Zheng An continued to scream in pain.
The small half of her body was completely separated from her body, but her figure was still receding into the dust mountain behind, and the blood was still lingering in the air, but her figure disappeared instantly.
Seeing such a scene, Master Agni almost knelt down.
This sword is just like the peak of Wang Jingmeng back then. Although most of it came from his strength, but thinking of Wang Jingmeng's accumulated power back then... If Wang Jingmeng didn't die after killing the mountain of corpses and seas of blood, now he is back again. Appearing in front of many practitioners who witnessed his battle back then, I am afraid that all these practitioners will feel the same as him.
"The grievances between you and me are over, but you can only get out of the battle if you wait for this situation to disappear."
Ding Ning didn't go to see him.
He looked at Zheng An's hiding place, and frowned involuntarily.
A small half of the body was directly cut open, and the internal organs and meridians suffered fatal injuries. However, he felt that Zheng An was still trying his best to seal his wound with true energy gathering the vitality of the world.
Zheng An will eventually die.
However, in the world of practitioners, there are many examples of people who can continue to fight for a period of time after their bodies are cut off, until they die when their true energy is exhausted.
Now Zheng An not only wants to suppress the flow of true essence and qi and blood in her body, what she needs to suppress most is probably the indescribable fear of her body being cut open.
"If she shows up again, there's no one among us who can stop her."
Changsun Qianxue approached his side and said softly to him.
"If she must die, someone like her would not be willing to die like this. It is only a matter of time before she overcomes the fear in her heart. She will definitely show up again." Ding Ning listened to the words of Changsun Qianxue, thinking in his heart But after all, it was still one point short, the true essence of Master Raging Fire was not his own true essence after all. Then he took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "There is still one person missing, and there is another person who should have come who did not show up."
His words stunned everyone present, even Master Agni.
"Prince Yugou is indeed a character that I never thought of."
Ding Ning turned to look at Prince Yugou.
At this time, Prince Yugou had been so poisoned that he lost even his senses, and could not even make a sound. He was chaotically bumping into the dust mountain, and the skin and flesh on his body began to fester and fall off in pieces.
When a practitioner is finally unable to suppress the overflow of toxins in his body, and even his true essence is corroded, the final result is death.
She lived in seclusion for a long time, but traveled thousands of miles to die.
Everyone thought this incident was ironic, but they didn't understand who Ding Ning was talking about.
"Prince Yugou is called a prince, but he hasn't even become a prince for a day. Now it seems that he hates me and Bashan Sword Field more than Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu. But looking at it now, even without me and Bashan Sword Field How can someone like him compete with Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu? What people in Changling and other counties in Daqin need is a brilliant and bright saint like Yuan Wu, not a demon king lingering in yin. Back then, he chose exercises When I was born, I didn’t even think about this, so how could I get the support of those noble people in Changling at that time?”
Ding Ning withdrew his gaze, and then said directly: "I thought it was Meng Fangying who came in with the people from Jiaodong County, not Prince Yugou."
Master Raging Fire's heart skipped a beat, and even he reacted immediately.
Especially at this time, Fusu Du, who was in an extremely complicated mood, suddenly changed his complexion.
Meng Fangying was Meng Qihai's father, the Marquis of Meng.
Zheng Xiu had only one cousin, Zheng Feiye, who was married to Marquis Meng.
So we all know that among the Thirteenth Marquis of the Great Qin Dynasty, Meng Hou and Zheng Xiu walked closest. In a sense, Meng Hou was Zheng Xiu's confidant, and what he paid was the price of marriage and a part of Jiaodong County's benefits.
Killing nine dead silkworms was Zheng Xiuchun's biggest goal in attacking Chu. At this time, several princes had died on the battlefields of Yinshan and Yangshan counties. There had been military reports that Menghou had also arrived in the area of Yinshan, but he had not appeared on the battlefield so far. Where can he go
"Meng Fangying's character is similar to Zheng Xiu's. He won't show up until the most certain moment. So he is deeply trusted by Zheng Xiu."
Ding Ning lowered his eyelids and said indifferently.
When his expression changed, a cold and majestic voice sounded, "You really know me very well."
At the same time as this cold and majestic voice sounded, Prince Yugou stumbled wildly, and his decaying body was directly crushed by a powerful force.
Pieces of miserable green debris fell into the depths of the dust mountain like thousands of sharp arrows.
"Although Prince Yugou has earned his name for nothing, stealing his name is generally unaware and obsessive, but after all, he is the blood of the royal family. At least let him die simply, leaving some respect."
A middle-aged man wearing Hou Dynasty uniform appeared from the dust mountain.
Although his temples have been stained with dust, his face is still handsome, but his arms that are exposed outside his sleeves give people a feeling as hard as iron.
Some scars on the surface of the skin are like pieces of blades being scraped, but the healed scars are covered like iron sheets, even shining with a cold luster.
He was originally an eagle breeder in the frontier army.
The eagle he raised was only used to convey military sentiments, but it took him more than 20 years to climb from the bottom of the frontier army to the heights of Changling, becoming the prince of the Qin Dynasty, and married Jiaodong County Another world-renowned beauty, Zheng Feiye.
"You are Wang Jingmeng."
Meng Fangying looked at Ding Ning deeply, and then said: "Your Majesty is indeed right. You are not the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm, but his own rebirth."
…
Ding Ning looked at the familiar man and didn't respond.
There is no point in thinking about any echoed words at this point.
The key is, inside and outside the dust mountain, who else can stop Zheng Xiu's pawn, the final real finisher.
It was too late for Lin Zhujiu and Zhang Shiwu.
They were originally in the capital of Chu, and the focus of their attention was on how to ensure that Chu was not in chaos, and that Concubine Zhao Xiang was not dead.
"Any last words?"
Meng Fangying suppressed the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Changsun Qianxue, then looked at Ding Ning seriously and suggested, "Or can you tell me the secret of the nine-dead silkworm? In this way, I might also make it easier for everyone here to die." .”
"Even if I really tell the secret of the nine dead silkworms, do you dare to listen?"
Ding Ning suddenly smiled, and said sarcastically, "Even if you hear it from me and tell Zheng Xiu, Zheng Xiu will allow other people in the world to exist besides her who know the secret of Nine Dead Silkworms?"
Meng Fangying froze suddenly, feeling a chill in his heart.