Yu Yanshan's chest rose and fell violently.

He was not able to reply for a moment.

Ding Ning was not in a hurry, just took his hand and looked at him quietly.

After a full dozen breaths, Yu Yanshan adjusted his breathing with great difficulty, and then he still didn't answer Ding Ning's question, just bowed slowly, solemnly saluted Ding Ning, and said, "I hope to know Mr.'s name in the future." ”

Ding Ning bowed in return, as if acquiescing.

The Qin army began to retreat, taking with them the remains of all their comrades who had been killed in front of the Snow Valley Pass.

When the tide passed by Ding Ning's sides, many of them bowed silently to Ding Ning.

Even if he didn't know Ding Ning's identity at all, and only knew that this was a young and powerful cultivator, since he appeared with the eldest grandson Qianxue and was so familiar with Changling's Sword Sutra, it could only be a cultivator of the Bashan Sword Field.

Almost all the records about the deeds of the Bashan Sword Field in the past have been burned, but the Qin people, especially the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty, have their own opinions about the Bashan Sword Field in their hearts, and the grievances between the Bashan Sword Field and Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve, they can't comment on the right or wrong now, but they themselves have a high respect for the practitioners of the Bashan Sword Field.

As for tonight, Ding Ning is naturally the enemy.

But this is enough of an enemy to convince them.

Ding Ning and this cultivator of the Qinghe Sword Academy were impressed not only by the Qin army, but also by the Chu army in the Snow Valley Pass.

Naturally, the sword of the eldest grandson Qianxue can only be described as terrifying, but it is pure cultivation and strength, and what Ding Ning shows in this sword competition is something new that many cultivators have never heard of and is difficult to understand.

For example, the fragments of the Chu weapon are used as flying swords.

Not only does it contain amazing knowledge and skills, but there is also one of the most important things, which is called talent.

The fragments of this explosive talisman shattered had no rules at all, even if they could perceive it clearly and let their vitality match the vitality and runes on a certain fragment, but for a cultivator, this fragment could be regarded as a broken sword that had not been touched at most.

It's like a swordsman casually picking up someone else's flying sword on the battlefield, and then being able to use this flying sword directly, and showing extremely high sword intent and control skills, which has nothing to do with ordinary cultivation, only in realm and talent.

When all the Qin troops withdrew to the Snow Valley, the footsteps of leaving were still faintly heard, the city gate of the Snow Valley Pass was opened, and several Chu army generals walked out of the city gate and walked in front of Ding Ning to thank him.

However, Ding Ning didn't give them much time to thank them, looking at these Chu army generals, he said directly, "If you trust me, you must support An Huguan as quickly as possible." ”

"Support Anhuguan?"

These Chu army generals were all stunned.

"Why?" one of the generals quickly came back to his senses and asked.

Ding Ning looked at him and shook his head, "Don't ask why. ”

The general of the Chu army was silent for a moment, and said: "There are originally 5,000 garrisons in Anhu Pass, and I only have more than 1,700 here. ”

Ding Ning glanced at him again and said, "The more the merrier, if I am asked to lead the army, I will bring all the garrisons of Xuegu Pass." ”

"All?" The generals of the Chu army were taken aback again.

"Sometimes the battle is won not only by the sheer number of troops, but also by the number of soldiers. ”

Ding Ning nodded calmly and said: "There are 5,000 garrisons in Anhu Pass, and there are 10,000 Qin troops going there, it stands to reason that even if your whole army rushes to Xuegu Pass, the Qin army is nearly twice as many as you, and it is absolutely impossible to hold Anhu Pass." However, if you can set up a suspicious formation when you rush as reinforcements, creating the illusion that reinforcements with several times the number of your troops in Xuegu Pass are rushing in, you may be able to keep Anhu Pass. ”

It was not until this moment that these Chu army generals understood, and they were all drenched in cold sweat.

The general led by one of them took a deep breath, and his voice trembled, "You mean, there are 10,000 Qin troops raiding Anhu Pass?"

Ding Ning didn't answer directly, but said seriously: "To take the Great Yongguan, and then take down your two border cities of Juyong and Zhushan, it is not up to the Qin army that appeared here tonight to decide. ”

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"Why are you lying to them?"

