v2 Chapter 65： Her attitude

The blue-black sword light disappeared, and the shadow of the grandson's shallow snow appeared in front of Fan Zhuo. ()

Looking at the real yuan has been completely frozen, but still relying on the unknown secrets of Yunshui Palace, Fan Zhuo, the face of Chang Sunshue Snow did not have any smug look, but there was a trace of sorrow and sentimentality.

After all, it was the enemy of the Emperor Yuanwu, but now there is one less.

She hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand to shake a few breaths on Fan Zhuo's body, and searched all the things in Fan Zhuo's clothes, and did not look at them, all of them were included in the sleeves.

In the next moment, in the world around her body, it seems that there are countless invisible but surely existing lines. A swell of the ice is drawn along these lines and quickly dissipated between the heavens and the earth. .

All the blues disappeared.

The icicles burst and fell to the ground.

The long-haired Sun's brow furrowed again deeply.

She knows that the anomalies here have been positively felt in the distant corners of this time, and there should have been practitioners coming here.

It’s just that she is really not good at many things, such as destroying dead bodies.

She indulged her time and made a decision.

A majestic world of heaven and earth was released from her body, and all the broken ice that had piled up into towers shattered into tiny ice.

The wind whirls on the river, filling all the holes in the ice.

And her body fell in the center of the broken carriage.

The real element in her body should have been extremely cold, but as her face was slightly reddish, it was hard to be turned into a very hot heat.

In the next moment, countless hot elements are centered on her body, and the spurts of the eruption rush out, instantly igniting countless flaming snakes.

The fire snake ignited all the shacks, especially a large number of fire snakes on Fan Zhuo's body, burning him into fly ash in an instant, and then being blown away by the strong wind, drifting to somewhere.

The body of the grandson's shallow snow faded in the cover of the blazing flame and disappeared.

After only a few dozens of interest, several practitioners wearing black shirts have already reached the fire field where the embers have not been extinguished, and feel some rhythm that remains in the air. These practitioners have all changed their faces, headed by The practitioner only raised his hand and there was a black column of smoke that rushed into the sky.

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Changling is very large, falling from Wutong to Dafu Prison, although it is not far away from the map of Changling, even if it is the shortest route, the carriage of the light road will take a half-day trip.

In the big floating prison, it was delayed for a while, so on the way back to Wutong, the sky was already dull.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, seemingly tired and sleepy, but in fact he was thinking about various possibilities.

At this time, the temporary small village consisting of squatters raising ducks on the banks of the Weihe River tributary has already disappeared and turned into a scorched earth.

Dozens of officials in the black clothes, like the nails, stood up like nails and surrounded the area.

Suddenly, these dozens of black-faced officials in the face of the flash of light flashed a strange brilliance.

Several carriages drove into their sights and drove along the dirt road between the hustle and bustle, stopping outside the forest.

Although there was no wind and no rain at this time, five of them who had come down from several carriages still kept a black umbrella and covered their faces.

A white-shirted woman and an old-fashioned old man walked among the five black umbrellas.

The white-shirt woman is naturally the first night of the supervision of the Supervisor, and the old man who looks like an old servant is the strongest Han Sanshi in the legendary Supervisor.

In addition, the five iconic black umbrellas naturally represent the other five mysterious offerings of the Supervisor.

The night policy was only a gesture far away. The dozens of officials of the Tianshi Division who had blocked this area suddenly swept out and pulled the area of ​​blockade and surveillance farther.

The night policy and Han Sanshi slowly proceeded in the scorched earth, and finally stood in the place where the carriage of the long-term Sunshine was broken.

The five black umbrellas are scattered, and they are extremely meticulously aware of the legacy, searching for every inch of land.

This process lasted for a long time, waiting for the sky to be completely dark, and the imperial concubine under the five black umbrellas exchanged opinions with Han Sanshi one by one. In the meantime, the night cooling was only calmly watching some burning. The traces of burning, even the conversation between them were not heard.

Until Han Sanshi walked to her side, she glanced at him and said, "How?"

Han Sanshi whispered: "It is her."

Night policy cold then asked: "The opponent is the person of Yunshui Palace?"

Han Sanshi slightly decapitated, said: "It should be."

The night was cold and silent.

Han Sanshi also silenced.

