The current wrapped the line of fire and fell into the big river.
There was almost no sound, only white smoke rising.
The big river dried up for a while, and the exposed riverbed was cracked like pieces of land that had been short of water for a long time.
The next moment, the water in the moat poured out even more violently, and collided with the water rushing in from other places in the river, stirring up a clear white wave.
The water vapor floats to the high altitude to be cooled, and more raindrops fall.
Filling the heaven and the earth in it, gathering all kinds of human fire, the oven that can burn all things, was broken like an understatement.
Looking at the city gate tower that didn't even burn the eaves, looking at the two people who were still facing each other quietly, everyone inside and outside the city wall was shocked and speechless.
"It turns out that you can break such a sword."
There were raindrops falling on Zhao Miao's face, rolling down like tears, she looked at Ding Ning and said.
"There is no unbreakable sword style in the world."
Ding Ning looked at her and said calmly: "If life and death are a struggle, there will be consequences in the future."
"My master only thought of such a sword against you back then. It seems that I still don't understand my master well enough." Zhao Miao slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes kept beating, and she said softly: "He doesn't want to kill you either. You, just want to see if you can handle this sword."
There was a touch of sadness in Ding Ning's eyes, and he said: "Killing itself is not the best way. If a sword fight can understand each other's minds, there are many things that don't need to be solved by fighting with an army."
Zhao Miao took a deep breath.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at Ding Ning, and said, "Thank you".
There are many things in her thank you.
Ding Ning's sword response gave her more understanding in the way of swordsmanship, but more importantly, she seemed to see the heart of her master.
Ding Ning bowed slightly in return.
Zhao Miao didn't stay any longer, and floated towards the water behind her.
The water in the moat surged outwards, extremely turbulent, but the boat that Changsun Qianxue was in was like a rock in the river, standing motionless.
Zhao Miao passed the boat, but took the jug of wine thrown to her by Changsun Qianxue.
She smiled at her eldest grandson Qianxue, and thanked her with a salute. Until then, she had some daughter-like gestures.
In the next moment, she was walking on the waves, following the current to the big river, and in an instant, everyone on the city wall saw only a petite figure from her back.
Ding Ning looked at her back with emotion in his eyes.
He could see that Zhao Miao's departure meant that all grievances and grievances had been wiped out. If there were no accidents, perhaps Mr. Zhao Si and those practitioners of Zhao Jianlu would not necessarily intervene in the world's disputes again.
What made him gratified and admired was that she should have great achievements on the road of cultivation in the future, and it should only be a matter of time before she surpassed her master.
He was the only one left on the top of the city gate.
But at this time, more people noticed the boat that stayed on the water.
Many people began to determine the identity of Sun Qianxue, the eldest son on board.
This brings back even more memories.
However, the things in the memory are clearly in front of the eyes, which can also bring more fear to many people.
Among the crowd somewhere on the city wall, a cultivator's face was extremely pale.
Judging from his appearance, he is at most forty years old, but judging from a certain unique smell on his body, he is far older than that.
He lowered his head timidly, as if trying not to be noticed.
However, the official robe of Zheng Wusi on his body is very dazzling.
In the entire Changling, Zhengwusi did not have a few official titles above him.
Just when he was filled with the urge to escape, Ding Ning's eyes had already landed on him.
"An Longyun, is there anything you want to tell me?"
There was a crowd of people between Ding Ning and this senior official of Zhengwu Division, but Ding Ning asked him first.
Many people present were not surprised.
During the change in Changling that year, including the encirclement and suppression of Bashan Sword Field, many troops originally under the jurisdiction of Bashan Sword Field rebelled, and the generals of some armies made a chilling order to let the entire army under their command die.
One person, one order, cheated the entire army under his command.
Just because that army is the army of Bashan Sword Field.
An Longyun is one of such generals.
It's just that An Longyun didn't expect that there would be a time to face Bashan Sword Field again, or a time to face that person again.
Without any hesitation, when Ding Ning's eyes fell on him, An Longyun had already started to flee.
His body turned into a gust of wind, sweeping towards the depths of Chudu.
He knew that he couldn't be Ding Ning's opponent, but he was also a practitioner of the seventh realm. If there was no confrontation between the seven realms, if he tried his best to escape, he would have a great chance of escaping. The most important thing is that he is a court official of the Great Qin Dynasty. Although some troops and practitioners are vacillating in the face of this former military god, as long as Ding Ning does not enter the city, these troops and practitioners will not even However, if Ding Ning entered the city like nothing, the attitude of these people would be different.
However, in just a breath, he felt a strange breath.
It's not that the threat of death is approaching, but that the world around him is too quiet.
He looked back, and what made his body inexplicably stiff was that he saw that Ding Ning did not chase him, and was still standing quietly on the top of the city gate.
"I am the leader of the Bashan Sword Field. Although I use tricks, if there is a battle to the death, I will take the lead and never back down."
"Has my Daqin cultivator really become so unbearable now? If so, even if he wins the world, he will lose face."
"If you want to fight, then come to fight, don't drive the deployment, let others take their lives."
"If you dare not fight, then leave the city, but you must know how to be ashamed."
Ding Ning's voice resounded, although it was not high-pitched, it was extremely clear to the ears of everyone who could see him.
While saying these words, the remnant sword of Mo Hua hovered beside Ding Ning, reminding everyone of the life of the original owner of this sword.
The bodies of countless people trembled.
Many years ago, the Great Qin Dynasty was not powerful compared to other dynasties, but the Bashan Sword Field led the reform. Wang Jingmeng and many sword masters in the Bashan Sword Field first taught the Qin people how to be brave, and then taught fairness and shame.
But is it fair to Bashan Sword Field afterwards
At that time, everyone was proud of being a Qin person, not just because the Great Qin had the most powerful force.
Is the current Changling, the current Great Qin, still the same as before
"Jingyun Jianyuan Qiu Yinche, please!"
A chilling voice sounded.
One person swept up from the city wall, followed a beam of sword light, and fell towards Ding Ning's place.
Ding Ning nodded, held the end flower sword across his chest as a salute, and then swung the sword.
There was a crackling sound.
The Mo Huajian easily tore apart the man's sword light, and slapped the man's chest like a wave, sending the man flying upside down from the air.
"Qi Shan Sword Academy Qi Linjun, please."
Another sword light flew up and rushed towards Ding Ning.
Ding Tranquility stood still, returned the salute again, and drew out his sword.