The violent and complex vibration caused hundreds of sword qi of different colors to emanate from the dagger, flying upwards, facing the mountain shadow falling from the sky.
Sword Qi rushed towards the huge shadow, blooming continuously at the bottom of the mountain shadow like fireworks.
The dragon gun in Mo Ying's hand began to vibrate, and then his body also began to vibrate.
The depths of his extremely chilling eyes were instantly filled with an indescribably complex expression.
He instantly understood that the shock did not come from the collision of real power, not because the power of Ding Ning's sword was strong enough to resist his "magic dragon prying the mountain", but because it came from the depths of his heart, his own emotional agitation .
The emotion brought by the opponent's sword intent was perfectly transmitted to his perception and spiritual world, affecting his heart.
At this moment, he was taken off track like a flying sword.
He was inevitably infected, and there were even many reunions in his mind. It seemed that the sword that had just left his hand had appeared in his eyes after many years, thus seducing him for the first time. It was the first time she met Yan Xinlan, and it was the first time she saw this "warm spring" scene.
It was indeed a very warm spring.
In a certain battlefield in the south, countless golden rapeseed flowers bloomed on the high and low mounds.
He carried a bucket of blood-stained bandages through the flower fields, and beside the clear stream where these bandages were usually washed, a woman was washing her face.
That is Yan Xinlan.
On the left and right waists, there are two swords, one is Mohua, and the other is Nuanchun.
Like those sword masters in Bashan Sword Field, Yan Xinlan's aura exuded from her body was like an extremely sharp sword, but the way she washed her face was different from ordinary women, and she clearly sensed his arrival, but Still not changing the posture of washing his face, taking his time.
Many years later, he knew that this was her determination, and at the same time, her stubbornness that would not be changed by outsiders.
When he stayed there, Yan Xinlan just turned her head indifferently and said: "From your walking steps, breathing, and the strength you exerted when you lift this wooden barrel, you should have studied at Huang Chongjian Academy and White Deer Academy." The methods of practice are complicated and not inherited directly, but to be able to learn this is already considered a genius."
He was stunned for a long time, not knowing what mood he was in, but finally he said, "Then can you teach me?"
She was noncommittal, and finally taught.
The golden color of the sky and the scene of the reunion made his mind shake, and he was absent-minded for a moment, even in a trance.
This is enough for Ding Ning.
A sword shadow led Ding Ning to rush out from under the mountain shadow, and the mountain shadow fell behind him, the ground exploded soundlessly, and there was no time for the sound to come out.
Ding Ning had already parried Mo Ying's shot.
An uncontrollable exclamation sounded like a tide as more tents were raised.
The practitioners in the barracks couldn't believe their eyes.
They couldn't believe that someone in the world could break such a blow just by relying on one move and ignoring the rules of strength.
"It's a miracle."
Mo Ying took a deep breath.
The turbulent emotion in his eyes disappeared.
The tip of the spear fell to the ground, and the remaining power on the tip of the spear easily broke through the vibrations from the ground, and naturally eliminated any adverse effects of the vibration of vitality on his body and the true essence in his body.
He didn't rush to make a move right away, but looked at Ding Ning, and said expressionlessly: "The former Wang Jingmeng fought in every sect, and he is familiar with the moves of all sects and sects. Most of the moves in the world, he not only knows how to use, but also It will break, so he has the ability to fight across borders. I never imagined that you, as his successor, would be able to do so."
Ding Ning raised his head slightly, looked at his eyes that had returned to indifference and sternness, did not respond to his words, but raised his sword, as if to let Mo Ying see more clearly, and at the same time asked softly, "Have you ever thought about it, why? Will she accept you as a disciple?"
"Why?"
Ding Ning's question did not cause Mo Ying's heart to ripple immediately, because he had been preparing to make a move, and Ding Ning was also preparing to make a move.
At this moment, Ding Ning drew out his sword.
He let go of the hilt of the sword, and the dagger flew out of his hand with a snort. The extremely fast speed instantly turned the sword into a very faint shadow, but in the next moment, the trajectory of the sword and The sword intent that bloomed made the dagger that had turned into a flying sword even lighter, as if it had disappeared into the air, but it carried a certain indescribable taste.
Just like in early summer, on a slightly drunk night, a person came to Fengqiao under the willow tree, but happened to meet a woman whom he had met before, but whom he admired but could not find her whereabouts.
Ding Ning's sword brought this taste to the fullest.
The sword name of this sword is "Seeing Fate".
Some things are called destiny, which has a solemn taste, and some things are called "fate", which often has a sweet and warm or slightly sad taste.
Mo Ying's gun made a loud sound, like a dragon chant. With the powerful force in his body gushing out, the tip of the gun spewed out a red stream hotter than magma. This gun was obtained by the old powerful family from the ancient practice place. The secret technique "Dragon Chant" in the practice classics.
Not only is it blooming with the power of the legendary dragon's breath, the spear is unparalleled, but the grand voice also has the power to confuse the practitioner's spirit and perception.
However, at this moment, when he just launched this move, he failed to affect Ding Ning, but because of Ding Ning's words before, and because of the sword intent of Ding Ning's sword, his spirit fell into a violent shock again.
In his subconscious mind, he had already thought about Ding Ning's question.
It's just that the answer is like a pebble submerged in the water, which was lifted up by Ding Ning's sword intent and surfaced.
He is indeed a very talented practitioner, otherwise, even if he got the inheritance of Bashan Sword Field, he would not be able to become powerful in a short period of time.
However, Mo Ying, who knows Yan Xinlan and her temperament very well, understands in her heart that the reason why Yan Xinlan would pass on his sword is because she seldom went out to the Bashan sword field back then, rarely communicated with others, and she was very young. . Because she was young enough, when he asked her to teach him the sword, she hadn't had the idea of accepting apprentices before, so she hadn't accepted highly talented practitioners as apprentices.
But the most important thing is that she believes in fate precisely because she is young enough.
On a spring day when flowers were blooming everywhere in a good mood, I saw a young man who was pleasing to the eye, and then this shy and somewhat dull young man asked her for sword skills, so she taught him.
This is fate.
And is there anything else
If there are any, it means that he was still young enough at that time, so his eyes were clean, he didn't have any desires or extravagant demands, he was just an ordinary pharmacist.
Mo Ying got the answer, his mood fluctuated more violently, and there was a trace of disorder in the voice of the dragon chant.
A light sword light passed through the scarlet Qiyan and fell on his forehead.
He was suddenly in a state of waking up and bewildered, a trace of hostility naturally flashed between his brows, his left hand left the gun body, and at the moment when there was no time to delay, he clamped the sword light with his two fingers.
There was a soft swish.
The sword was as slippery as a loach forcefully detached from his fingers.
His entire body slid backwards, and the rapid friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground also made the sound of a flying sword rubbing against his fingers.
There was a sword mark between his eyebrows, the bone was deep, and blood flowed down the tip of his nose.