When he said this, the world suddenly became quiet, and even the chief Sun Qianxue's breathing paused for a few breaths.

It is not only Zhao Yaofei who can lead the army in person.

This sentence echoed in Ding Ning's mind. Of course, he understood what the sentence meant, and his face couldn't help but turn pale.

He looked at Sima Cuo and the lantern-carrying guests on the chariot around him. At this moment, he finally understood why the aura of the chariot was so strange. Why were the coachman and waiters who were obviously far from the master's cultivation, and they could not reach a terrible level for such a battle, but they had an absolutely quiet aura.

Because these people are all guards from the palace, and that kind of aura is the so-called imperial aura that is contaminated with the emperor.

So this train chariot is the imperial chariot.

A ripple also appeared in the mood of the Donghu monk Gu Jing Wubo. He felt something and looked not far away from one side.

There is also a desolate hill there.

The emperor's servants and chariots were already here, but Emperor Yuanwu was not here, but on that hill.

There is an ordinary stone house in a forest on the hill, but it has been arranged extremely neatly at this time.

Emperor Yuanwu, wearing ordinary common clothes, was drinking tea.

A young palace maid stood in front of him, lifting up the teapot on the small red mud stove to make a cup of tea for him.

When the Donghu monk looked at the hill where he was, he had just picked up the teacup.

However, in the next moment, he lowered his head and took a sip, and the teacup slowly landed in front of him. In the space between him and the Donghu Monk, many crystal ripples appeared. His body disappeared from the spot, passed through these ripples, and appeared directly at the end of the train.

His figure is like an object suddenly increasing in a still picture, filling his eyes directly, making people feel unreal and uncomfortable.

There was a bang.

When his body stopped, a terrifying roar came from the air between him and the hill behind him, like a long city wall collapsed in an instant.

This is a state that is difficult to understand, or that no master of the seven realms in the world can understand at this moment.

Even the natural energy of heaven and earth scattered on his body was like a dazzling divine light, making people almost unable to look directly at his face.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked deeply at the man in a civilian clothes who appeared directly on the chariot at the back end of the convoy, Emperor Yuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Yuan Wu's face has not changed at all compared to more than ten years ago, and time seems to have left no trace on him.

Ding Ning's heart fell deeper into his body, but he was strangely free of any anger or other negative emotions.

He never thought that he would meet Yuan Wu at this time.

Changsun Qianxue's fists gradually clenched, and her body was much colder than Fengxue outside, but her palms were still uncontrollably sweating.

She looked at Yuanwu standing in the car.

Yuanwu's facial features and figure are very ordinary. Many years ago, she thought that Yuanwu was very ordinary, but even such a seemingly ordinary person has reached the peak of the world step by step.

When Lushan Alliance was held, the world's masters gathered, Yuan Wu had many concerns and his aura was hidden. However, when he had a sword to flatten the mountain and his cultivation was fully revealed, he only needed to target Donghu Monk, her and Ding Ning. His aura at this time was like a country at his feet, overlooking all living beings.

He glanced at the Donghu Monk and said: You are not my opponent, so why not serve me?

His voice was very ordinary, but majestic, with a supreme smell, and even made people feel that as long as he said such a sentence, the Donghu monk would not refute or even obey.

Because he is the most powerful and powerful emperor of this era.

Even if he really lost this battle and lost the land of several counties, the Qin Dynasty he owned still had a territory that was more than twice as wide as other dynasties.

The breathing of Ye Owl on the ridge also became slightly uneven. He had not officially met with Yuan Wu for a long time. At this time, Yuan Wu's strength was putting unspeakable pressure on him.

However, the Donghu monk shook his head and looked at Emperor Yuanwu and said: You are injured.

Sima Cuo was surprised.

Many people in the chariot were a little shocked.

Since the Lushan Alliance, practitioners from several dynasties have conducted countless deductions, guessing that Emperor Yuanwu was also injured in the Lushan Alliance. However, speculation is just speculation, which is completely different from hearing the powerful ascetic monk of Donghu say it in person.

