The current wrapped the fire line and fell into the river.

There was hardly any sound, only white smoke rising.

The river dried up in an instant, and the bare riverbed was like a crack in the land that had been starved of water for a long time.

In the next moment, the water in the moat poured out even more violently, colliding with the water gushing from elsewhere in the great river, stirring up a clear white wave.

When the water vapor drifts high into the air and is cold, more raindrops fall.

The oven that encompasses heaven and earth in it, gathers all kinds of earthly fires, and can burn all things, is broken like an understatement.

Looking at the city gate tower that was not even scorched by the eaves, and looking at the two people who were still quietly opposed, everyone inside and outside the city wall was shocked and speechless.

"So you can really break such a sword. ”

There were raindrops falling on Zhao Miao's face, and the crystal rolled down, like teardrops, she looked at Ding Ning and said.

"There is no unbreakable sword in the world. ”

Ding Ning looked at her and said calmly: "If it is a fight of life and death, there will be a future next." ”

"My master only came up with such a sword for you back then, and it seems that I still don't understand my master enough. Zhao Miao slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes kept beating, and she said softly: "He doesn't want to kill you, he just wants to see if you can handle this sword." ”

There was a faint sentimentality in Ding Ning's eyes, and he said: "Killing itself is not the best method, if a sword competition can understand each other's minds, there are many things that do not need to be solved by fighting with a large army." ”

Zhao Miao took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at Ding Ning and said, "Thank you."

There's a lot in her acknowledgment.

Ding Ning's sword response gave her more understanding of the way of the sword, but more importantly, she seemed to see her master's heart.

Ding Ning bowed slightly and returned the salute.

Zhao Miao didn't stay any longer, and floated towards the water behind her.

The water in the moat poured outward, surging to the extreme, but the small boat where the eldest grandson Qianxue was located was like a reef in the river, standing still.

Zhao Miao swept the boat, but took the pot of wine that the eldest grandson Qianxue threw to her.

She smiled at the eldest grandson Qianxue, thanked her, and only then did she have some daughterly gestures.

In the next moment, she was stepping on the waves, following the flow of the water to the great river, and in an instant, everyone on the city wall saw only a petite back.

Ding Ning looked at her back, and his eyes were full of emotion.

He could see that Zhao Miao's departure had a sense of passing away with all the grievances, if there was no accident, maybe this Mr. Zhao Si and those cultivators of Zhao Jianlu might not be able to meddle in the disputes of the world again.

It's just that what makes him happy and admired is that she should have great achievements on the path of cultivation in the future, and it should only be a matter of time before she surpasses her master.

He was the only one left on the tower of the city gate.

But at this time, more people noticed the small boat that remained on the water.

Many people began to determine the identity of the ship's captain, Sun Qianxue.

This evokes more memories.

However, the things in the memories are clearly in front of them, which can also bring more fear to many people.

In the crowd somewhere on the city walls, the face of a cultivator was unusually pale.

From the outside, he is at most in his forties, but judging by a certain unique smell on his body, he is far more than that.

He hung his head in a winch, as if trying not to be noticed.

However, the official robe of the Zhengwu Division on his body was very dazzling.

In the entire Changling, there are not a few official titles above him in the Zhengwu Division.

At this moment, when he was full of the urge to escape, Ding Ning's eyes had already fallen on him.

"An Takuun, is there anything you want to tell me?"

There was a heavy crowd between Ding Ning and this high-ranking official of the Zhengwu Division, but Ding Ning asked him first.

Many of those present were not surprised.

In the Changling Rebellion, including the later encirclement and suppression of the Bashan Sword Field, many of the armies that originally belonged to the Bashan Sword Field rebelled, and the generals of some armies made orders that made many people feel cold, and sent their entire army to death.

One man, one order, and the whole army under his command were trapped.

Just because that army is the army of Bashan Sword Field.

An Taki Yun is one of those generals.

It's just that An Luiyun didn't expect that there would be a time to face Bashan Sword Field again, and he didn't expect to face that person again.

Without any hesitation, when Ding Ning's gaze fell on him, An Luiyun had already begun to flee.

His body turned into a violent wind, sweeping deep into the Chu Capital.

He knew that he couldn't be Ding Ning's opponent, but he was also a cultivator of the Seven Realms, and if there was no enemy between the Seven Realms, he would have a great chance of escaping if he tried his best to escape. The most important thing is that he is a court official of the Great Qin Dynasty, although some troops and cultivators are wavering in the face of this former military god, as long as Ding Ning does not enter the city, these troops and the cultivators in it will not even make a move, but if Ding Ning kills into the city as if nothing is missing, these people's attitudes will be different.

However, just for a moment, he felt a strange aura.

It's not that death is imminent, it's that the world around you is too quiet.

He glanced back, and what made his body stiff inexplicably was that he saw that Ding Ning was not chasing him, but was still standing quietly on the top of the city gate.

"I am the leader of the Bashan Sword Field, although I also use tactics, but if I fight to the death, I will take the lead, and I will never retreat. ”

"Now that I, a cultivator of Great Qin, have really become so unbearable? If this is the case, even if I win the world, I will lose face. ”

"If you want to fight, come to fight, don't drive deployment, let others fill in your life. ”

"If you dare not fight, you will leave the city, but be ashamed. ”

Ding Ning's voice rang out, although it was not high-pitched, but it was extremely clear to the ears of everyone who could see him.

When he said these words, the remnant sword of the last flower was suspended at Ding Ning's side, reminding everyone of the life of the original owner of this sword.

Countless people's bodies trembled.

Many years ago, the Great Qin Dynasty was not strong compared to the other dynasties, but the Bashan Sword Field led the change, and Wang Jingmeng and many swordsmen in the Bashan Sword Field first taught the Qin people to be brave, and then taught fairness and shame.

Is it just that it was fair to Bashan Sword Field later?

When it was, everyone was proud of being a Qin person, not just because Great Qin was the most powerful.

The current Changling, the current Daqin, is it still the same as before?

"Jingyun Jianyuan Qiu Yinche, please!"

A murderous voice rang out.

A person swept up from the city wall, and with a sword light, he fell towards Ding Ning's place.

Ding Ning bowed his head, held the sword of the last flower and crossed his chest as a salute, and then swung the sword.

There was a crackling sound.

The last sword easily tore through the man's sword light, slamming it on the man's chest like a wave, sending the man flying upside down from the air.

"Qi Linjun of Qishan Sword Academy, please. ”

Another sword light flew up and rushed towards Ding Ning.

Ding Jingjing stood still, returned the salute again, and drew his sword.