Zhang Yi looked at Zeng Ting'an who was sitting in the rain and lost his soul with some apologies and embarrassment, and didn't know how to answer for a while, after all, even he didn't know the name of this sword from the freehand fragment.

"This sword is called 'Towards the Rain and Light Dust'. Ding Ning's voice sounded at this moment.

Zeng Ting'an's body shook, and in Ding Ning's calm voice, he saw that all the dust on all the roof tiles in this street and alley, on the dead branches on the side of the road, and in the cracks of the stone road, was washed away, and everywhere looked like new.

Zhang Yi bowed his head apologetically at Zeng Ting'an again, then looked at Ding Ning a little nervously, and asked, "Senior Brother Ding Ning, how did I use this sword?"

Ding Ning glanced at him and said with some emotion in his heart: "Excellent." ”

The endless rain falls into a line, and the wet intent accumulates into sword intent, which itself is thunderous, a sword with killing intent, if Ding Ning is replaced to cast it, I am afraid that many things in this long alley will be turned into powder.

Zhang Yi is gentle and benevolent, such a sword has restrained a lot of killing intent in his hands, so that the peripheral rain lines are as soft as spring rain washing dust, but such a change has also produced changes that Ding Ning has never expected, the heaven and earth vitality gathered in the high altitude does not tilt with those killing intents, but naturally injects into the place where his sword intent is pointing, so although this sword is still too soft, the sword intent cannot be fully realized, but the rain lines that envelop Zeng Ting'an have also added faster speed and piercing power.

Therefore, the same sword and sword style, in the hands of different people, have different displays.

Hearing Ding Ning's praise, Zhang Yi's face finally showed a relaxed smile.

Although Ding Ning is his junior brother, it seems that the requirements for him these days are stricter than those of Xue Wangxu, and this sword intent itself was realized under Ding Ning's reminder, at least on this sword, Ding Ning is the division commander in his mind, and the first time he officially used it against the enemy, he naturally hopes to be recognized by the division commander.

Shen Yi held a big umbrella, blocking the top of Xue Wangxu's head, and the water droplets splashing towards Xue Wangxu were blocked, and they flowed down the umbrella surface at this moment.

At this time, he completely realized why Ding Ning asked him to prepare an umbrella at the beginning, but he didn't realize that most of his clothes had been splashed.

Looking at the spotless streets and alleys around him, looking at Zhang Yi with a relaxed smile on his face, and looking at Shen Yi, who was half wet in order to help him block the splashing waterdrops, Xue Wangxu smiled with satisfaction and said, "Excellent." ”

Zhang Yi hoped that Xue Wangxu would be happy, and when he heard Xue Wangxu's praise, he was really happy, and his face seemed to be glowing.

"You can also do this sword style?" Zeng Tingan stood up from the ground with difficulty, he looked at Ding Ning with an extremely pale face, and asked.

Although he didn't know the process of Zhang Yi comprehending this sword, Zhang Yi asked Ding Ning's demeanor just now, but it had already made him feel a lot of things.

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "I haven't cultivated such a sword style, but my cultivation is more powerful than this." ”

Zhang Yi was afraid that Zeng Ting'an would not give up, so he immediately said eagerly: "What my junior brother Ding Ning said is true, if you fight him, I am afraid that you will be extremely injured." ”

"It turns out that you are not cowardly, but you really have the confidence to win. Zeng Ting'an's expression changed, and after saying this, he turned around and walked towards the carriage, but before he stepped into the carriage, he said softly again, "But even if you have absolute confidence to beat me, it's useless, and someone will come to you... I know that some people don't want you to have the opportunity to participate in the Minshan Sword Club at all. ”

When Zhang Yi heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he asked urgently, "Who is it?"

However, Zeng Tingan did not reply, and the carriage carried him and the young man who was traveling with him, galloping quickly, only the sound of horses' hooves echoed in the streets and alleys.

"After the defeat, he didn't say much, this Zeng Ting'an is not like a boring person. Zhang Yi frowned worriedly, turned his head to look at Ding Ning and said, "He must have heard something." ”

Ding Ning frowned.

The appearance of that cultivator in Yunshui Palace, the threat to Wang Taixu, especially some changes made by the eldest grandson Qianxue after suppressing the sword of the Nine Netherworld Kings, already made him feel uncontrollable. At this time, there was a sudden mixture of such things, and his mood suddenly couldn't help but become bad.

"What, do you want to have people abolish me before I participate in the Minshan Sword Meeting?"

Ding Ning sneered with a chill: "Whether it is Liling Jun or the rest of the nobles who want to do this somehow, if they want to do this, I am afraid that they will pay a heavy price first." ”

Ding Ning's sneer made Zhang Yidu feel cold inexplicably.

Xue Wangxu looked at Ding Ning a little strangely, of course he didn't know that the eldest grandson Qianxue was Ding Ning's biggest death hole, and he didn't know that Ding Ning was anxious because of the change of the eldest grandson Qianxue, but he was sure that Ding Ning's love today was very different from that of weekdays.

