v8 Chapter 217： Fantasy bubble

"He can't fully understand me, and the business lady can't." Xu Fu quietly counted the time and looked at the martial arts in the martial arts. "It's not a matter of leaving, but a lot of things that have been done and paid." I don't want to pay for it."

Yantai Guanjian slightly frowned, he did not respond to Xu Fu's words, just turned to look at the precarious sword array, and then whispered: "As a younger generation, I am not qualified to teach the predecessors, now is just the time to make your choice. ”

This sentence is still not polite, but it is very real.

Ding Ning did not want to talk to Xu Fu, and did not want to listen to Xu Fu’s voice.

From the change of Changling, when Xu Fu began to stand on the team, he and Xu Fu were only the relationship between the enemy and the enemy.

He just wants Xu Fu to make a choice.

Either go, or let him and his sword array be accompanied by Yuan Wu.

Because the practitioners who make up these sword arrays are too young, because Xu Fu is overseas all the year round and away from the disputes over the past decade, Ding Ning has left him a lot of feelings.

Just like Li Si’s death before the death and the net glass opened a joke.

You think he has a story, but he has not left any stories.

People in the world only divide the results, only those who care about you will care about your mood and mood.

After the end of the drama, who would care about the face of the play is happy or sad?

The attitude of Yantai Guanjian to Xu Fu is only a reminder of this.

"I am going."

Xu Fu laughed endlessly and bitterly.

He also began to have the same emotions as Bai Shanshui.

Before the end of the big game, he seems to have become a spectator.

However, at the next moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the cold in his eyes contained anger. "Why don't you stop?"

He has promised Ding Ning's conditions.

However, the black scent of the corpse practitioners is still roaring like a ghost, and the horrible power is still falling towards the sword.

The scared crying in the sword array is getting more and more chaotic.

"You can go, these swords don't have to be kept."

Xu Fu's face changed, he wanted to say something, but in the end there was no opening.

There is Jianguang finally scattered.

Just a sword light scattered, the entire sword array no longer exists.

However, when the sword broke up and the inside cried, all the black gas was scattered and condensed into one. Just as the palm of the hand was grasped and grasped, all the flying swords were rolled back to the Qian Tomb.

In the next moment, all the corpse practitioners returned to the Qian Tomb Mountain with the black gas like the ebb tide, and disappeared instantly.

Thousands of tombs are still standing on the Tomb of the Tomb, but there are many rotten swords inserted like straw.

Thousand Tombs Mountain is back to death.

The black-shirt juvenile thousand tombs stood so quietly, and then bowed a little to the sword.

The Guantai sword was abruptly returned.

Thousand tombs disappeared into the black air.

"Goodbye is never seen."

The business lady missed the ceremony with Xu Fu and Ying Ying. When she was lifted up, the black bamboo forest in her body was full of anger, and it was full of black bamboo flowers. Even if it was suffocating, it was very smashing.

When everyone's gaze is attracted to it, the next moment, the figure of the woman in the red shirt is also fading in the air, only the sound of the sobbing sound is coming from far away.

The sound of the piano made many of the sergeants in the military camp ring up many things in the business. At the moment, many people were upset.

The tears of the boys and girls who cried into a group saw the figure of Xu Fu outside the military camp. They suddenly did not know who shouted first, and then they rushed out and gathered around Xu Fu, and the group fell.

Xu Fu's chest was indefinitely suffocating, and was suddenly hit by a number of boys and girls, but his heart was suddenly loose, inexplicably sighed.

Wang Tu Baye is really like a short-lived black bamboo flower, such as a dream bubble.

"Let's go, it's okay."

At this time, he heard the sound of thunderous dragons coming from the sky, and suddenly he understood that these boys and girls waved and walked toward the dark clouds.

The dark clouds in the sky landed in the wilderness outside the military camp.

A burst of rain fell, when the dark clouds disappeared again, the swords of Fujian and Taiwan had long since disappeared, and Xu Fu and the hundreds of boys and girls disappeared, as if they had never existed here.

The sword array of Xu Fu and Xu Fu is itself the strongest reliance of the Daqin Dynasty.

This used to be the root of the confidence that defeated Yan Qi’s army.

Because no army can hold the siege of such a sword.

In the eyes of many people, unless there are many practitioners such as Bai Shanshui, Night Chill, and even Ding Ning, they can suppress this sword array.

However, and everyone did not think that Zheng Shouhui and Yuan Wu would be both defeated, no one thought that this sword array would disappear so easily and so quickly.

The news spread to all parts of the world.

Ding Ning knew Xu Fu’s choice in Jiaodong County. He knew that the snakes in Jiaodong County were already carrying Xu Fu, who did not want to see him again, and these boys and girls to a port in the outer waters of Jiaodong County.

Xu Fu’s choice did not surprise him.

In a sense, when Xu Fu received his letter, he did not mobilize the practitioners in a big way, but rushed to the sword and the first time, which is enough to show that the position of the sword in his heart is not It is just a pure weapon of war.

This has already meant that in Xu Fu’s mind, between Yuan Wu and those children who have been together for more than a decade, these boys and girls have the upper hand.

No matter how many years ago, Xu Fu made a choice to completely stand on the side of Yuanwu and Zheng Zhuang, perhaps just think that the wood has become a boat, do not want to go against the water, but at least for now, Ding Ning believes that Xu Fu’s last choice at least complies with himself. Inner heart.

Ding Ning began to write letters again.

It is not written to Xu Fu, who will never see again, but to Xie Changsheng, who is already at the border of Qin State.

At this time, all the practitioners in the world know that he is the old king's dream, and Ding Ning's name is even fading.

However, in Xie Changsheng’s view, Wang Jingmeng’s dream was too far away from him. He had no feeling. In his letter to Ding Ning, he was still Ding Ning, who was the familiar Wutong’s peers and gave many letters to Ding Ning. What is written in it is not necessarily an important military situation, but some are just ridicule and idle.

Ding Ning smiled and thanked Xie Changsheng for responding to his ridicule. "In the past, the ancient dynasty talked about virtue, and ruled the world with morality. It did not move the swords, but it was not to martial arts, but to use Wuwei, to serve people with morality. It’s just that you can solve the problem without the knife, and you can solve the problem with other methods, so you don’t move the knife, not the real one.”

It seems to be embarrassing, but in these conversations, it actually covers the mood of Yuan Wu in the palace under the mountain, and some words that Yuan Wu said.

Before the change of Changling in the past, many people in the Bashan sword field were unaware of them. They did not know that their words and deeds were quietly inspected by Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu.

And many years later, everything turned around.

A paper military sentiment was sent to the palace under the Lushan Mountain earlier.

In the palace filled with medicine, Yuan Wu looked down at the military letter that reported the disappearance of Xu Fu and the sword array.

Earlier, there was an urgent secret that was sent back from Yanjing, telling him that Bai Qi had violated the Holy Life and that he had entered the Qijing and was not subject to Changling. Rw