Her brows furrowed deeply, as if she really felt the sword intent falling on her eyebrows, but for some reason, even though she was injured like this for the first time since leaving Jiaodong County, there was no anger in the depths of her eyes.

Bai Qi howled like a beast, and he didn't know how many times he trembled between his ten fingers, forcibly controlling the power of the natal sword in his hand, and frantically infusing more power in his body.

Fang Cai's sword was his defeat, but it was the power of the mistress in the palace, not his strength.

After all, he himself was also a powerful cultivator who stabbed the sword of that almost invincible old monk.

Although the eldest grandson Qianxue defeated the mistress in the palace with one sword, this spark was so prosperous that even this old monk could not escape with his whole body when he was in his heyday.

No one can defeat the combination of him and Zheng Sleeve.

He thinks so.

All the people who died before him before this army thought so.

As the lieutenant said at the beginning.

Everyone here today will die, but he will live.

He controlled the power of the natal sword in his hand, and then slashed out towards the eldest grandson Qianxue in front of him.

This is a very thin sword intent.

It's so thin that it doesn't seem to exist, but it feels like it can cut through everything, even the world.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, slowly retracted his sword.

She really couldn't stop the sword.

But she knew she wouldn't die, because she was familiar with the sword.

When she collected the sword, a hand stretched out behind her body and caught her extremely fierce and cold, even the strongest sword in the world before the Great Punishment Sword was born at this moment.

Then this hand did not arouse the slightest resistance of her natal sword, and even stabbed a sword forward with her natal power.

With the deepest color in the world, the sword of the Nine Nether King hummed, but it brought out an unusually bright sword light, illuminating this dark ice lake.

Bai Qi's breathing paused, the Nine Netherworld King Sword is the fiercest and coldest sword in the world, it is impossible for ordinary Seven Realm cultivators to control the power of this sword, and it will be eroded by the cold when it is used, but what frightens him the most at this time is not that Ding Ning is like the imperial envoy of his own natal sword, the most important thing is that at this time, this unusually bright sword light cast by Ding Ning easily destroyed the sword intent of his sword.

Ice mirror-like shards flew in front of him, and he heard a pop between his wrists.

It was a snap of the carpal bones of both of his wrists.

Almost at the same time, there was a thud, and his body slammed into the frozen lake, sliding backwards like a plow.

Amid the hoarse friction of his body against the shattered ice, Bai Qi raised his head, the blood spilling from his throat staining his thick face towel. There was still no fear of death in his eyes, because he knew very well that if the other party's sword wanted him to die, then he would have died by now.

Ding Ning calmly put away his sword and handed the sword of the Nine Netherworld King back into the hands of the eldest grandson Qianxue.

He looked at Bai Qi, who was embedded in the ice but was staring at him with his head up, and said slowly, "You may be interested in telling the enemy about the past now. ”

"It turns out that you are the descendant of the Nine Dead Silkworms. ”

Bai Qi suddenly laughed, "This sword of mine is Wang Jingmeng's sword intent, you can crack it so easily, you can only understand this sword intent better than me... It turned out that the heirs of the Nine Dead Silkworms, who made the entire Changling suspicious and fearful, were so young. ”

Ding Ning didn't respond, he just looked at Bai Qi in silence.

Bai Qi stopped laughing, he looked at Ding Ning mockingly, and said, "Does it make sense?"

Ding Ning looked at him and said, "Not necessarily, but it may be meaningful." ”

"What's the point?" Bai Qi sneered, "When your former army of the Bashan Sword Field crossed the border, how could you care about adding a few more innocent corpses to your arrows?"

Ding Ning frowned slightly, "Innocent corpses?"

Bai Qi looked at him and said indifferently: "When you Bashan Sword Field led the army to attack the city, would you care about the life and death of the ordinary people in the city?"

Ding Ning understood a little, looked up slightly at the corpses of those cultivators on the ice, and asked, "Your army, all of them became war orphans because of the battle between the Bashan Sword Field and the Three Dynasties?"

Bai Qi sneered, but was silent.

Ding Ning thought for a while and didn't speak, but the eldest grandson Qianxue couldn't bear it, and sneered, "If that's the case, then you should go and kill Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu, is it now that the Bashan Sword Field has won the world?

"Really?"

Bai Qi's voice did not have any ups and downs, and sounded indifferently: "In the battle of Changping in the past, the Qin army had a strange army, which went around the river to the rear of the Zhao army in the suburbs of Changping to ambush it. On the way, he encountered a caravan from Luzhong, some of which were Zhao's cultivators, in order to avoid leaking the news, the Qin army, this strange army, killed more than 300 people in this caravan, all of them. That strange soldier is the leader of the Bashan Sword Field King Jingmeng, and the military advisor Lin Boiled Wine."

