When he said these words, the world suddenly became quiet, and even Changsun Qianxue's breathing stopped for a few breaths.
"Concubine Zhao Yaofei is not the only one who can drive her own conquest."
These words echoed in Ding Ning's mind, of course he understood what these words meant, and his face couldn't help turning pale.
He looked at Sima Cuo and the passengers on the chariot around him carrying lanterns. At this moment, he finally understood why the chariot smelled so weird, and why the coachmen and waiters were far away from the master. In terms of the big battle, it can't reach the point of fear at all, but it has an absolutely calm atmosphere.
Because these people are all guards from the imperial palace, that kind of aura is the so-called imperial aura that follows the emperor.
So this train chariot is the imperial chariot.
There was also a slight ripple in Dong Hu's monk Gujing Wubo's state of mind, and he felt it, and looked to the side not far away.
There was also a desolate hill there.
The emperor's attendants and chariots are already here, but Emperor Yuanwu is not here, but on that hill.
In a forest on the hill, there is an ordinary stone house, but it has been arranged extremely neatly at this time.
Emperor Yuanwu in ordinary clothes is drinking tea.
Standing in front of him was a young court lady who picked up the teapot on the small red clay stove and made him a cup of tea.
When Monk Dong Hu looked at the hill where he was, he had just picked up the teacup.
However, at the next moment, he lowered his head and took a sip, the teacup slowly fell in front of him, in the space between him and Monk Donghu, there were many crystal ripples, his body disappeared from the original place, wearing After passing these ripples, it appeared directly at the end of the train.
His figure is like an object that suddenly increases in a still picture, directly filling the pupils of the eyes, making people feel unreal and uncomfortable.
There was a bang.
When his body was still, there was a terrifying roar in the air between behind him and the hill, as if a very long city wall was collapsing in an instant.
This is a state that is difficult to understand, or it is a state that all the masters of the seven realms in the world cannot understand at the moment.
Even the vitality of heaven and earth that naturally flowed from his body was like strands of dazzling divine light, making it almost impossible to look directly at his face.
Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked deeply at the commoner man who appeared directly on the chariot at the rear of the convoy, Emperor Yuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Yuan Wu's face hasn't changed in any way compared to ten years ago, and the years don't seem to have left any traces on him at all.
Ding Ning's heart sank deeper into his body, but strangely, he didn't have any anger or other negative emotions.
He never expected to meet Yuan Wu at this time.
Changsun Qianxue's fists gradually clenched, her body was much colder than the wind and snow outside her, but cold sweat still broke out uncontrollably in her palms.
She looked at Yuan Wu standing on the car.
Yuan Wu's facial features and figure are very ordinary. Many years ago, she thought everything about Yuan Wu was ordinary, but such a seemingly ordinary person has reached the pinnacle of the world step by step.
At the time of the Lushan League, the world's masters gathered, Yuan Wu still had many scruples, and his aura was hidden. However, when he flattened the mountain with a sword, his cultivation was fully revealed. At this time, he only needed to target Dong Hu, her, and Ding Ning. Qi machine is like a river and a mountain under your feet, overlooking all living beings.
He glanced at Monk Donghu and said, "You are not my opponent, why don't you work for me?"
His voice was ordinary, but very majestic, with a sense of supremacy, and one couldn't help but feel that as long as he said such a sentence, Monk Donghu would not refute, and even obey.
Because he is the strongest and most powerful emperor of this era.
Even if he really lost this battle and lost the land of several counties, the Great Qin Dynasty he owned still had a territory more than twice that of other dynasties.
Ye Xiao's breathing on the mountain ridge also became a little rough, and he hadn't formally met Yuan Wu for a long time, and Yuan Wu's strength at this time had caused unspeakable pressure on him.
However, Monk Donghu shook his head, looked at Emperor Yuanwu and said, "You are injured."
Sima Cuo was taken aback.
Many people in the chariot were a little shaken.
