Ding Ning raised his head slightly, not looking at the corpse of this cultivator of the Wu Clan.

As he raised his head, many sharp whistles sounded among the cavalry of the Wu Clan.

With such a whistle, the whole cavalry stopped moving forward, and then retreated like a tide.

The cavalry retreated down the hill as fast as they could, and did not attack again, and continued to retreat, retreating into the depths of the wasteland.

Bursts of irrepressible cheers and shouts rang out from the middle of the Su Guards and from the walls of the Prison Pass.

This is undoubtedly a very proud victory.

This Wu cavalry rushed back one after another, leaving at least six or seven hundred corpses on the hillside, while the casualties of the Su Guards were very few.

However, looking at this retreating cavalry, Ding Ning's brows furrowed deeply.

Nangong Caishu's body trembled with excitement, after all, it was the first time for her to stand on the battlefield so really, and she was facing a battle that originally seemed to be a huge disparity between strength and weakness.

"How?"

Ding Ning's worried look made her incomprehensible.

"There is a very strong general on the other side, and he is in this vanguard cavalry army. ”

Ding Ning didn't look at him, he still stared at the cavalry army that retreated into the dark grassland, and said slowly and solemnly: "Ordinary generals, the choice at this time is probably to retreat and attack the Valley Prison Pass, because all the cultivators in the Valley Prison Pass are here. Even if so many people are lost here, they still have an advantage over Gu Prison Pass. ”

Nangong Caishu was stunned, and suddenly there was a dense cold sweat in his vest, and great fear arose in his heart.

Ding Ning had already continued, "This general didn't choose to attack Gu Prison Pass, not because he was killed by us, but because he didn't want to take any more risks, and he didn't want to lose more people. ”

Nangong Caishu took a deep breath, and as the cold air entered her lungs, her body became colder and colder, "So his choice is to wait for the arrival of most of them?"

Ding Ning nodded, his gaze lowered and fell on the corpse of the Wu Clan cultivator not far in front of him, "This Wu Clan cultivator's cultivation is not much lower than that of the Rong Palace Maiden... The general who led this army was naturally much more powerful than this person. ”

Nangong Caishu's face turned pale again, if a vanguard army has such outstanding generals, then how powerful is the supreme general of the entire army?

"It's still possible for us to win. Ding Ning turned around and whispered this to Nangong Caishu, then nodded at her and motioned for her not to follow.

Nangong Caishu understood what he meant, and watched him walk not far behind him.

Ding Ning walked over to several carriages.

These carriages are filled with craftsmen who are not good at fighting, but are good at repairing ordnance, as well as the carriage where the eldest grandson Qianxue is.

During the previous march, the entire Su Guard army had become accustomed to Ding Ning stopping by this carriage many times.

It seems that beside this carriage, Ding Ning can get greater peace, or better thinking.

Ding Ning walked outside the carriage where the eldest grandson Qianxue was.

At this time, the Su Guards had already begun to organize the battlefield and were ready to wait for Ding Ning's next order.

And a middle-aged cultivator wearing a robe similar to the color of withered grass was slowly walking towards Ding Ning.

In his hand, he held Ding Ning's sword that had fallen into the battlefield before, and his expression was extremely solemn and respectful.

He obviously came with great respect and wanted to return the sword to Ding Ning.

"You stop. ”

However, at this moment, Ding Ning glanced up at him, and then made a gesture.

This is a military order.

The veteran guard sergeant who was still lingering in the aftertaste of the iron-blooded aura that he had just shown reacted directly, and all the veteran guard sergeants on the middle-aged cultivator's side instantly surrounded the middle-aged cultivator, and all the blades that shone with a cold metallic luster were aimed at the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at Ding Ning in shock, "This is?"

Ding Ning didn't answer his question directly, and then nodded at an armor-clad general behind the middle-aged cultivator.

That general was wearing the armor of the border army, and he was also a cultivator in the valley prison.

"And you. ”

He looked at the general, and said, "Do you two have anything to say?" The wind seemed to be a little colder.

There was silence on the hillside.

After being stunned for a moment, although they did not see the new military order, many of the sergeants of the Su Guard Army had already reacted directly, and with the sound of sharp footsteps, the general in the armor of the border army beside him was also surrounded.

The surrounded general raised his head, his face became cold and abnormal, and he said coldly: "Are you crazy?"

Ding Ning glanced at him calmly and said, "In the previous battle, the rest of the people were normal, only the two of you were not normal. ”

The middle-aged man in the withered grass-colored robe had a slightly pale face, but the general's face was even colder, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "I don't understand what you mean." ”

"Of all the cultivators who came to the valley prison pass, you two have the fewest enemies, but you are not the worst cultivators. ”

Ding Ning looked at the general who was still about to speak out, and directly interrupted his words, saying: "Don't tell me that you may be kind-hearted, you have only killed two enemy soldiers, and those two are ordinary cavalry soldiers who do not matter... In the final battle, you played almost no role. There is a fight, not a real fight, can you tell me why?"

Hearing such a voice, the general's face gradually turned pale, and everyone on the surrounding hillside looked at Ding Ning in unspeakable shock, unable to believe that he could still notice the details of these cultivators in the battle just now.

"Just what you say?"

The general, whose face was gradually pale, looked at Ding Ning, and was also shouting out something they couldn't believe, "Who knows if you're not mistaken?

"You should be a cultivator of the Ichthyosaurus Sword Concept, the first sword is the sword intent of the Ichthyosaurus Transformation, but the sword intent is empty and invincible. The most suspicious thing is the sword intent of the Huiyou Sword, that sword you could have stabbed into the abdomen of that Wu cultivator, but you deliberately deflected the sword body, just inserting it into the opponent's abdomen. Ding Ning's expression did not change at all, but he stated slowly.

In his calm voice, the general's face began to stiffen, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

In the next moment, the general let out a frantic scream and drew the long sword at his waist.

However, at this moment, at least two flying swords that stayed not far behind this general fell on this general's body.

The general, who had just taken a step, fell to the ground like a heavy log, splashing a cloud of dust and blood.

One of the two flying swords was the crimson flying sword that had been the sharpest and most effective in the previous battle formation.

However, at this time, even the owner of this flying sword, a tall and thin man with a thin face, looked at Ding Ning with unspeakable admiration at this time, and only a voice sounded in his heart, "How did you do it?"

Ding Ning looked at the middle-aged cultivator holding the sword with the remnant of the last flower, and said seriously and sincerely, "Whether you live or die, it's up to you." ”