Countless people have countless opinions.

But this night was very painful for most practitioners in Changling.

The majestic and irresistible force falling from the corner tower, one after another, often unexpectedly the death of a powerful practitioner or the death of a place of practice.

Or surrender.

They knew that the old man who was guarding the city was very strong, but they felt this powerful force that seemed to never be tired, and they were still shocked by their hearts, just thinking that they still underestimated the strength of this old man.

"It's so crazy."

In a small alley, a sword-wearing practitioner perceived the powerful forces falling one after another on the corner tower, imagined the bloody meaning contained in the powers, and said to his companions with a very ugly expression: "Even if as the queen thought, all the practice areas were completely surrendered to the palace and accepted the recruitment like an army, but she didn't think about it. These practice areas, these secluded masters, are naturally barriers to Changling. They are the real reasons why many outside practitioners dare not enter Changling easily! Even if the queen can succeed, Changling will be empty in the future."

"So what if you're empty?"

The faces of his companion beside him were also extremely difficult to see, and he said in a cold voice: "Or she just wanted to deliberately let Changling Kong and bring in those people from the outside. In this way, the entire Changling would be a huge trap."

"Mo Shoucheng has released so many swords today. Don't he think of the merchants in the past?"

The practitioner wearing the sword said this angrily, but in the next moment, his body became stiff.

A man in a pale yellow robe walked past a stone path ahead of him.

Behind the man in a light yellow robe, some officials and servants were followed from afar.

Many practitioners in Changling know this gentle man wearing a light yellow robe, Huang Zhenwei.

The Mo Shoucheng he criticized was Huang Zhenwei's most respected division commander.

Huang Zhenwei walked through this alley area.

He heard the conversation between the two practitioners clearly, but there was no rage in his body, only increasing pain and sorrow.

He knew that what these two ordinary practitioners in the streets and alleys were right.

As the executor of the Queen's will, his teacher Mo Shoucheng was destined to be the bearer of many anger.

Many people will hate the queen, but they will also hate Mo Shoucheng who killed their division commander.

If Mo Shoucheng was a general with great ambition like Liang Lian, Huang Zhenwei might feel better at this time.

But he knew that Mo Shoucheng was just a dry oil lamp, giving the last light to this dynasty.

Moreover, he was very clear about Mo Shoucheng's physical condition. He knew that Mo Shoucheng was very tired at this time. Every time he used such a force, it would be a heavy burden for his body.

So every time the power on the corner tower appeared, he felt more and more helpless.

He had been searching for clues that had been sleepless for a long time, but he still could not find any clues.

At this moment, he felt another force arise on the corner tower, and this force is even greater than before.

This invisible force like heavenly punishment fell into Changling City, and Huang Zhenwei knew that it was Banshan Sword Hall.

It was one of the places where students and teaching students in Changling City Middle School had the largest number of practices.

Feeling such a majestic sword, the picture that came to his mind almost directly.

Many students and teachers fought with swords and the army, but at this moment, the terrifying sword intent fell, and the students and teachers holding swords in front of the Mid-mountain Sword Hall all turned into fragmented blood waves.

"teacher!"

Huang Zhenwei shouted this in pain.

He knew that his teacher would be even more exhausted when the sword fell, and he knew that the teacher who used this sword would be even more painful than he was at this time.

A few feet of gap suddenly appeared in front of the Sword Hall in the Mid-mountain.

A wave of blood surged upwards from the gap.

There were many dim sword lights in the blood wave, many broken sword pieces, and many broken corners of the robe.

After this gap, many students and teachers in the Mid-mountain Sword Hall who remained in the mountains could not believe their eyes. They could not believe that so many teachers and friends who were still in front of them before a breath were crushed by such a force, and then turned into such a wave of blood.

The blood waves surged up like a wall.

It was like covering up the moonlight, making the entire bright moon seem to turn bloody red.

