v6 Chapter 73： I will collect

More than a dozen practitioners stood in the snow in front of the shallow snow of the grandson.

Their figures are gradually covered by more intense snow, but the pace of the long-term shallow snow is slower.

The power released by these practitioners formed a blue-colored wind column whose tops extended to the sky and were strangely connected.

The long-haired Sun Xue did not use the kind of shackles she used to be, but felt the movement of the more than ten practitioners and stabbed the practitioner who had the weakest air.

The chill disappeared, and all the air between the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly warm up. Br 《 《 《 《 《 《 《 《 《

However, all the chills were gathered in her sword, straight to the practitioner.

At the same time, more than a dozen practitioners screamed at the same time, and a cyan wind line suddenly emerged in a cyan wind column connected like a long dragon.

A piece of crystallized boulder gathered sharply in the direction pointed by the long-haired shallow snow sword tip, forming a long thorn ice thorn to the practitioner, and more than ten cyan wind columns, countless The cyan fire is like a myriad of moths falling down on this crystal ice thorn.

The disappearance of the cyan flying fire smog, the borneol on the surface of the ice thorn splashed, gradually shrinking, and finally disappeared a few feet in front of the practitioner.

There seems to be a scarlet fire in the depths of the long-haired grandson, but her face has not changed in the slightest, and goes further.

More than a dozen people in the wind and snow formed a battle of the body, and at the same time, more than ten steps back. The practitioner who was pointed by her sword pointed out several red lines and several wounds.

Mo Ying is naturally aware of the power of the formation of the dozens of practitioners. In fact, these more than ten practitioners from different sects have been following them. It has been more than ten years since the formation of the squad. The reason is to prevent the Bashan sword. The assassination of the strongman of the field.

Therefore, he naturally understands the realm represented by the sword of the great-grandson, and after many years of crouching, the great lady of the grandson’s family dared to repair the fierce sword that no one dared to repair in the world, without being fierce by this sword. It was swallowed up, but it succeeded in standing in the ranks of the strongest people in the world.

However, his gaze quickly left the shadow of Chang Sunshue, but looked at the young practitioner wearing a black shirt and said: "I know you don't want to kill more."

His sentence is not a military order, but this is the first time the long-term Sun Xue and Ding Ning entered the military camp, as the coach, so the entire military camp was quiet.

"Since you don't want to kill more, you can always talk."

His eyes passed through the numerous debris and debris that had been rolled up by the wind, and he calmly fell on Ding Ning. Then he said, "If I am not mistaken, you should be a descendant of the nine dead silkworms. The old account of Bashan Jianchang."

The entire military camp stopped.

All the sergeants, including the more than ten practitioners who were likely to be killed by the grandson's shallow snow, stopped at this moment.

The time that this moment lingers in this military camp seems to be completely frozen, because of the word "nine dead silkworms".

In Changling, and even the entire Daqin Dynasty, nothing is more magical and more touching than these three words.

"it is good."

Ding Ning simply said a word.

The long-term Sun Xueshu stopped the pace of progress, and everyone in the military camp stopped.

Everyone's eyes were gathered on Ding Ning's body, and many people couldn't help but tremble, including the more than ten practitioners who formed the battle.

"Who is moving, who is dead."

Mo Ying glanced at the camera, but stopped the footsteps, but still holding the nine-year-old Wang Jian, the grandson of the sun, said.

All his ministries will understand the meaning of his sentence.

This is not just an order. It is also a reminder that the entire military camp, except for him and the practitioners who formed the battle, the rest of the people can resist the sword of the great-grandson.

"I owe the Bashan sword field."

Mo Ying looked at the only person in the military camp who was moving. He went straight to the Ding Ning in front of him. He said this sentence directly, then his face gradually became indifferent. Then he said: "I was only a pharmacist in the army, on the front line and practice. The contact was much more, and I learned some means of practice. Later, I happened to be a sorcerer on the way of escorting drugs. She felt that I was a good talent and passed my kendo. This reinventing grace, I naturally owe her, owe Bashan. The sword field."

Having said that, he looked up at Ding Ning's eyes and confirmed that Ding Ning listened carefully to each of his words, and then went on to say: "It is only the disciple who does not have to make the same choice as Master. Even if I return to Bashan Sword in the past. In the field, it will not help, the sergeant will still die, and the Bashan swordfield will still be destroyed. What's more, I don't think the sergeant is doing it right."

"I am a practitioner, I have skills in the Bashan swordfield, but I am a soldier first. In my opinion, it was a foregone conclusion that the past was on the throne. The change of the Bashan swordfield has no benefit to the Daqin Dynasty."

Mo Ying looked at Ding Ning who listened carefully but didn't react. He slowly looked up and looked at the sky in front. He said: "What I did is the same as the former Bashan swords place. I don't want to die. I want to see the Daqin dynasty continue to move toward a more prosperous place, so I have not returned to Changling to compete for power in these years, only in the side army."

“Is everything done in the Bashan swordfield and your masters absolutely correct?”

Mo Ying finally said: "Don't you follow the Bashan biography of your Bashan swordsmanship, you must die?"

His words are very powerful.

In fact, many Changling practice areas, including some generals in the military, still sympathize with the Bashan sword field of the year, respecting Wang Jingmeng, especially the change of Yuanwu and Zheng sleeves was a shameful betrayal.

But these feelings are based on reason, based on righteousness.

The revenge of the Bashan sword field is naturally based on reason and based on righteousness.

No one can be strong enough to kill everyone in the world, can't get the approval of the world, and no revenge can succeed.

These words of Mo Ying are actually more powerful than the formation of the more than a dozen practitioners.

"What you said makes sense. The Bashan descendants who don't follow the Bashan swordsman's idea don't have to die."

However, what everyone who included Mo Yingying did not think was that Ding Ning nodded and said this sentence.

Even the grandson and the shallow snow were very surprised, and they could not help but smash.

"But the things in the Bashan sword field, the Bashan sword field must be taken back." Ding Ning calmly looked at the micro-fire, but it has already been said, "I don't agree with the master, but I got her things, But to reveal her things to the enemy, it is to betray the teacher, to evict the teacher, to take back her sword and swords, and to abolish your cultivation, this is a matter of course."

Ding Ning's voice slowly echoed in the dead military camp.

No one has any objections.

Even the most loyal to the murderers of Mo Ying, can't raise any objections.

It is indeed the lightest punishment to evict the teacher's door and abolish it.

But for a powerful guru such as Mo Ying, abolish the repair... What does this mean?

Mo Ying took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. He looked at the long-term light snow, and the voice was very cold: "The big lady of the Gongsun family is not a person in the former Bashan sword field. I want to collect the things of the Bashan sword field. It’s up to people from the Bashan sword field.”

Ding Ning smiled faintly. "I originally came to collect it." Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net