Countless people have countless opinions.

It's just that this night was very torturous for the vast majority of cultivators in Changling.

The majestic and unstoppable force that fell from the corner tower, one after the other, each often unexpectedly the death of a powerful cultivator, or the demise of a cultivation place.

Or surrender.

They knew that the old man guarding the city was very strong, but they were still shocked by this kind of powerful power that seemed to never tire one after another, just thinking that they usually underestimated the strength of this old man.

"It's insane. ”

In a certain alley, a sword-wielding cultivator sensed the powerful forces falling one after another from the corner tower, imagining the bloody meaning contained in that power, and said to his partner beside him with an extremely ugly face: "Even if all the cultivation sites are completely subordinated to the imperial palace and accepted the requisition like an army, she doesn't want to think about it, these cultivation places and these reclusive grandmasters are naturally the barrier of Changling, and they are the real reason why many cultivators from other dynasties dare not enter Changling lightly!" Even if the queen can succeed, the future Changling will be empty. ”

"What if it's empty?"

The face of the partner beside him was also extremely difficult to see, and he said coldly: "Or maybe she just wants to deliberately let Changling empty and bring in those people from the outside courts." In this way, the whole Changling is a huge trap. ”

"With so many swords out of Moshou City today, doesn't he want to think about the merchants of the past?"

The sword cultivator said this angrily, but in the next moment, his body stiffened.

A man dressed in a pale yellow robe walked down a stone path in front of him.

Behind the man in the pale yellow robe, a number of officials and attendants were followed in the distance.

Many cultivators in Changling knew that this gentle man in a pale yellow robe was Huang Zhenwei.

And the stubborn city that he criticized was Huang Zhenwei's most respected division commander.

Huang Zhenwei walked through the alleyway.

He could hear the conversation between the two cultivators clearly, but there was not the slightest anger in his body, only growing pain and sorrow.

He knew that what these two ordinary cultivators in the alley had said was right.

As the executor of the empress's will, his teacher Confiscata was destined to be the bearer of many wraths.

Many people will hate the queen, but they will also hate the Moshou City that killed their division commander.

If Mo Shoucheng was a general with great ambitions like Liang Lian, Huang Zhenwei's heart might be better at this time.

But he knew that the city of Confucianism at this time was just a dying oil lamp, offering the last light for this dynasty.

And he was very aware of the physical condition of Shui Shoucheng, he knew that Shui Shoucheng was very tired at this time, and every time he exerted such a force, it was a very heavy burden on his body.

So every time the power on the corner tower appeared, he felt more and more helpless.

He had been searching for clues for a long time, but he still couldn't find any clues.

At this moment, he sensed that another force had grown on the corner tower, and this force was even greater than the previous one.

This invisible power like a heavenly punishment fell into Changling City, and Huang Zhenwei knew that it was the Banshan Sword Hall.

It is one of the places where the largest number of students and teachers are practiced in Changling City.

Feeling such a majestic sword, the image of that place almost directly surfaced in his mind.

Many students and teachers fought with swords and armies, but at this moment, the terrifying sword intent fell, and those swords-wielding students and teachers in front of the Sword Hall in the middle of the mountain all turned into a wave of broken blood.

"Teacher!"

Huang Zhenwei shouted in pain.

He knew that when this sword fell, his teacher must be even more exhausted, and he knew that the teacher who came out of this sword was even more painful than he was at this time.

In front of the mid-mountain sword hall, there was suddenly a gap of several feet.

A wave of blood surged up the chasm.

There were a lot of dim sword lights in the blood wave, a lot of broken sword fragments, and a lot of broken corners of robes.

After this chasm, many of the remaining students and instructors of the Mid-Mountain Sword Hall couldn't believe their eyes, they couldn't believe that so many teachers and disciples who were still in front of them before they breathed were crushed by such a force, and then directly turned into such a blood wave.

Waves of blood surged up like a wall.

It was as if it had covered the moonlight, making the entire bright moon seem to turn blood red.

The cultivators of the Mid-Mountain Sword Hall after this chasm trembled unconsciously, and they could no longer take a step forward.

