For the soldiers of Great Qin, bravery is the nature carved into their bone marrow, and obedience to military orders is an instinct formed after countless trainings, and for ordinary sergeants and military cultivators, they rarely have the opportunity to consider whether the orders of the upper peak are right or wrong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And for some generals who can decide the movement of the entire army, they think more about trade-offs.

This trade-off comes from the interests of the entire dynasty and the future, the life and death of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of his subordinates, and even the life and death of their families.

So when something happened that was important to the dynasty as a whole, the vast majority of them didn't have enough right to know.

Even in the old Changling, when some troops received the holy will, received the order of their immediate superiors, and sacrificed their lives to fill it up, when they finally saw the enemy they were facing, they saw in disbelief that the enemy they were going to face was actually the person they worshiped and loved with great fanaticism.

And for the soldiers and cultivators of the entire Great Qin Dynasty, they didn't even have a chance to choose.

They weren't in Changling, they just heard the result of the story.

They were still fighting as usual, trying to chase the footsteps of a hero in their hearts, but everything changed overnight.

The Bashan Sword Field no longer exists.

The heroes and gods of war in their minds all became traitors, and quickly dissipated in the history of this dynasty, and even in the next few years, even the history books about these people were burned, as if it was just a dream bubble, and there was no trace left after the wind blew last night.

They have no right to change anything.

All they can do is continue to hold on to the weapons in their hands and fight, for the sake of their loved ones and lovers, and for the better future of this dynasty.

But as time goes by, some things really fade completely, and they no longer have an impact on them?

At least not all of them.

At least some of the fiery feelings that were hidden deep in their hearts exploded at this moment.

At least many people follow their most sincere emotions at this time.

When the sound of many metals falling to the ground sounded, the whole world fell silent, except for some sharp sounds of breaking the air and footsteps in the distance.

On this section of the city wall, only the sound of heartbeat and breathing is quiet.

Looking up at the two people standing opposite each other in the light of the day, some of them suddenly broke out and wept bitterly.

It wasn't because of sadness, but because of an incomparably intense complex of emotions.

In the next breath or two, many sergeants and cultivators took a half-step back.

They raised the ordinary Hundred Refining Xuantie Sword in their hands, or various famous swords from various cultivation places, and then held the horizontal sword in front of their chests and bowed slightly.

This is not an invitation to fight, but a tribute, representing what kind of choice they would have made if they were in Changling.

In Changling back then, such a choice meant that he would be killed, and in the current Chu Capital, such an act may also bring death.

You can die for you, which represents the highest respect.

Zhao Miao looked at such a picture quietly, and said to Ding Ning: "My master told me that it is not easy to be a man who can be remembered by many people. Being a man can be done, many people say that you are a good person, and this life is enough. Being a man can do countless people who give their lives to you, which even he can't do, because he won't give so much. He only wanted to be comfortable, to have a place to rest in peace. ”

"Different ages, different life experiences, will create different ideas. Ding Ning didn't have any proud look, and responded calmly: "But I'm very pleased." ”

"Because justice is in the hearts of the people. After saying that sentence to Zhao Miao, he added this sentence softly.

Zhao Miao didn't say anything more.

She looked up slowly.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A light rain came suddenly.

Just now, the heat of those talismans and the real fire on her body evaporated a large amount of water in this moat into the air, and at this time, these raindrops were all condensation of water vapor and fell, and every drop was an abnormal crystal, crystal like dew on the blades of grass in the morning.

Just as she looked up, a rainbow appeared in the sky.

The rainbow was reflected in the depths of her pupils, reflecting countless of the most burning emotions.

Her body burned.

Justice is at ease in people's hearts.

Even if her master was convicted of treason and died in the conspiracy of that faint monarch, there was a public opinion after that, and all cultivators in the world would respect her master when they mentioned it.

She was at ease.

She was ordered by her teacher to travel abroad for many years, but she finally had a place to return to in her heart, and at this time, she was at ease, and the trace of resentment that was always entangled in her heart was also gone, and her mood became more empty and went to a higher level.

At this time, she seemed to be standing where Zhao Jianlu was back then.

Any trace of true fire that poured out of her body, with a holy light, was shocking.

There was a loud bang.

She held her right hand weakly, and there was no sword in her hand, but between heaven and earth, the light and shadow of a sword furnace appeared very really, and it smashed down towards Ding Ning's head.

An unusually simple and violent sword.

With the eternal Zhao Sword Furnace in her heart as a sword.

Eternity is actually a very illusory thing, because no one has ever seen the real eternity, but if something gives people the feeling of eternity, it often means that it is powerful and beyond the power of the human world.

All the Seven Realm cultivators in Chu Duli who witnessed this sword were all discolored.

All of these grandmasters have a sense of insignificance that they are ashamed of.

They couldn't imagine that Mr. Zhao Si would make such a sword, and they couldn't imagine how such a sword could be broken.

Ding Ning's eyes were full of joy and admiration.

He had been waiting for this battle for a long time, and even thought that it would not be possible again.

But this battle finally came again, and the sword was as amazing as he had imagined, and it was so amazing that it tarnished heaven and earth.

His body was hazy in the distorted air from the top of the gate, and his whole body felt like it was being evaporated, but he couldn't help but smile.

He used a sword that he had thought of many years ago.

Snort.

He pointed at him as a sword, and no particularly majestic True Yuan rushed out from his fingers, but the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that had been summoned was burning in front of his fingertips at an astonishing speed.

A fiery sword shot into the sword furnace in front of him.

He added another fire to this Zhao Jianlu.

This flame had five colors, different from the true fire, different from the starfire outside the sky, but just like the legendary five-flavor fire, it instantly made all the cultivators present feel his truest emotions.

Everyone seems to have gone through his ups and downs over the years.

The sword intent is in this word, the most true human meaning, and it will be broken with the human will.

The fire is at its peak.

Add another piece of the truest fire in the world, and there is no container to ride on.

The light and shadow of the sword furnace that fell towards Ding Ning clicked, and there was an incomparably real cracking sound, and the flames overflowed everywhere.

The remnant sword of the last flower suspended on his left side flew up, and the white flowers were ethereal, so beautiful that they didn't seem to be in the world.

The countless crystal droplets falling from the sky turned into countless streams of water, gently embracing those scattered lines of fire, guiding these lines of fire to fall towards the great river behind.

Ye Ce Leng's swordsmanship was originally taught by him.

With water conservancy guidance, no one in the world can do better than him.

Tolerance, not necessarily mutual destruction.