army."
"Could it be that everything Bashan Sword Field and your master have done is absolutely correct?"
Mo Ying finally said emphatically: "Aren't the heirs of Bashan who don't follow your idea of Bashan sword field going to die?"
His words are powerful.
In fact, many Changling practice places now, including some generals in the army, still sympathize with the Bashan sword field and respect Wang Jingmeng, and especially feel that the change of Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu was a shameful betrayal.
But these feelings are originally based on reason and righteousness.
The revenge in the Bashan Sword Field must naturally be based on reason and righteousness.
No one can be strong enough to kill all the people in the world, and without the approval of the people in the world, any revenge cannot succeed.
These words of Mo Ying are actually more powerful than the formation formed by the dozen or so practitioners.
"What you said makes sense. The descendants of Bashan who don't follow the idea of Bashan Sword Field don't necessarily have to die."
However, what everyone, including Mo Ying, did not expect was that Ding Ning nodded and said this sentence.
Even the eldest grandson Qianxue was surprised and couldn't help but startled.
"But Bashan Sword Field must take back the things in Bashan Sword Field." Ding Ning calmly looked at Mo Ying, who was slightly stunned, but continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't agree with Master, but if you get her things, But revealing her things to the enemy is betraying the master, expelling the master, taking back the sword and sword scriptures she passed on to you, and abolishing your cultivation, this is justified."
Ding Ning's voice slowly echoed in the dead barracks.
No one has any objections.
Even the dead soldiers who were most loyal to Mo Ying couldn't raise any objections.
Expulsion from the school and the abolition of cultivation base are indeed the lightest punishment.
But for a powerful master like Mo Ying, abolishing his cultivation base... what does it mean
Mo Ying took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes, looked at her eldest grandson Qianxue, and said in a cold voice: "Miss Gongsun's family is not a member of Bashan Sword Field in the past. If you want to collect things from Bashan Sword Field, It will be collected by the people from Bashan Sword Field."
Ding Ning smiled faintly, "I was the one to collect it."