The practitioners of the Banshan Sword Hall, who were behind this gap, trembled unconsciously and could no longer move forward.

On the corner tower, the wrinkles on Mo Shoucheng's surface became deeper, making the skin on his face full of blood, as if these wrinkles had turned into cracks, and the blood in his body was about to seep out of these cracks.

The cold general who was following him held the rattan chair he was sitting on, and couldn't help but say, "Do you want to take a break?"

Mo Shoucheng shook his head and said, "Others can rest, but I can't."

The cold general slowly lowered his head.

He knew that after tonight, many people would remember that Mo Shoucheng killed countless people in this night, but few people would be sure that Mo Shoucheng avoided more people from dying.

...

Tonight, no one in Changling turned his attention to the clinic that was booked by the Xie family.

Changsun Qianxue's mood was more exciting than usual, so the wind and snow in her room were more reckless than usual.

Although she was on the same bed, she and Ding Ning were just half a foot away and sat.

"Are you sure my energy can help you heal your wounds?"

Looking at Ding Ning, who was trembling by her side because of the coldness, she asked coldly.

"Your vitality is like a drug that has been addicted to me for a long time." Ding Ning looked at her, nodded with certainty, and said seriously: "I have become accustomed to having such vitality in my body. After all Liang Lian is released, my body cannot adapt."

Changsun Qianxue was silent for a moment and said, "It's just because she's used to each other."

Ding Ning shook his head without hesitation, "It's not just because of habit."

Changsun Qianxue was silent for a long time and said, "Is there really a chance to start again in life?"

Ding Ning was also silent for a long time and said, "What you have to face in life is your own will, and what you ultimately seek is only your inner peace. When you understand what you really want, when you truly see clearly, everything will go with the flow."

"Let it go?" Changsun Qianxue smiled rarely. She looked at the direction where the invisible power fell on the corner tower. "Many things tonight can't help but remind people of many things that happened many years ago. Can people really let go of hatred? If the entire family is destroyed and all their relatives die because of someone, will she forgive that person?"

Ding Ning lowered his head slightly. He did not answer Changsun Qianxue's question, nor did he go to see Changsun Qianxue's somewhat bleak smile, but said slowly: "All grudges will always be broken. If you don't like this city, then we can leave."

Changsun Qianxue suddenly turned her head and looked at him.

"The people who died tonight were those who refused to submit to Zheng Xiu's wishes to the practice, but the Minshan Sword Sect was the first to be affected."

Ding Ning said slowly: "If Zheng Xiu wants to be completely successful, he must prove to everyone that she has made up her mind, so he can only make the Minshan Sword Sect surrender to her orders."

Changsun Qianxue said in a cold voice: "Will Baili Suxue agree?"

"He will agree."

Ding Ning nodded and said, "Because what Zheng Xiu did tonight will make him understand that Zheng Xiu will do whatever he wants. Minshan Sword Sect is the first to be the first to be affected. The sooner he agrees, the less Zheng Xiu will give him."

After a pause, Ding Ning laughed slightly: "This is a transaction between the powerful and the nobles. No one will explain it, but they all know Fangcun. At this time, Zheng Xiu just asked him to express his attitude. And another aspect that Baili Suxue would agree is because Jing Liuli and I are in Changling, which is the future of Minshan Sword Sect for him."

"Jing Liuli should be allowed to return to Minshan Sword Sect."

"According to Zheng Xiu's attitude, I should be transferred to a certain border battlefield to join those students from the practice area who dared to disobey her orders."

"But I am a disciple of Minshan Sword Sect after all, so I will be allowed to ask for some people."

Because he was afraid that Changsun Qianxue would object, Ding Ning said this and added, "The real best countermeasure is to follow the trend, follow the opponent's wishes, and then use the opponent. Follow the opponent's intentions, and often predict the enemy's initiative."

Changsun Qianxue turned her head and stopped looking at him or thinking about his words. She just said coldly: "In my opinion, it's just because you know her too much."
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