“Clear all our detectable traces.”

The night's cold face began to hide in the darkness, and I couldn't see the emotions. The tone was low but it was very firm: "Don't record it, don't know other divisions."

Han Sanshi is the oldest offering of Supervisor, and is the only person who has a cold night in the world. He is more aware of all the meanings contained in the two words of the night.

His hands were very cold, and he whispered softly: "Isn't even the capital of Chen Jian not knowing?"

The night nodded coldly and said: "I don't know."

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In the night, Ding Ning walked back to the wine shop.

Prior to this, he had already gone to Xue Xiaoxu's small courtyard, and Xue Xuanxu, Zhang Yi, and Shen Yu said something about the big floating prison.

At the moment when he entered the wine shop and brought it to the door, the cold voice of the long-haired Sunshine sounded in the darkness: "You said it is good, I am not good at many things."

Ding Ning, who is very familiar with the grandson's shallow snow, paused and asked: "What happened?"

The long-term Sunshine Snow slowly said: "I killed the Yunshui Palace practitioner, who is very strong and should be Fan Zhuo."

When I heard the word "kill", Ding Ning's body quickly became cold. When I heard the whole sentence, I thought that on the way back, I was still thinking about whether I could manage to break the big floating water with the white mountains and waters. He was angry. Some trembled: "Since you have promised to wait. Why don't you wait!"

Uncle Sunshine was surprisingly lifeless and explained: "I am not impatient, just because he wants to kill Wang Taixu, I don't want him to kill Wang Taixu."

Upon hearing such an explanation, Ding Ning's anger quickly subsided, but the coldness of his body still made his body slightly tremble.

He took a deep breath and went to the front of the long-term grandson and asked: "What do you do after killing Fan Zhuo?"

The long-haired Sun Xue did not want to recall the picture at that time. The brow whispered: "I have eliminated the breath of the Nine Kings sword as much as possible, and used the means of Zhao Dizhen Fire Palace to burn all his body and everything around him. ""

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said, "What was your idea at the time?"

The long-term grandson said: "Even if you can't completely disguise your breath, you should at least not let others know who I am killing."

"Your thoughts are correct." Ding Ning calmed down and said slowly: "But Fan Zhuo is not an ordinary practitioner. You must kill him, at least to show the strength of the products in the seven realms. Such power cannot be completely Eliminate, Supervisor or God Dusi can find out."

The long-term grandson shook his head slightly and said coldly: "So I admit that I am not good at many things."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said: "This time you can't blame you. Maybe you can use this to let us see the true attitude of a person."

The long-term grandson asked: "Who?"

Ding Ning looked at her and said: "The night is cold."

The voice of the long-term Sunshine was suddenly cold, and said: "You think too much."

Ding Ning did not refute, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

If he really thinks too much, if the night is cold, but with the power of white mountains and waters, with the revenge of Bai Shanshui, then he can't wait until the beginning of the Shushan sword meeting.

People like Bai Shanshui, depending on their lives like ants, will not have any scruples.

Who can hide the secret in the face of such direct killings?

If you can't wait for the Lushan Sword Society, even if you can re-enter Changling in the future, you can still get into the Lushan Jianzong and get the chance to continue the gods.

Thinking of Xue Taixu, Ding Ning's face has a bit more bitterness.

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In the thick darkness, the riverside burnt into scorched earth is more like a ghostly ghost.

On the frozen river, a stream of water suddenly bursts out silently.

Wearing a white fox fur coat, the skin is white and creamy, and looks beautiful like a rich man. But his body exudes a arrogant white mountain water that is difficult to describe with words, and rises in the middle of the current.

The great rebellion of Yunshui Palace has caused countless people in the world to mention the existence of timidity. At this moment, although it is possible to perceive that there are still practitioners of Daqin in the distant forest, he does not care.

He only needs a moment.

A drop of crystal tears fell from his eyelids, falling on the ice but disappearing silently.

And in the ice on his feet, he slowly pulled out a few drops of white water.

Seeing this few drops of white water, he determined that the battle here was caused by Fan Zhuo, and that Fan Zhuo had already been killed.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, countless tiny drops of water flew up in the darkened ashes.

In his perception, there was a smoldering fire on the ground, and a black bamboo was born and swayed in the night fog.