Forbearance was what Xue Wangxu was best at, so he coughed lightly and was ready to reason with Ding Ning.

However, at this moment, a voice floated from the mouth of the alley.

"The realm is high, the means are high, even if it is destined to be defeated, it is useless at all, because in many places, human life is not worth anything at all. Some people can find random people and trade their lives for your lives. ”

The voice was spoken by a middle-aged man in a gray robe.

When Zhang Yi turned his head, the gray-robed man had just gotten out of a gray carriage.

The gray-robed man's face was ordinary, but his hair was all shaved, and there were obvious large tattoos on the top of his head to the back of his head, but it was impossible to see what the tattoo was for a while.

There was a hazy and cold aura flowing from his body that was even more gloomy than that of the officials of the Divine Capital Prison, and even seemed to exude a smell of mildew and dust, which had not seen the sun for a long time, or even the smell of the sun that seemed to naturally avoid him.

Ding Ning's previous sneer had already made Zhang Yi feel cold, and at this time, the middle-aged man who didn't know where he came from made Zhang Yi feel even more inexplicably cold, and there was naturally a strong palpitation in his heart.

This aura was a little distant and unfamiliar, but in the time of a few breaths, Ding Ning thought of where this aura came from.

He took a deep breath, his face did not change much, but he began to quietly change the flow of qi and blood in his body, and he began to deliberately control his heartbeat a little faster than usual.

"My surname is blood, my name is one, and I am not a garment, but a horizontal and a vertical one. The gray-robed middle-aged man had no intention of approaching and coming back, his slightly gray eyes reflected Ding Ning's body, and said indifferently: "Ding Ning, I came here to take you to the Da Floating Water Prison to assist in handling the case on the orders of Lord Shen." ”

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Almost at the same time, in a dark and dim room, Mo Qinggong, dressed in green clothes, stood behind a gray-robed official with his hands on his shoulders.

This gray-robed official was unusually thin and tall, and compared to the slightly short and fat Mo Qing Palace, it was almost like a corner tower.

In front of him, there was a mirror-like smooth iron bed, on which were all kinds of knives that shimmered with cold light.

Above the mirror-smooth iron bed, there are some hanging iron hooks and ropes.

Whoever sees such a battle will immediately think that this room is a slaughterhouse, or a coroner's coroner's quarter.

However, on the hook near the wall of this room, there hung a slightly wriggling body, constantly making a faint but terrible moan.

The sound of water came from the partition wall.

It's just a torture chamber.

A very ordinary torture cell in the Great Floating Prison.

Looking at the figure wriggling like a maggot in the gray shadow in the corner of the wall, even the skin on his body was stripped of most of it, even if he had been to this big floating prison many times, even if the Shendu Prison itself had a place for torture and interrogation, Mo Qinggong's body was still filled with extremely uncomfortable feelings.

"It's already like this, Lord Shen, you've put so much effort into him, what else can you not spit out?"

Mo Qinggong endured the uncomfortable feeling, looked at the gray-robed official who was as thin and tall as a corner tower, and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you want Lord Blood to go to that wine shop boy to cooperate in handling the case?"

"Because I'm idle. ”

The gray-robed official turned around, his face was also longer and thinner than the average person, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, in such a dark place, it was not much different from a skeleton.

"You should know that very few people have been sent here, and since the Holy One has given me money, of course I can't do nothing. Since one has been sent in, the next few months with nothing to do will be sent on him. Just dig... There's always something useful to pull out. He glanced at Mo Qinggong expressionlessly and said indifferently.

Mo Qinggong just coughed lightly, relieving the discomfort and unhappiness in his heart, but the figure hanging in the corner of the wall heard the words "several months", but let out a faint howl that was even worse than a ghost crying.

The gray-robed official is naturally Shen Xuan, who is in charge of the Great Floating Water Prison.

He looked at Mo Qinggong as if he had not heard of it, and then said, "In the eyes of your Divine Capital Eunuch, there is no doubt about the young man in the wine shop, but in my opinion, it is the biggest problem. ”

Mo Qinggong's face suddenly turned cold, and he said, "What do you mean?"

"He was there when the night master killed Zhao Shun, helped Wang Taixu gain a firm foothold, and after entering the Aries Cave for half a day, he passed through the Xuan, and then cultivated to soar into the sky, so that the three cultivators went to assassinate him, and he didn't die, and he killed one of them together. None of this is possible for ordinary people. The gray-robed official looked at Mo Qinggong and said expressionlessly: "There are too many coincidences that are problematic, too many things that cannot all happen to one person, and there are also problems." ”

"Don't tell me that your gods have been thoroughly investigated, and don't tell me that Fang Xiumu thinks he is fine. ”

He lowered his eyelids and began to reveal a chill that even Mo Qinggong felt trembling in his heart, "I am handling the case in the big floating prison, and all my duties must cooperate, you should understand that I have many means that you don't have, only if I see it and think there is no problem, I will feel that there is really no problem." ”