Under Ding Ning's unsightly slashing like chopping wood, the armored lizard's necks on both sides were completely cut open. Its body and forelimbs moved more and more slowly, and finally it was completely motionless when the entire head was about to fall.
Ding Ning was panting violently. After all, he was limited by his cultivation, his arms had already started to become sore, and the exhaustion of his true energy also made him feel tired.
It's just that he knew that he didn't have much time to stay. Looking at the bloody armored lizard, he squatted down and used the broken sword in his hand as a crowbar to pry off several pieces of scales on the armored lizard's back, and then carefully Start cutting.
For him, it has been a long time since he killed this kind of beast for its flesh and blood, so he still feels a little disgusted at this time. The most important thing is that the internal organs of the armored lizard, especially the stomach pouch, are full of meat that can make a practitioner feel sick. Diseased toxins and dirty things, so he must control his sword edge not to go too deep, and not to cut through the internal organs when cutting meat.
Seeing his careful cutting, a student from Baiyun Temple like Xie Changsheng recovered from the shock and couldn't help sighing softly: "He seems to know a lot."
Xu Heshan took a deep breath, and said slowly: "There are a lot of books in the alleys."
Gu Xichun raised her eyebrows again, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
He knew very well that Xu Heshan's words were a counterattack against him.
Because this is an old saying of the Great Qin Dynasty, which contains two meanings.
One meaning is that people born in ordinary streets and alleys rarely have the opportunity to become practitioners, so most of them can only study and seek a way out in becoming wise men and counselors.
Another meaning is that it is precisely because it is more difficult for those who are born in the back alleys of the city to become a practitioner than the children of nobles, so those who want to become a practitioner will be more thirsty for the knowledge of practice, and they will be eager to see any A book about practice that can be found.
Therefore, many practitioners who were born in back alleys often know more, especially after becoming practitioners, they will cherish all opportunities to practice, work harder, and often achieve high achievements.
"His start is still too late." Gu Xichun thought for a while, and felt that arguing over Ding Ning, who was still far away from him, would be a bit self-deprecating, so he finally calmed down, and just said this sentence softly.
This sentence is very fair, and all the students watching the ceremony agree in their hearts, and they all fell silent.
Because even if he was born in an ordinary aristocratic family, with Ding Ning's talent displayed at this moment, he might have been able to step into the path of cultivation six or seven years earlier, and the family will definitely provide all kinds of things that are conducive to cultivation. .
However, at this age, he has only practiced for a month, so even if he has an amazing talent for cultivation, he is still far behind He Zhaoxi, Gu Xichun, and even Nangong Caishu at this moment. .
Perhaps it is because of this natural gap of six or seven years that he will always fall behind in various competitions in the future and will never be able to catch up.
Xu Heshan knew this was the truth, he couldn't refute it, and fell into silence, but he felt even more unfair, so he felt more sullen in his heart, and his face became more ugly.
"It's true that he started too late, but we ordinary people walk, but he ran with all his strength." However, at this moment, a clear female voice with indescribable strength sounded again, spreading to everyone. human auricle.
Xie Rou spoke out at this moment.
Her eyes never took off from Ding Ning's body.
At this moment, Ding Ning has finished cutting the meat from the back of the armored lizard. The meat on the back of the iron-clad lizard is the thickest, thickest, and most unpalatable, but it is relatively clean and safe.
After a little processing of the two cut pieces of meat, some blood dripped off, and the two pieces of meat were carried on his back with cloth and rattan, because the time was obviously very tight for Ding Ning, so he started to move towards the wolf smoke. The area ran up in big strides.
The weight of these two pieces of meat is only more than ten catties, but because his body is weaker than other practitioners, and he has just experienced two consecutive fierce battles, especially when he killed this armored lizard. After cutting the flesh, he still hadn't breathed evenly, so it was extremely difficult for him to run at this moment.
Even those on the viewing platform could clearly see that Ding Ning's hands and legs were trembling strangely, and they could all see his chest heaving violently as if it was about to burst.
The scorching breath ejected from his mouth, together with the steaming heat from his body, always created layers of white mist in front of and around him.
At this moment, almost all the disciples of Baiyang Cave and Ivy Sword Academy who have not been eliminated in the area at the entrance are already far ahead of Ding Ning.