Yuan Wu raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was no trace of hostility on his peaceful and majestic face. He nodded naturally. This could not be hidden from you, but you still couldn't be my opponent.

The Donghu monk thought for a while and then said: Not necessarily.

Emperor Yuanwu stopped making a sound. He glanced at the Donghu Monk from the air. There was a slight sound in the air. His eyes seemed to turn into two bright swords, piercing the Donghu Monk's face.

The Donghu monk stood still, like a tree that had been dead for thousands of years, and there was no movement in the wooden stick in his hand.

Two bright sword lights suddenly disappeared one foot in front of him.

But after these two sword lights disappeared, the Donghu monk took a step forward.

The wooden stick in his hand raised, and a thud sounded.

In the void ahead of him, it seemed like a terrible force collided with the wooden staff in his hand, making a sound like an invisible giant bell that was extremely heavy.

Without any stop, his wooden stick then hit him, and the figure of Emperor Yuanwu on the chariot hundreds of feet away from him had turned into a phantom, and his real body had appeared behind him.

Emperor Yuanwu was already holding a bright yellow sword in his real body, and stabbing straight towards the back of the Donghu monk.

The energy in front of his sword tip exploded, forming a crystal flower in the air, but the dazzling yellow light on the sword seemed to have no time to bloom.

The speed of this sword has exceeded the limit of the cognition of the seventh-level master, and is as powerful as the sword that killed Yan Ying in the Lushan Alliance.

However, the wooden stick in the Donghu monk's hand still had time to appear in the right position and hit the sword of the sword.

At this moment, it was like Emperor Yuanwu splitting into two, and at the same time stabbing the old monk Donghu ascetic cultivator from the front and back. However, the old monk Donghu actually completed two things in an instant, blocking Emperor Yuanwu's attack in front and then smashing Emperor Yuanwu.

Huge waves of dust surged from the front and back of the old monk Donghu at the same time, accompanied by countless substantial bright yellow lights.

The figure of Emperor Yuanwu on the chariot and behind the Donghu monk suddenly dispersed, and disappeared like a dream bubble. But then, Emperor Yuanwu's true body had returned to the chariot.

His brows frowned and his eyes flickered. He was actually thinking about some crucial questions in such a fight.

I didn't expect that you were already so strong.

When the vast majority of people present had not come to their senses in the shock of this moment, he looked at the Donghu monk with a steady breath, took a deep breath, and said: You cannot be as fast as me. Your speed lies in directness, in a world where everything is transformed into your own. Only in such a cramped world can you keep up with me, but you cannot have such a sword understanding that even me cannot. Only one person has been able to use a sword like this.

That should be because of yours

Emperor Yuanwu's eyes fell on Ding Ning. His deep eyes contained countless temptations and confusion. You have obtained his Nine Dead Silkworm's technique, but how can you inherit his understanding in the swordsmanship.

Ding Ning did not answer his question, but nodded to the Donghu monk in front of him extremely solemnly, then stretched out his fingers, and several thin strips of natal sword energy shot out from his fingertips, leaving several light marks.

Most people could not understand his actions at this time, but several masters in the field all breathed instantly and felt a mysterious and powerful sword path.

This is a sword move.

The Donghu monk's dim eyes also became brighter.

These few light marks fell into his perception, and it was a sword move that only he could suddenly realize at this moment.

This sword move is extremely perfectly matched with the skills he has practiced and his state at this time, and even has a strong effect on Yuan Wu's sword intent.

He knew that because of Emperor Yuanwu's personal expedition, his opponents were too strong for them at this moment, so Ding Ning could not be reserved and had to do everything possible to find opportunities to win.

Eclipse of the sky

Emperor Yuanwu's pupils contracted sharply, and he drank the name of the sword, but even he could only feel part of the sword intent, and only knew the name of the sword.

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