The eldest grandson, Qianxue's face suddenly turned pale.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ding Ning.

The look on Ding Ning's face was strange.

"That caravan was all killed and wiped out?" he looked at Bai Qi and asked a little strangely.

"Occasionally, there are accidents, such as an extra fish that slips through the net. Bai Qi lowered his eyelids sarcastically, "If you want to listen to the past, this is my past." ”

Ding Ning looked at him calmly, "So you're the one who slipped through the net?"

Bai Qi didn't answer, he didn't think he needed to answer anymore.

"So your army has more or less such a past?"

Ding Ning laughed, "What a coincidence." ”

Bai Qi's eyebrows suddenly cold, "What do you mean?"

"What a coincidence is what a coincidence. Ding Ning looked at Bai Qi and said slowly and seriously: "I don't know about the past of other people in your army, but your past... When it comes to this caravan, I really happen to know. Do you think it was Wang Jingmeng who ordered this caravan to be killed and destroyed?"

Bai Xuan looked at Ding Ning like an idiot, "What do you know, it will be more real than my own experience?"

"What you experience and see and hear is just untrue stories. ”

Ding Ning's expression did not change at all, he just stated unusually calmly: "The real past is that Wang Jingmeng just ordered to surround the caravan and let the caravan stay there, and the real past is that after trapping the caravan, the strange army led by Wang Jingmeng and those people in the Bashan Sword Field rushed to the battlefield as fast as possible." And the only one who remains in the rear, who has the ability to change some orders, is the other person who will never appear on the battlefield head-on. ”

"Is it Zheng Sleeve?" the eldest grandson Qianxue Huo Ran understood, and couldn't help but speak.

Bai Qi's body shook inexplicably, but Ding Ning didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly.

"How do you know what happened back then. Bai Qi thought for a moment, then looked at Ding Ning and said, "You are too young, so you are even less convincing." ”

Ding Ning smiled faintly, smiling a little sentimentally, "Whether it is convincing or not only depends on the facts themselves, since you have memory, you should remember that the army at that time marched quickly and continued to rush after encountering you." And the small army that surrounds you should wait long after most of them have left. If you want to kill this caravan directly, then you don't have to be so troublesome at all, the army is over, and there will be nothing left of this caravan. ”

Bai Qi sat up from the broken ice, his body trembling a little inexplicably.

"To know is to know. Ding Ning looked at him, and then said: "If you have a memory, you may remember that there may have been a dispute between the troops left behind. Because two people from the Bashan Sword Field died, the people who stayed there said that those two people from the Bashan Sword Field had encountered the cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom, but now that I think about it, those two people are the ones who will definitely oppose Zheng Sleeve's approach. And there is one thing you probably don't know, most of the reinforcements who stayed there were originally from Jiaodong County, and most of them were her family generals. ”

"Too many coincidences are not coincidences. ”

After a pause, he looked at Bai Qi and said: "You have a mistake first, it's not that the Bashan Sword Field doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary people in the army, the governance of the Bashan Sword Field is extremely strict, and it is very likely that it will be used or assassinated, and most of the battles will lead the way, and the two armies will face off in the field, and millions of troops will win or lose, and the final word will be reached." Accidental injuries and accidental kills are inevitable, but to assemble such an army... It was a coincidence to put together an army that everyone had a bitter hatred for Wang Jingmeng and Bashan Sword Field for various reasons. ”

"Even if there are only a few hundred of you. ”

Ding Ning shook his head with emotion, "According to him, he has only led the army for a few years, so it takes an average few days to do something like this? Even horse thieves who specialize in plundering caravans don't have such a frequency, and they can't do so many evil things." The people of Bashan Sword Field are not bandits. ”

Bai Qi's breathing seemed to stop.

There was silence on the lake.

The eldest grandson Qianxue sneered: "Even I understand, you still don't understand?"

Her voice was full of mockery, but naturally not mocking herself.

She said that even she understood it herself, just because she usually only thinks about cultivation and doesn't waste her energy thinking about other issues.

And now what Ding Ning said doesn't seem to need much thought at all.

She added mockingly, "Planting blame and pretending to be innocent and changing military orders is what Zheng Sleeve is best at." ”

"What is the real past?"

Ding Ning no longer looked at Bai Qi, just turned around and walked towards the icicle erected because of the sword intent under the lake, his voice sounded faintly in the cold air, "This exists in your own judgment, your life is now kept by me, how you use it is up to you." ”