Ding Ning's voice was not loud, but when his voice sounded, all the roars and shrill voices disappeared.

The facial features of the woman standing across a sedan chair from him twitched a little, but she couldn't make any sound in response.

"You don't dare. ”

Ding Ning slowly raised his head.

He stood at the front of the car, himself looking taller than the woman, especially when he looked up like this, and everyone felt an indescribable majesty and solemnity emanating from him.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have seen Sword Order lose his temper like this, and then see me like this. ”

Ding Ning looked at the woman's eyes, and continued slowly and calmly: "Senior sister, you are still so timid, you have never changed. It's just that you're still qualified for me to call you Senior Sister?"

When his voice spread, there was a sound of gasps all around.

This shock still stems from Ding Ning's identity.

If he was really Wang Jingmeng back then, then this mysterious worship hidden in the crepe family turned out to be Wang Jingmeng's senior sister?

Everyone knew that Wang Jingmeng had become the de facto leader of the Bashan Sword Field after entering the Seven Realms, but there was almost no record of Wang Jingmeng's specific teacher.

Few people in the outside world know that when he first started practicing, he worshiped under a famous master in the Bashan Sword Field, or that he had obtained some inheritances from the former Youwang Dynasty, and when he entered the Bashan Sword Field, he already had terrifying exercises and knowledge.

"It's really you. ”

The woman lost her mind for a moment, her pupils contracted and dilated like flowers, and she repeated the sentence again.

Ding Ning's head was raised a little higher.

His gaze fell to the sky.

The sword of the last flower had been hanging from his waist, and then he took the sword and cast a sword towards the sky.

A sword aura appeared in the sky, like a cyan flame.

The cyan flame was like a living being, stretching and shrinking in the sky.

Then Ding Ning took out another sword.

Higher in the sky, there was a white moon.

The bright moon slowly lost its corners, but there was a mysterious sword intent that began to linger in this heaven and earth, and it seemed that there was a killing intent that would come to everyone at any time.

Then Ding Ning took out the third sword.

Many gossamer-like sword lights flew around Ding Ning, converging and forming, like a grinding plate.

Only at this time did Li Jiaoyue fully understand the meaning of Ding Ning's three swords.

The first sword is "Biluo Wildfire", which is the mastery of her and Master Wang Jingmeng. She couldn't comprehend, and the king dreamed of it.

The second sword is "Yin and Sunny", which is one of her most difficult sword styles to cast.

The third sword is the "Grinding Stone Sword", which is a unique sword style of Wang Jingmeng.

There is no stronger proof of this.

She no longer dared to doubt the identity of the person opposite, even if her appearance and body shape had completely changed, she was sure that Ding Ning was that person.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning put away his sword.

His fingers moved slightly, and he didn't really draw out his sword, but he drew up two faint sword intents.

These two sword intents completely broke her psychological defense, making it seem that the strength in her body began to drain.

These two sword intents were the sword moves used by both sides when she and Wang Jingmeng fought each other in the end, especially one of the sword intents, which left an extremely vicious injury in her body, making her have to rely on the vitality of the Python Scale Mountain to maintain her vitality.

This sword became a prisoner, and she was imprisoned in this Chu land for many years.

Even if there are still people in this world who can learn the sword intent of her and Wang Jingmeng, it is impossible for anyone to be so subtle and use the sword intent to simulate the scene of the last battle between the two at that time.

So she understands it's true.

The person who was already dead came to life and appeared in front of her with a different face and an incomparably real appearance.

She shuddered.

"You are just too cowardly, so as soon as you were threatened, you stood on Zheng Sleeve's side, betrayed the entire Bashan Sword Field, and betrayed the secrets of many people. ”

"Kneel down by the sword, you are no longer my senior sister, but I can forgive you. ”

Ding Ning lowered his head, and his voice was a little more indifferent, "You should understand that this is the rule of the Bashan Sword Field. ”

Kneeling down with a sword and being in the Bashan Sword Field, he means that the sword and the name of the practitioner belong to the object of his surrender, and that he will no longer be equal in the future, and that he will accept the prohibition and become a faithful servant who cannot be betrayed.

When Ding Ning's indifferent voice sounded, Li Jiaoyue's knees were already weak, she knew the rules of the Bashan Sword Field back then, but in the Bashan Sword Field back then, there was really almost no one who could accept such humiliation.

"According to the rules of the Bashan Sword Field, accept forgiveness, and I can eliminate the hidden disease of your sword creation. Because I have obtained the Minshan Sword Sect's Continuation of Heaven Divine Technique. Ding Ning looked at her expressionlessly, and then said this.

Poof.

Li Jiaoyue knelt down.

A puff of smoke exploded from where her knees touched the ground.

The next thing that touched the ground was her body.

She was almost prostrate on the ground, her forehead rubbing against the ground, no one knew what her complicated emotions were at this time, but you could see that she was even crying.

No one finds it ridiculous, and not many people find it ridiculous.

Looking at the figure of Ding Ning standing in the sunlight and looking at this powerful cultivator kneeling in front of him, everyone began to understand that the reason why Ding Ning wanted to do this was because it was a sacred ritual.

Bring back the rules of the Bashan Sword Field.

This is a ceremony to announce to the whole world that he and Bashan Sword Field are back.

From now on, no one will doubt his identity.

This was the real reason why he didn't kill this Li Jiaoyue, but let this powerful cultivator who had betrayed the Bashan Sword Field kneel in front of him and accept his forgiveness.

There was a complete silence all around.

Many cultivators looked at Ding Ning's figure and knew that this was not his strongest, beautiful, and shocking moment, but even so, many people had already given birth to the idea that cultivators should be like this.

Such a grace and style... No wonder there were so many cultivators who followed them desperately.

In the gloomy carriage, Crepe Shenyun's breathing smoothed out, he was no longer as nervous as before, but his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He finally understood why the Rams had shown a yielding attitude at the beginning.

The other party's level is too far away from his own gate valves, and he is not at the same level at all.

There was a carriage that left quickly before Li Jiaoyue got up.

Many people knew that it was the Xia family's carriage.

The opposition of the crepe family has been solved so bloodlessly, so who is the only remaining opponent of the Xia family, and what kind of attitude will it be at this moment?

Ding Ning was not in a hurry.

He stopped in the crepe village, waiting for a reply from the Xia family.