However, Ding Ning did not stop there.

In a sense, at this time, he is the suzerain of the Bashan Sword Field, and the symbol of the entire Bashan Sword Field, especially when Emperor Yuanwu personally guessed that he was the rebirth of Wang Jingmeng rather than a successor, at this moment, Ding Ning was in the eyes of all these people present, I am afraid that there is not much difference from Wang Jingmeng back then.

Back then, even if countless grandmasters from all over the world gathered in Changling to kill Wang Jingmeng, if Wang Jingmeng opened his mouth to say something, all the grandmasters would listen.

That's enough weight.

What's more, at this time, Ding Ning still has the Nine Dead Silkworms on his body and the secret of why he can have such a perfect sword intent.

So no one shot.

Everyone listened to him.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, Yuan Wu, today you want Fusu to die with us, but you just don't want to lose an opportunity to kill us. Giving a son in exchange for such an opportunity, this is the difference between you and those people in the Bashan Sword Field back then. Doing something and not doing something, unscrupulous means can make you benefit for a while, but conquering the world, only rely on cultivation?"

Ding Ning looked at Yuan Wu, and the sarcasm was even stronger: "How dangerous the battle of Qin and Chu is, even you are personally recruited, but you let Fusu follow Sima to be here with Sima Mistake, maybe you have long wanted to take this opportunity to simply kill this son?"

Everyone in the audience was suppressing their mood and suppressing their breathing, but when they heard Ding Ning's words, even if everyone deliberately controlled them, countless subtle gasps still converged and sounded clearly.

Not long ago, a hidden old palace maid was forced out of the Qin Imperial Palace, who was the powerful grandmaster of the former Bashan Sword Field, the master of Concubine Zhao Demon.

But that incident also made all the Qin people even more secretly guess whose son Fusu was.

"Fusu is naturally the flesh and blood of widows. ”

Yuan Wu seemed to have heard everyone's hearts, and his voice still sounded peacefully, with a suffocating majesty and vitality fluctuations, "It's not a widow's idea to be sent to the front line for training, what's the use of saying these words." ”

Ding Ning had some difficulty breathing, but he still laughed and said, "If you weren't really worried, why would you have to respond to my words at this time, especially since you didn't want to speak just now, but now you are still saying so." Presumably you know very well in your own heart that although the person was sent by Zheng Sleeve, it was not sent for you to kill. ”

After a pause, he looked at Yuan Wu with a provocative look, and sneered slightly: "Maybe I deliberately sent it to see your mind to see if you doubt this son." ”

"Widows and extraordinary people, what use ordinary intentions?"

Yuan Wu looked at Ding Ning calmly and coldly, and said slowly: "This is Jiangshan Sheji, for the sake of an unprecedented Great Qin Dynasty, even if the widow must be sacrificed today, the widow will make the same choice." ”

"Is this what you call righteousness?" Ding Ning smiled and said, "It's just that I'm not saying these words to argue with you, and I don't want to say that you are unkind and unjust, I asked you to say these words, not because I want to listen, but for you to say to others." ”

"Remember when I told you you you you you couldn't help it?"

Ding Ning's last sentence was said to the eldest grandson Qianxue beside him.

When these words sounded, he no longer looked at Yuan Wu, but at the eldest grandson Qianxue.

When his words sounded, Yuan Wu suddenly had a sense, this feeling was indescribably strange, but he inexplicably felt that the other party had the possibility of escaping. He couldn't help but let out a low roar in his throat, and with this roar that didn't look like his, many bright paths of light appeared on the surface of his body.

What glowed was the meridians in his body, and at this moment, the power in his body seemed to have completely turned into a bright beam of light that the Seven Realms could not comprehend, and it was penetrating through his body at a terrifying speed.

His body at this moment became less like human flesh and more like a talisman.

Countless roars sounded in the extremely high sky, as if there were countless gods and demons roaring in response to the heavens, and the canopy of heaven covered by wind and snow was torn to pieces, and countless huge pillars of light fell like heavenly punishment.

