"Fortunately, the Nine Netherworld King Sword, the eldest lady of the Gongsun family. ”

This general was Bai Qi, the commander of the Killing God Army, he glanced at Ding Ning, and then his gaze fell back to the eldest grandson Qianxue, and said, "It's just that not everyone is interested in confiding the past to the enemy in this situation. ”

"In a sense. His gaze fell on his body, and then he said: "Wang Jingmeng represents the Bashan Sword Field, and now you represent the Bashan Sword Field. ”

There was frozen blood in the corners of his clothes.

Although the wounds on his body were no longer bleeding, the wounds inflicted on him by the old monk's battle were much more serious than a bleeding wound that was still bleeding through the front and back.

In such a cold place that lacked the vitality of heaven and earth, he really didn't have much time to waste.

Ding Ning heard Bai Qi's contempt, but he looked at Bai Qi very calmly and said, "Bashan Sword Field is never afraid of settling accounts, but at least we have to figure out where the accounts come from. ”

Bai Qi slowly raised his head, looked at the night sky above, and said indifferently and softly: "Only those who can live can settle accounts." ”

There is no point in settling accounts with the dead.

Ding Ning understood that Bai Qi meant that he was the one who could settle accounts, and Ding Ning and the eldest grandson Qianxue, including the old monk, would die here.

However, Ding Ning naturally didn't think so.

He looked at Bai Qi, who slowly raised his head and looked at the night sky above, and did not speak to Bai Qi again, but said to the eldest grandson Qianxue in front of him, in a voice that only he and the eldest grandson Qianxue could hear: "His current confidence comes from Zheng Sleeve. It's extremely cold here, it belongs to your domain, but it's also extremely high, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is very thin, but it's closer to the starry sky, and it's easier for the Star Yuan Qi to fall, so this is also Zheng Sleeve's domain. ”

"Zheng Sleeve has already obtained the Divine Secret of Heaven Continuity, so I won't interfere with her fight, otherwise she will know that I am not dead. ”

Looking at the eldest grandson Qianxue, who suddenly turned his head, Ding Ning then said seriously: "You have no advantage over Zheng Sleeve here... But you wanted to have a chance to fight with her many years ago, and you have been waiting for a fair fight with her all these years in Changling, so I have confidence in you. ”

"You have faith in me, and of course I will win. ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, laughed extremely rarely.

She has always been noble and cold, but at this time, her smile bloomed with a taste of fanaticism!

As early as many years ago, she was unwilling, and she didn't think that she would lose to Zheng Sleeve.

However, Wang Jingmeng has already accepted Zheng Sleeve, and she is winning the sword, and it has no meaning.

So she was proud and drifted away and left Changling alone.

Gongsun's family was destroyed, she thought it was from Wang Jingmeng's hand, so she turned from love to hate, and she couldn't forgive Wang Jingmeng.

However, Wang Jingmeng died in the battle of Changling, and she returned to Changling.

In Changling, she didn't want anything else, all she wanted was to have a chance to fight Zheng Sleeve, and then kill Zheng Sleeve!

For many years, it was even the only meaning of her life.

......

In the black sky, many stars suddenly lit up.

Because this place is very close to the sky, the stars are very big and very strange.

At this moment, the brightest stars were unusually pale.

Then the stars, which seemed to be within reach, seemed to burn, and the wisps of flame fell with great heaviness.

A natal aura slowly came out from in front of Bai Qi's body.

A true natal sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was narrow and transparent, without any runes, like an ordinary extremely pure white crystal, but it was born with an indifferent killing intent.

When Bai Qi crossed the sword in his chest, the sword was like a mirror.

Pale starfire rained down countless beams and landed on his sword.

"Every time... Is it really good to take advantage of so many people?"

Ding Ning thought of Gu Huai and more people, he sneered and shook his head.

Bai Qi calmly pushed forward the sword.

At this moment, he seemed extremely relaxed.

Because this is not his sword intent, all he has to do is to be a mirror and refract this sword intent.

He believed that the hostess in the depths of the palace had also felt the aura of the Nine Nether King's sword, so the spark that fell on his sword this time was also cold but extremely blazing!

Countless pale sparks fell on the mirror-like sword, flowing down like a waterfall on the edge of the blade, forming a thin layer, parallel to the frozen lake, and cutting towards the eldest grandson Qianxue!

The smile of the eldest grandson Qianxue suddenly disappeared.

Just as the thinner a person's lips are, the sharper and colder they appear.

Countless beams of sparks condensed into a layer thinner than snowflakes, seemingly ordinary cross-cutting, but with an infinitely powerful meaning.

She hadn't seen Zheng Sleeve for many years, but at this moment she understood that what Ding Ning had said to her before was right, Zheng Sleeve was far more terrifying than before these years, and when she went all out, she even surpassed her imagination.

The faint blue color flowed rapidly in her right hand, piling up.

The Nine Netherworld King Sword was once considered to be the fiercest and coldest sword in the world, and at this time, the power was released in the hands of the eldest grandson Qianxue, and the deep color continued to deepen, and it had already released the power to shock the soul, but in the next moment, the eldest grandson Qianxue threw away many of the Gongsun family's extremely powerful secret swords, and also threw away some of the strongest sword styles she had cultivated in her years of practice, but used a sword that was not too special.

The fiercest and coldest sword in her hand drew softly forward, like an eyebrow pencil drawing, landing on the oncoming thin layer of sparks.

The name of this sword style is "thrush".

This sword is entangled in countless old things in Changling, and it is the sword style of the former king Jingmeng who slashed through Ji Qingqing, the son-in-law of Chen Guo.

This sword style is not difficult to comprehend, and it is very ordinary for most swordsmen in Changling.

Back then, Wang Jingmeng defeated Ji Qingqing with such an ordinary sword style, and made a cut on Ji Qingqing's face, which was naturally more humiliating.

And at this moment, the eldest grandson Qianxue uses such a trick because she really wants to... Would love to... Use such a sword style to draw such a sword on Zheng Sleeve's face.

Do you want to be shameless?

This is her sword intent.

The sword intent she has accumulated over many years represents her deepest obsession.

Therefore, the sword intent of this sword is extremely powerful, and in the eyes of Ding Ning at this time, it is all invulnerable, perfect and powerful to the extreme.

"Click".

A thin layer of sparks suddenly appeared as thin as spider silk.

Then countless subtle crystal cracks densely covered this layer of sparks, spreading to Bai Qi's sword.

Bai Qi's breathing stopped.

He intuitively felt that his sword had been struck hard by countless giant mountains.

A beastly howl naturally burst out of his throat, and his left hand fell on the hilt of the sword, and blood splattered between the fingers of his right palm to suppress the sword and prevent it from flying out.

Starfire breaks.

It looks like it's rolling towards the stars.

It was like a series of burning white cords burning towards the sky.

In the palace of Changling, there was a soft pop.

Zheng Sleeve, who was standing in front of Lingquan, leaned forward slightly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from between her lips.

On the white lotus canopy in the spiritual spring, many scarlet blood beads were sprinkled with stars, rolling like dewdrops.