More than a dozen cultivators stood scattered in the wind and snow in front of Changsun Qianxue.

Their figures were gradually obscured by the stronger wind and snow, but the pace of the eldest grandson Qianxue was even slower.

The power released from these cultivators formed cyan pillars of wind, the tops of which extended into the air and were strangely connected together.

Eldest Sun Qianxue didn't use the kind of slashing style that she had done very casually before, but sensed the movements of the more than ten cultivators, and stabbed the cultivator with the weakest qi among them.

The chill suddenly subsided, and the air in all this area seemed to warm up suddenly.

However, all the chill gathered in her sword, stabbing straight at the cultivator.

More than a dozen cultivators screamed at the same time, and cyan lines of fire suddenly appeared in the cyan wind pillars that were connected like long dragons.

Pieces of crystal ice gravel gathered sharply in the direction pointed by the tip of the Eldest Sun Qianxue's sword, forming an ice spike several zhang long and stabbing towards the cultivator, and in the more than ten cyan wind pillars, countless cyan flying fires fell towards this crystal ice thorn like countless moths.

The cyan spitter vanished, and flakes of ice flakes splashed on the surface of the ice spikes, gradually shrinking, and finally disappearing a few feet in front of the cultivator.

There seemed to be scarlet embers burning in the depths of the eldest grandson's eyes, but her face did not change in the slightest, and she took a step forward.

The bodies of the more than ten cultivators who formed a formation in the wind and snow shook violently, and at the same time, they took more than ten steps back, and several red lines appeared on the cultivator who was pointed directly by the tip of her sword, and there were several more wounds.

Mo Ying was naturally very aware of the power of the formation formed by the more than ten cultivators, in fact, these more than ten cultivators from different sects had been following him for more than ten years, and the reason for evolving this large array was to prevent the assassination of the powerhouses of the Bashan Sword Field.

So he naturally understands the realm represented by such a sword as the eldest grandson Qianxue, after many years of hibernation, this eldest lady of the Gongsun family dared to cultivate this fierce sword that no one in the world dared to cultivate, and was not swallowed by the ferocity of this sword, but successfully stood in the ranks of the strongest people in the world.

However, his gaze quickly left the figure of the eldest grandson Qianxue again, and instead looked at the young cultivator in the Xuan robe, and said, "I know you don't want to kill more. ”

His words were not a military order, but this was the first time that the eldest grandson Qianxue and Ding Ning spoke as the commander after entering the barracks, so the entire barracks was silent.

"If you don't want to kill more, you can always talk about it. ”

His gaze passed through the countless debris and debris that were swept up by the wind, and calmly fell on Ding Ning, and then said: "If I am not mistaken, you should be the descendant of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and you have come to ask me for the old accounts of the former Bashan Sword Field. ”

The entire barracks came to a standstill.

All the sergeants, including the more than a dozen cultivators who were in danger of being killed by Eldest Sun Qianxue at any time, all stopped at this moment.

At this moment, the time flowing in this barracks seems to be completely frozen, all because of the three words "Nine Dead Silkworms".

In Changling, and even in the entire Great Qin Dynasty, there is nothing more magical and moving than these three words.

"Good. ”

Ding Ning said one word very simply.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, stopped advancing, and everyone in the barracks stopped.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ding Ning's body, and many people's bodies couldn't help but tremble, including the more than ten cultivators who formed the formation.

"Whoever moves, dies. ”

Mo Ying glanced at the eldest grandson Qianxue, who was still holding the sword of the Nine Nether Underworld King although he stopped, and said.

All his generals understood what he meant.

This is not just an order, but also a reminder that in the entire military camp, except for him and those cultivators who formed a formation, no one else can resist the sword of Eldest Sun Qianxue.

"I owe it to Bashan Sword Field. ”

Mo Ying looked at the only person in the barracks who was moving, walked towards Ding Ning in front of him, and said this sentence directly, and then his face gradually became indifferent, and then said: "I was originally just a pharmacist in the army, and I have had a lot of contact with cultivators on the front line, and I have learned some cultivation methods. Later, I happened to meet Master Yan on the way to escort the medicine, she thought I had a good talent, and passed on my kendo, this grace of recreation, I naturally owe her, owe Bashan Sword Field. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head and looked into Ding Ning's eyes, confirming that Ding Ning was listening carefully to his every word, and then continued: "It's just that the apprentice doesn't have to make the same choice as the master. Even if I return to the Bashan Sword Field in the past, it will not help, Master Yan will still die in battle, and the Bashan Sword Field will still be destroyed. What's more, I don't think Master Yan did the right thing. ”

"I am a cultivator, and I have obtained skills in the Bashan Sword Field, but I am first and foremost a soldier, in my opinion, the ascension to the throne of the former saint is a foregone conclusion, and the change of the Bashan Sword Field is no longer beneficial to the Great Qin Dynasty. ”

Mo Ying looked at Ding Ning, who was listening carefully but had no reaction, slowly raised his head, looked at the sky in front of him, and said: "What I did was the same as what the Bashan Sword Venue had to do in the past, I didn't want to die in vain, I wanted to see the Great Qin Dynasty continue to move towards a stronger place, so I didn't go back to Changling to compete for power over the years, and only served as a general in the border army." ”

"Could it be that everything that Bashan Sword Field and your master did was absolutely right?"

Mo Ying finally said heavily: "Isn't the Bashan heir who doesn't follow your idea of the Bashan Sword Field have to die?"

His words were powerful.

In fact, many Changling cultivation sites, including some generals in the army, still sympathize with the Bashan Sword Field back then, respect Wang Jingmeng, and especially feel that the change between Yuanwu and Zheng Sleeve back then was a shameful betrayal.

But these feelings are originally based on reason, based on righteousness.

The revenge of the Bashan Sword Field is naturally based on reason and righteousness.

No one can be strong enough to kill everyone in the world, cannot be recognized by the people of the world, and no revenge can succeed.

Mo Ying's words were actually more powerful than the formation formed by more than ten cultivators.

"You have a point. The descendants of Bashan who do not follow the idea of Bashan Sword Field do not have to die. ”

However, what everyone didn't expect, including Mo Ying, was that Ding Ning nodded and said this.

Even the eldest grandson Qianxue was very surprised, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"But the things of the Bashan Sword Field, the Bashan Sword Field must be taken back. Ding Ning calmly looked at Mo Ying, who was slightly stunned, but he had already continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't agree with Shizun, but if you get her things and reveal her things to the enemy, you will betray Shizun, expel Shizun, take back the sword and sword scripture she passed on to you, and abolish your cultivation, which is a matter of course." ”

Ding Ning's voice slowly echoed in the dead barracks.

Nothing was disputed.

Even the most loyal to Mo Ying's dead soldiers couldn't raise any objections.

Expulsion from the sect and abolition of cultivation are indeed the lightest punishments.

But for a powerful grandmaster like Mo Ying, abolishing cultivation... What does this mean?

Mo Ying took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes, looked at the eldest grandson Qianxue, and said in a slightly cold voice: "The eldest lady of the Gongsun family is not a person from the Bashan Sword Field in the past. If you want to collect the things of the Bashan Sword Field, the people of the Bashan Sword Field will collect them. ”

Ding Ning smiled faintly, "Originally, I was the one who received it." ”