When the scorching light of the summer noon sun is at its hottest, it is too bright to give people the feeling of white flowers, and at this time, it is so bright that everyone seems to become transparent, and there is no trace of any trace in the eyes except for the bright white.

There is no sense of existence of any sword intent, and this kind of blind light does not even make people feel the killing intent.

However, not feeling it is the greatest danger.

Between the last breaths, the eldest grandson Qianxue clenched the Nine Nether King Sword in his hand.

When Ding Ning finally discovered the Great Punishment Sword, the Nine Nether King Sword was recognized as the strongest and fiercest sword in the world, which was the symbol of the Gongsun family, the first old gate lord in Changling in the past, but the Gongsun family sealed this sword for many years and did not dare to touch it, because it was too powerful for no one to surrender.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, hid in Changling, and did everything to cultivate this sword into a life sword, which was once her only hope for revenge.

In the dead of night, Ding Ning and her had talked many times about the plan of revenge.

The key to revenge is to stay alive before killing the enemy.

So one of the things that Ding Ning repeatedly mentioned was that if he and his eldest grandson Qianxue were exposed, they couldn't even escape from Changling according to the retreat route on the wall he painted, and when Changling was trapped by Tuan Tuan... That's when there's really no way around.

Now is the kind of time that Ding Ning repeatedly mentions.

The eldest grandson Qianxue held this sword tightly and did not make any movements, just pressed all the true yuan and vitality in his body into the inside of this sword.

The deepest color faded from the sword's body.

The cold accumulated in the Nine Nether King Sword for an unknown number of years was forced out by the eldest grandson Qianxue at one time.

The Nine Nether King's Sword became transparent in her hand, like the cleanest crystal sword.

With a bang, the netherworld appeared.

As the extreme light in the sky fell, a gloom rose from the earth, a darkness filled with the cold of silence.

The clash of light and darkness lasted only a moment.

This was followed by an explosion in the plane where the two sides were in contact.

At first, there was no sound, only the white flames flying in the sky and the shattering silence and chill froze the water vapor in the air and turned it into gravel.

Once again, the sun can freely penetrate through this world and shine on the scenery of this train.

The chariot row was full of ice sculptures.

Almost all the cultivators under the Six Realms were not simply frozen, but completely frozen, dying, and their flesh and blood turned gray-black.

Under the impact of white fireworks and flying ice and gravel, the bodies of these cultivators exploded like glass, scattered all over the ground, and even ignited crystal dust.

The Night Stalker stood between the ice chips, two sword intents on either side of him slowly fading away like huge black wings.

The collision of the forces of the Eight Realms did not pose any threat to him, but it blocked his perception.

At this time, there was no longer Ding Ning and the others in his vision and perception, but he knew that this could not end like this, so he just turned to look at Yuan Wu slightly.

Yuan Wu nodded at him and said indifferently, "They can't escape." ”

......

The old monk of Donghu put his hands together, and the two ends of the staff had vitality flowing out, binding the bodies of Ding Ning, the eldest grandson Qianxue and Fusu.

It was as if he was carrying the three men with this rod, and he walked quickly.

In the battle, he didn't have any obvious injuries on his body, but at this time, there were many shiny tears on his back and legs.

Seizing that moment to escape from Yuan Wu's control, even a body like him couldn't bear it, and the tendons and flesh that were tougher than Jin Shi had many fractures.

"I had a day and a night without being able to make a move. ”

Ding Ning swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, looked at the old monk of Donghu and said.

The old monk Donghu nodded in understanding.

He just can't see through the nine dead silkworms, as for the eldest grandson Qianxue, even the natal vitality has been completely consumed, and for a long time in the future, the eldest grandson Qianxue is no different from ordinary people.

"We have to keep going. ”

Ding Ning continued: "His final blow was not only killing, but also guarding against the possibility of us escaping, and we have the vitality of his brand. ”

The condition of the old monk Donghu was not optimistic, but he still nodded, followed the direction Ding Ning was looking at, and said, "I understand." ”