Some of the people who have traveled the most smoothly have even approached the edge of the area surrounded by wolf smoke, and are about to reach the area that must be entered.
Ding Ning was left alone at the end.
Even all the people on the viewing platform could easily tell that with his running speed at the moment, without many accidents, he could just barely enter the area surrounded by the wolf smoke before noon.
It's just that he is struggling and tenacious at the moment, and his calm running posture is enough to move people, and he can feel a certain kind of strength and ideas that many people don't have.
Xie Rou's face was filled with a porcelain-like brilliance, but her eyes were touched like the sun at noon.
Ding Ning moved her, and the light in her eyes also moved more people on the viewing platform.
Ding Ning was running hard.
He was racing against time, and he was also chasing after the young talents of Baiyang Cave and Ivy Sword Academy who were close to the area that must be reached.
His body was close to the limit, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest and abdomen while breathing, and he was indescribably sad.
But his eyes were always calm and cold, with a very long-term perspective.
Because what Xie Rou and the others in the stands don't know is that his pursuit at the moment has more meaning... because what he is chasing is his own life, as well as those powerful and powerful practitioners in Changling , those princes, empresses and two prime ministers, as well as His Majesty the emperor who is high above, with the great Qin, rivers, mountains and land at his feet, who has reached the eighth realm of practice.
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While Ding Ning was running hard, a man in a yellow python-pattern official robe was standing on a martial arts arena in a military camp with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the streets and alleys of Changling in the distance.
Because Changling is too big to see the end, it seems at a loss.
This man's complexion was radiant, exuding a luster like topaz, his forehead was broad, and his eyes contained great momentum, as if he could hold the entire barracks in his hands at any time.
He is naturally Liang Lian, the general of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army.
At this moment, beside him, stood a master in black shirt who looked to be in his forties.
Like the cultivator who lamented that his success would last forever, this master in black has gray hair and his face is full of traces of wind and frost.
"You really think I have to?"
Liang Lian looked at the dazed distance, and seriously asked the master who was standing quietly and respectfully beside him.
"General, you must do this." The master in black shirt nodded and said softly.
Liang Lian turned to look at him, and said: "Public use for private use, use some means to grab some self-sufficient capital from the market people in Changling, even if it fails, at most it will only cause displeasure to the queen and the emperor, but let Baishan go." For such an existence as Shui, not to obtain Gushan Jianzang, and even attempt to collude with Baishanshui, this is a real rebellion, the Holy One is furious, and I don’t know how many heads will be lost.”
The face of the black-shirted master did not change, and he still respectfully said in a soft voice: "General, you know better than I what the reason for your foothold in Changling is... You are the same as Ye Sishou. The reason why you can live well and prominently is because The swords in your hands have enough weight, just because you have value to use, just because of your strength."
Liang Lian shook his head, "I am different from Ye Celeng."
The black-shirted master also shook his head: "You have had a relationship with that person, and since you betrayed that person, the Holy Majesty also felt that you might betray him. So he never trusted the two ministers and the thirteen princes. I trust you as well. So don’t think that as long as you do things for the queen, you can sit back and relax. If you really follow her and those noble people’s ideas, let Chief Ye die in battle and win the Gushan Sword Collection for the Queen and the Holy Majesty, then Chief Ye will be at this moment Your way is your way."
Liang Lian's face did not change, but remained silent for a while.
"The fewer people like Ye Sishou and Bai Shanshui, and the more stable Changling is, the less safe you will be, so you can't let such people disappear easily. Your foundation will always come from your own strength. As long as you You are strong enough, even if you cannot be a Marquis, at least you can guard one side outside the pass."
The black-shirted master slowly raised his head, and said slowly and firmly: "We crawled out from the pile of dead people outside the pass... When a city died and only the two of us were left, we were not afraid. We finally climbed to the present day In such a position, so many people have died, are you afraid, General? Everything we have done in the past is to be able to control our own path under our own feet. This is what you have always taught me matter."
Liang Lian was silent for a long time.
The autumn wind rolled up the yellow sand on the martial arts arena, covering him and the master in black.
His face became gentle instead, he nodded, and said to the master in black: "No!"