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, walked to Ding Ning's side, looked at the Snow Valley Pass, which was completely boiling not far away, and asked softly.

Others don't know, but she and the ascetic old monk who followed Ding Ning knew that there was no so-called 10,000 Qin troops rushing to Anhu Pass as Ding Ning said.

"The commander of the Qin army in this area is Mo Ying, and I am very familiar with his leadership style. After the defeat of this Qin army, he would soon send a larger army to pacify the area. ”

Ding Ning turned around and walked in the direction of Snow Valley, while patiently explaining softly: "These Chu people will definitely die if they stay here, and there is no point in guarding Snow Valley Pass. As long as this Qin army is stopped here tonight, once the time passes, it is meaningless to lose the Snow Valley Pass, it is better to withdraw directly to the vicinity of Dayong Pass. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue had no objection, and then asked, "Then where are we going now?"

Ding Ning said softly: "Let's kill Mo Ying, he will send several times the military strength to bring powerful talismans here, his handsome camp will be much emptier than usual, and it will be easier than usual to kill him." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue's brows frowned slightly, every prince among the thirteen princes of Great Qin is not only a symbol of military merit, but also represents a huge force. Under the throne of each prince there were many counselors, many dead soldiers, and many powerful practitioners. There were two terrifying grandmaster-level figures under Wei Wuyi's seat, one of them was Xiao Yan, who commanded Wei Wuyi's forward army, and the other was Mo Ying, whom Ding Ning said. There were 3,000 dead soldiers under Xiao Yan's seat, all of whom were his fellow villagers, and Mo Ying's origins were even more mysterious, in addition to being resourceful and commanding more armies than Xiao Yan, he was said to have a variety of assassins.

To kill such a person, it will only be a little easier than usual, but it will not be simple.

At least in her opinion, it was a very bold and risky plan.

"Still won't let him make a move?"

She glanced at the gorge on her left, and she sensed that the old ascetic monk was walking there, following her and Ding Ning.

"No, I don't. ”

Ding Ning shook his head very resolutely and said, "He is our last life talisman, at least not let people find him on the battlefield for now." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue nodded and hummed lightly, this is also a move she has never had before, but when she knows Ding Ning's true identity, everything about her is changing, and it seems that she is slowly changing back to the girl who hid her cultivation many years ago, secretly evaded the perception of some guards of the Gongsun family and fled into the streets and alleys of Changling over the wall.

War, especially this kind of war that even Ding Ning can't grasp, and needs to find a chance to win in many battles, and in the end I don't know how many people will die, is naturally very heavy. However, some of her changes undoubtedly made Ding Ning's mood constantly happy.

Thinking of the time spent in seclusion together in the fall of the Wutong in Changling over the years, and thinking of the wall that he painted to prevent his memory from disappearing, Ding Ning turned his head to look at her, and said softly: "Originally, in my plan, Mo Ying was ranked after Liang Lian, and if I hadn't learned about Liang Lian in the fish market, the first big man in Changling I wanted to kill was Mo Ying." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue was slightly stunned and said, "Why?"

"Yan Xinlan. ”

Ding Ning took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said, "Yan Xinlan once carefully taught him swordsmanship, strictly speaking, he should be regarded as Yan Xinlan's only true disciple. ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, fell silent.

This is still the case back then.

She is a person who loves and hates extremely clearly, so she can understand Ding Ning's hatred very well.

Compared with many celebrities in the Bashan Sword Field, Yan Xinlan, the master of the last flower sword who stayed in the Bashan Sword Field many times, was not famous when she fought against the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties.

For Yan Xinlan, even the eldest grandson Qianxue doesn't know much.

But when the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed, everyone in the world knew that the Mohua Sword Master should be one of the strongest people in the Bashan Sword Field.

"In fact, it is the same with or without Mo Ying, since she has made such a choice, she will definitely die in the Bashan Sword Field. Ding Ning looked at the night in front of him and said slowly, "But if he hadn't revealed to Zheng Sleeve in advance some secrets about Yan Xinlan's cultivation of the Sword Sutra, at least she would have been able to kill a few more people in that battle." ”