"I'm lucky to meet the Nine Nether King Sword, I'm lucky to meet the eldest lady of the Gongsun family. ╡╡┞.〔〔『.c?o{m"

The general was Bai Qi, the commander of the Killing God Army. He glanced at Ding Ning, his eyes fell back to Changsun Qianxue, and said, "It's just that not everyone is interested in telling the past to the enemy in this situation."

"In a sense," his eyes fell on himself, and he continued, "Wang Jingmeng represents the Bashan Sword Field, and now you represent the Bashan Sword Field."

There was frozen blood on the corner of his clothes.

Although the wound on his body was no longer bleeding, the injuries caused to him by the old monk's battle were much worse than a bleeding wound that was transparent and bleeding.

In such a cold place that lacks the vitality of heaven and earth, he does not have much time to waste.

Ding Ning heard Bai Qi's contempt, but he looked at Bai Qi calmly and said, "The Bashan Sword Field is never afraid of settlement, but at least you have to figure out where the account comes from."

Bai Qi slowly raised his head, looked at the night sky above, and said softly indifferently: "Only those who can live can settle the score."

There is no point in seizing accounts with dead people.

Ding Ning understood that Bai Qi meant that he was the one who could settle accounts, and Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue, including the old monk, would die here.

However, Ding Ning naturally didn't think so.

He looked at Bai Qi who was slowly looking up at the night sky above. He did not speak to Bai Qi anymore, but said to Changsun Qianxue in front of him, in a voice that only he and Changsun Qianxue could hear: "His current confidence comes from Zheng Xiu. It is extremely cold here, belongs to your realm, but it is also extremely high. The energy of heaven and earth is very thin, but it is closer to the starry sky, which makes it easier for the energy of stars to fall, so this is also Zheng Xiu's realm. ┡┢┢.(."

"Zheng Xiu has obtained the Successed God Art, so I will not interfere with her battle, otherwise she will know that I am not dead."

Looking at Changsun Qianxue who suddenly turned his head, Ding Ning continued to say seriously: "You have no advantage over Zheng Xiu here... But you wanted to have a chance to fight with her many years ago. In Changling these years, you have been waiting for a fair fight with her, so I have confidence in you."

"If you have confidence in me, I will win."

Changsun Qianxue laughed very rarely.

She was always noble and cold, but her smile was filled with a sense of fanaticism!

Many years ago, she was unwilling to accept it and did not feel that she would lose to Zheng Xiu.

However, Wang Jingmeng had already accepted Zheng Xiu, and even if she won by the sword, it would have no meaning.

So she was proud and floated away and left Changling alone.

When Gongsun’s family was destroyed, she thought it was made by Wang Jingmeng, so she turned from love to hate, and could not forgive Wang Jingmeng.

However, Wang Jingmeng died in Changling, so she returned to Changling.

In Changling, she didn't want anything else. What she wanted was to have a chance to fight with Zheng Xiu and then kill Zheng Xiu!

This has even been the only meaning of her life in the past many years.

...

In the black sky, many starlight suddenly lit up.┢, 0000 pm.(.

Because it is very close to the sky, the stars appear very large and very strange.

At this moment, the brightest stars all looked unusually pale.

Then these stars that seemed to be reaching with your hands burned as if they were burning, and wisps of flames were particularly heavy and fell down.

A breath of life was slowly released from Bai Qi's body.

A real natal sword appeared in his hand.

The sword is narrow and transparent, without any runes, just like an ordinary extremely pure white crystal, but it is born with a cold murderous intent.

When Bai Qi crossed his sword to his chest, the sword seemed to have turned into a mirror.

The pale spark fell countless beams and fell on his sword.

"It's like this every time... Is it really good to use so many people?"

Ding Ning thought of Gu Huai and more people, and he sneered and shook his head.

Bai Qi calmly pushed the sword forward.

At this moment, he seemed extremely relaxed.

Because this is not his sword intent, what he wants to do is just to make a mirror and refract the sword intent.

He believed that the mistress in the depths of the palace had already felt the breath of the Nine Nether King Sword, so the spark that fell on his sword this time was also cold but particularly fierce!

Countless beams of pale sparks fell on the mirror-like sword, flowing down like a waterfall at the edge of the sword, forming a thin layer, parallel to the frozen lake, and cutting towards Changsun Qianxue!

Changsun Qianxue's smile suddenly disappeared.

Just like the thinner the lips of a person, the sharper and colder it appears.

Countless beams of sparks condense into a layer thinner than snowflakes. They seemingly cross-cut, but they have infinite power.

She hadn't seen Zheng Xiu for many years, but at this moment she understood that what Ding Ning said to her before was right. Zheng Xiu was far more terrifying than before in recent years. When she took all her strength, she even surpassed her imagination.

The dark blue color flowed rapidly and accumulated in her right hand.

The Nine Nether King Sword was once considered the most fierce and coldest sword in the world. At this time, the power was fully released in Changsun Qianxue's hands. The deep color continued to deepen and it had already released the power to shock the soul. However, in the next moment, Changsun Qianxue threw away many of the most powerful secret swords of the Gongsun family, and also threw away some of the strongest sword styles she had cultivated in her practice over the years, and used a not too special sword.

The fiercest and coldest sword in her hand gently drew forward, like a pencil drawing a pencil, landing on the thin layer of sparks coming towards her.

The name of this sword-shaped sword is "".

This sword entangled countless old things in Changling, which was the sword style of Wang Jingmeng who cut through the sword of the Chen State girl Ji Qingqing with a sword.

This sword stance is not difficult to understand, and is very ordinary for most sword masters in Changling.

Back then, Wang Jingmeng defeated Ji Qingqing with such an ordinary sword style, and drew a thread on Ji Qingqing's face, which was naturally humiliating.

At this moment, Changsun Qianxue used this move because she really wanted to... she wanted to... use this sword style to shoot a sword on Zheng Xiu's face.

Do you want to be shameless?

This is her sword intent.

She has accumulated sword intent for many years, which represents her deepest obsession.

Therefore, the sword intent of this sword is extremely powerful. At this time, Ding Ning's eyes were impeccable, perfect and powerful to the extreme.

There was a "click".

A spider-silk-like crystal crack suddenly emerged from a thin layer of sparks.

Then countless tiny crystal cracks spread densely into this layer of sparks and spread to Bai Qi's sword.

Bai Qi's breathing suddenly stopped.

He intuition that his sword was bombarded by countless giant mountains.

A wild beast-like howl naturally burst out from his throat. His left hand fell on the hilt of the sword, and blood splattered between his right palm and finger, suppressing the sword and preventing it from flying out of his hands.

Sparks break.

It looks like it is rolling towards the starry sky.

It was like burning white ropes burning towards the sky.

There was a soft puff sound in the palace in Changling.

Zheng Xiu, who was standing in front of the spiritual spring, leaned forward slightly, and a mouthful of blood poured out from her lips.
Chapter completed!