Sword lights kept flying up and falling towards the top of the gate tower.
However, Ding Ning only took out one sword, and the masters of these sword lights were defeated.
No one can catch a sword.
If the previous battle between Ding Ning and Mr. Zhao Si was just a fight between gods and gods, and it was out of reach, then this kind of battle now happened in the world.
All these Qin people understood what Ding Ning wanted to express.
Today I am going to stand here.
If you think you are my enemy, then come to fight if you refuse to accept.
However, this battle must follow the rules of the Qin people, and you must know how to be ashamed.
So at this time, the practitioners who kept rushing up to the city gate tower to challenge him were of high and low cultivation level, there were practitioners of four realms and five realms, and occasionally there were masters of seven realms.
However, what is more and more shocking is that the boundaries of the realm of cultivation seem to no longer exist in front of Ding Ning at this moment.
Whether it is a sword master of the four realms or five realms, or a practitioner of the six realms or seven realms, there is no difference in the eyes of everyone at this moment.
Ding Ning just slashed the sword, and the practitioners who stepped forward were immediately defeated.
Even Ding Ning only used the Mo Hua Remnant Sword all the time, and for the people in the Great Qin Army, there is definite news that Ding Ning's natal sword is the best famous sword in the world.
The colorful sword light is like fireworks, constantly lighting up on the gate tower, and it is as short as the life of a shooting star.
The water in the moat has calmed down again.
The eldest grandson Qianxue in full dress looked up at the fireworks-like sword light above the city gate, swept away the absolute coldness in the past, and didn't use a cup, just took a sip with a wine jug, and a bright red surface appeared Her face, which is all over the country and the city, she smiled, blooming with a stronger brilliance.
She is not an ordinary child, regardless of her family background, she is also the most gifted young practitioner of that era, so naturally there are times when she is wild and unruly. The person who can make her fall in love has naturally had many heart-stirring moments in front of her.
Watching Ding Ning defeat a practitioner with a sword at will, she thought of many scenes of Wang Jingmeng's first entry into Changling in the past.
"If you are not convinced, then come to fight?"
That disdainful and proud voice seemed to be still echoing in her ears, but it was only in a trance, but more than ten years had passed.
"It will definitely kill him!"
In the largest barracks of the Qin Army a few miles behind the south gate of the capital of Chu, several generals stood alone on the tallest wooden tower. One of the generals was so pale that he couldn't breathe freely, and the armor on his chest kept shaking: "Even if his true energy is almost inexhaustible, even if he can replenish his true energy during the battle, his body has a limit. Even chopping firewood, even cutting down tens of thousands of roots, his flesh and blood will not be able to bear it!"
"Pile him to death? The key is, how many people are willing to obey orders?"
Meng Fenghu interrupted the general coldly.
When Su Qin was taken away by the Qisi people that day, he was actually the supreme commander of the military in the capital of Chu. He is a member of the Menghou Mansion, the first disciple of Meng Fangying, and even has the grace of being named into the Menghou Mansion. Marquis Meng and several of his strongest practitioners all died in the Thousand Mountains Circle that surrounded and killed Ding Ning. Of course, he also hated Ding Ning.
However, hate turns to hate, and some things cannot be changed by his will.
At this moment, at a glance, there are only a very small number of troops inside and outside the city that are still mobilizing according to the previous military orders. It is more about staying still and leaving the original position.
Ever since he and Zhao Miao appeared here, Ding Ning hadn't said anything about entering or capturing this Chu capital, but he was sure that it might not be just this city that was lost today.
The reason why Wang Jingmeng was defeated in Changling back then was because there were too many practitioners from all dynasties in the world who wanted to kill him. The reason why some troops loyal to Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu desperately filled in was because Wang Jingmeng and Bashan Sword Field were charged with many crimes.
However, time is the best detergent after all.
Now I am afraid that even ordinary veterans in this city know what happened back then and who is sorry for whom.
Every sword that Ding Ning makes now is a constant reminder to everyone in this city.
Without tens of thousands of sergeants desperately filling it in, who can defeat the man standing on the gate tower now
A master in Tsing Yi jumped onto the gate tower at this moment.
Most of the people in the new imperial city of Chudu didn't know his name, they only knew that he had been Su Qin's close servant before, and was sent by Changling Palace to protect Su Qin's safety.
So it is not difficult to deduce that he should be one of Zheng Xiu's cronies, and he may still have the role of monitoring Su Qin in Chudu.
So when he appeared, many people who had been numb from the shock suddenly became nervous.
Because this master in Tsing Yi must be one of the strongest masters in the city at this time.
"Hengshan, Xu Muyan."
The voice of Tsing Yi Grandmaster identifying himself sounded.
What followed was an unimaginably heavy black sword light.
The roof tiles on the city gate tower that had not been damaged in the previous battles shattered when his sword light fell.
However, Ding Ning just returned the sword very gently.
The sword light emitted by Mo Hua Canjian is extremely faint, like a breeze in spring.
The Tsing Yi Grandmaster let out a muffled snort, before his strength was fully developed, a pool of blood burst out on his chest, the black sword light in his hand could not be lifted, and it fell in front of him.
"Is this the Chunni sword intent of Qingyuan Sword Academy? Such a sword can break my Heikui sword?"
Waves of intense pain came into the mind of this Tsing Yi Grandmaster, he looked at the blood spurting out in front of him in disbelief, besides the sword pose itself, what puzzled him even more was that there was no one in the sky Reaction.
There is no spark that he imagined would appear.
When he used that sword just now, it had completely aroused the aura that the mistress of Changling had connected with him.
In his mind, the mistress of Changling will definitely deliver the strongest blow in his life.
Ding Ning is invincible at this time, but after all, he is only in the seventh realm. He can be sure that after these years, Zheng Xiu's strength has completely surpassed any master in Changling. If Zheng Xiu launches the strongest blow in his life, coupled with his full strength sword, there may not be opportunities to take advantage of.
Yet no spark fell.
Could it be that even she is afraid? Or is it that even she feels regretful and doesn't want to meet him face to face
This Tsing Yi Grandmaster couldn't understand, but his body had already fallen heavily into the river.
Amidst the sound of falling into the water, there was a faint singing sound suddenly heard from the distant river.
The singing voice is a female voice, graceful and lazy, but it instantly gives off an unstoppable aura.
In just a split second, many people in the city knew who it was.
In the military barracks in the city, the armors of several generals on the wooden tower shook slightly again. Especially the corner of the mouth of the general who said that Ding Ning must be heaped to death kept twitching.
Even Bai Shanshui came to watch the "lively", who knows how many masters will come.
It was a joke to say that Ding Ning was dead.