On the corner tower, the wrinkles on the surface of the city were a few points deeper, so deep that the skin on his face was bloody, as if these wrinkles had turned into cracks, and the blood in his body was about to seep out of these cracks.

The cold general who followed him held on to the rattan chair he was sitting on, and couldn't help but say, "Do you want to take a break?"

Mo Shoucheng shook his head and said, "Others can rest, but I can't." ”

The cold general slowly lowered his head.

He knew that after tonight passed, many people would remember that Mojo had killed countless people that night, but few would be sure that Mojo had avoided many more deaths.

......

Tonight, no one in Changling set their sights on the medical hall that was chartered by the Xie family.

The eldest grandson Qianxue's mood was also more agitated than usual, so the wind and snow in her room were more wanton than usual.

Although they were on the same bed, she and Ding Ning were only sitting half a foot apart.

"Are you sure my vitality can help you heal?"

Looking at Ding Ning, who was trembling because of the cold, she asked coldly.

"Your vitality is like an addictive drug to me. Ding Ning looked at her, nodded very surely, and said seriously: "I am used to having such vitality in my body, but after facing Liang Lian's release, my body can't adapt to it." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue was silent for a while, and said, "It's just because I'm used to each other." ”

Ding Ning shook his head without hesitation, "It's not just because of habit. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue was silent for a long time, and said, "Is there really a chance to start over in life?"

Ding Ning was also silent for a long time, and said: "In the end, what you have to face in life is your own mind, and what you seek in the end is only your own inner peace. ”

"Go with the flow?" Eldest Sun Qianxue laughed rarely, she looked at the direction in which the invisible force fell on the corner tower, "A lot of things tonight can't help but remind people of many things from many years ago. Can a person really let go of hatred? If the whole family is destroyed and all her relatives die because of someone, will she forgive that person?"

Ding Ning lowered his head slightly, he didn't answer Eldest Sun Qianxue's question, and he didn't look at Eldest Sun Qianxue's somewhat bleak smile, but said slowly: "There will always be a time when the enmity and enmity will be broken, if you don't like this city, then we can leave." ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, turned his head and looked at him.

"Those who died tonight were the cultivators of the cultivation ground who refused to give in to Zheng Sleeve's wishes, but it was the Minshan Sword Sect that bore the brunt of the death. ”

Ding Ning said slowly: "If Zheng Sleeve wants to succeed completely, and to prove to everyone that she has made up her mind completely, the only way to make the Minshan Sword Sect submit to her orders. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue's voice was slightly cold: "Baili Suxue will agree?"

"He'll say yes. ”

Ding Ning nodded and said, "Because what Zheng Sleeve did tonight will make him understand that Zheng Sleeve will not hesitate to pay a price, and the Minshan Sword Sect will bear the brunt, the sooner he agrees, the less Zheng Sleeve will let him pay." ”

After a pause, Ding Ning sneered slightly: "This is a deal between the powerful, everyone will not explain it, but they all know the square inch, at this time, Zheng Sleeve just asked him to show some attitude." And another aspect that Baili Suxue will agree to is because Jing Liuli and I are both in Changling, which is the future of the Minshan Sword Sect for him. ”

"Jing Liuli should be allowed to return to the Minshan Sword Sect. ”

"According to Zheng Sleeve's attitude, I should be transferred to a border battlefield somewhere, with those cultivators who dare to disobey her orders. ”

"But after all, I'm a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect, so if I ask to bring some people with me, I should be allowed. ”

Because he was afraid that the eldest grandson Qianxue would oppose it, Ding Ning added after saying this, "The really best countermeasure is to follow the trend, follow the opponent's wishes, and then use the opponent." If you follow your opponent's intentions, you will often be able to anticipate the enemy's opportunities. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue turned her head, no longer looked at him at all, and no longer thought about his words, but said coldly: "In my opinion, it's just because you know her too well." ”

For some reason, Ding Ning couldn't help but laugh slightly, and then said, "This is just one of the aspects. ”