After the Lushan League, the practitioners of several dynasties have carried out countless deduction, guessing that Emperor Yuanwu was also injured in the Lushan League, but the guess is just a guess after all, and now I heard the powerful ascetic monk of Donghu Saying it in person is completely different.
Yuan Wu raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was no trace of hostility on his peaceful and majestic face. He nodded naturally, "I can't hide this from you, but you still can't be a widow's opponent."
Monk Donghu thought for a while, and then said, "Not necessarily."
Emperor Yuanwu didn't speak anymore, he glanced at Monk Donghu from the air, there was a soft swish in the air, his eyes seemed to turn into two bright swords, piercing Monk Donghu's face.
Monk Donghu stood motionless, like a dead tree for a thousand years, not even the wooden stick in his hand moved.
Two bright sword lights suddenly disappeared one foot in front of him.
But after the two sword lights disappeared, Monk Donghu stepped forward and took a step forward.
He raised the wooden stick in his hand, and there was a loud bang.
In the void in front of him, there seemed to be a terrifying force colliding with the wooden staff in his hand, making a sound like knocking an extremely heavy invisible bell.
Without any lingering, he struck back with his wooden stick, and the figure of Emperor Yuanwu on the chariot a hundred meters away from him had turned into a phantom, while the real body had appeared behind him.
Emperor Yuanwu's real body was already holding a bright yellow long sword in his hand, and he stabbed straight at Donghu monk's back.
The vitality in front of the tip of his sword exploded, forming a crystal flower in the air, but the dazzling bright yellow light on the sword seemed to have no time to bloom.
The speed of this sword has surpassed the limit of cognition of the master of the seven realms, and it is as powerful as the sword that killed Yan Ying at the Lushan League.
However, the wooden stick in Donghu monk's hand still had time to appear in the right position, and it hit the sword body of the sword.
At this moment, it was as if Emperor Yuanwu was divided into two, stabbing the old Donghu ascetic monk from the front and the back at the same time. In this matter, he blocked Emperor Yuanwu's blow before, and then smashed Emperor Yuanwu's blow.
Huge dust waves surged from the front and back of the old monk Donghu at the same time, accompanied by countless substantive bright yellow rays of light.
The figure of Emperor Yuanwu on the chariot and behind Monk Donghu suddenly dissipated, and disappeared like a dream at the same time, but then, the real body of Emperor Yuanwu had returned to the chariot.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes were flickering, and he was concentrating on some crucial issue in such a confrontation.
"I didn't expect you to be so strong."
When the vast majority of people present had not recovered from the shock of this moment, he fixedly looked at Monk Donghu, took a deep breath, and said, "You can't be as fast as a widow, you are as fast as you are!" It lies in directness, in turning the whole body into your own world. In such a cramped world, you can keep up with the speed of widows, but you can't have such comprehension with the sword... even widows can't. Only one person ever To be able to use a sword like this."
"That should be because of you?"
Emperor Yuanwu's eyes fell on Ding Ning, his deep eyes contained countless temptations and incomprehensions, "You have obtained his nine-death silkworm technique, but how can you inherit his comprehension in the way of swordsmanship?" ?”
Ding Ning did not answer his question, but nodded solemnly to Monk Donghu in front of him, and then stretched out his fingers, several strands of faint natal sword energy shot out from his fingertips, leaving behind several streaks of light. mark.
Most people couldn't understand his movements at this time, but the few grandmasters in the field were all breathless for an instant, and felt a mysterious, powerful and inexplicable sword path.
This is a sword move.
Monk Donghu's hazy eyes also became brighter.
These light traces fell into his perception, and it was a sword move that only he could comprehend right now.
This sword move and the kung fu he practiced perfectly matched his current state, and even had a strong restraint effect on Yuan Wu's sword intent.
He knew that because of Emperor Yuanwu's personal conquest, the current opponents were already too strong for them, so Ding Ning couldn't hold back, and had to do everything possible to find a chance to win.
"Eclipse of the sky!"
Emperor Yuanwu's pupils contracted sharply, and he drank the name of the sword, but even he could only feel part of the sword's intent, and only knew the name of the sword.