The Sword Dynasty

Vol 3 Chapter 32: fist

The milky white medicinal herb is a very precious Ling Lian Dan. The most distinguished female hostess in the Changling Imperial Palace has a unique means of cultivating Ling Lian in addition to the means of calling the stars.

In order to make Linglian bear the lotus seeds she needs, Changling does not know how many spiritual auras have been introduced into the Changling Imperial Palace. Linglian Dan is only refining the lotus leaves and petals that fall off during the growth of Linglian. The efficacy has been extremely amazing.

Ding Ning just took this Ling Lian Dan, and only felt that a trace of cool medicine broke into the meridian between the body, and the pain and dryness in the body disappeared instantly, but the feeling of discomfort in the heart was more intense because He knew that Moshoucheng had already had a bit of doubt about himself.

Moshoucheng has an extraordinary status in Changling. Like his existence, even if he did not enter the circle like Chudi, there is no clue to infer, but even his doubts are like white clouds floating in the sky. Any root, such doubts are enough to cast a strong shadow on Ding Ning's body.

And in a sense, Mo Shoucheng had a suspicion about him, which means that the most noble hostess in Changling Palace will also have a suspicion about him.

This is enough to determine his fate in Changling.

Compared with Mo Shoucheng, it is Chudi who needs to worry more.

What did Chudi notice?

What will he do next?

Originally, the simple thing of using the power of the palace to deal with Zhou’s ancestors involved so many unpredictable and controlled consequences.

There was a bitterness in Ding Ning’s throat.

The so-called destiny has never been decided by a certain individual.

The eyes of Mo Shoucheng were taken back from the deep pits in front, and once again settled down on Ding Ning and Fusu.

In fact, his attitude is not as serious as Ding Ning thinks.

Although there are some doubts about this incident, he did not think of the nine dead silkworms, and Xue Forgot the past and Liang Liang’s battle, he was very fond of Ding Ning, and he also had some understanding of Ding Ning. He also knew that Ding Ning had amazing Practice talent and comprehension.

Even if Ding Ning had something deliberately concealed, the final result was that he let Fusu live well.

So that Chu Di did not win the meat Bodhi, so Fusu was not killed. Although the Lushan League has not yet officially started, in his mind, as a practitioner of the Daqin Dynasty, Ding Ning has already held this unprecedented event. Li made the first effort.

He knows that Ding Ning has been preparing for the next Shaoshan sword meeting.

In his view, it is enough to rely on such amazing merits to recommend Ding Ning to enter the practice of Lushan Jianzong.

Therefore, at this time, he looked at Ding Ning and Fusu's gaze with a glimpse of satisfaction.

"You followed the Zhou family's ancestors and left Changling. It was originally intended to see how the Lushan League was raging. Now that Zhou's ancestors have died, I will take you to Lushan."

He did not say any extra words, just kindly said.

......

The law was destroyed, the water mist in the valley was drained, and the wetness between the peaks was even stronger. On this side of the goddess, a heavy rain fell.

"interesting."

The face is full of age spots, the wrinkles in front of the eyes seem to be deeper. Chu Di looked up at such a **, smiled and whispered a word.

He did not rush to return to Lushan, but to go to the goddess again.

After decades of waiting for the defeat, he did not get the meat bodhi, and he had nothing to do before the official start of the Lushan League.

So he is very free.

His mood at the moment is also very relaxed.

As one of the longest emperors in the world, he naturally has something extraordinary that ordinary people can't.

He has been fighting with some of the most powerful people in the world in his life. Of course, he knows how to make things happen and to do things in heaven.

The practitioners who arranged the squad under this goddess were much more powerful than him. They spent a lot of power and built cages to trap the blind dragon. Of course, they wanted the blind dragon to help protect the immature meat Bodhi, and wait until one day he or his Later generations can use it, but it is clear that the practitioners who have arranged such a squad and the sects behind him are annihilated in the long river of history.

His failure to get the meat bodhi is also a normal thing in his opinion.

And compared to the meat Bodhi, he feels that he has got something more interesting.

"Even if you leave the blind dragon out of the way, the only person in the world who can break the legendary Qingleitian squad is the only one. If one's talent is higher, it is impossible to have such a vision."

After saying the word "interesting", his body floated up and fell on the cliff on the mountainside of the goddess, sitting down.

A few pieces of wild tea were taken from the rock, and the hand used the real yuan to cut out the stone pot, which ignited a real fire, and extracted a piece of water from the front of the cloud into a clear water, like the real god-like tea brewed by the Emperor Chu Smiling and whispering to himself: "It’s a good **."

......

The foothills of Lushan suddenly started a light rain.

In the temporarily built Chuxing Palace, a practitioner with a white jade-like sword felt that the drizzle seemed to contain some unusual meaning. He looked up with vigilance, and in the rain of the sky, he did not See anything other than the rain.

However, at this time, his heart suddenly tightened.

In the next moment, his heart is completely like being pinched by an invisible hand and crushed hard.

With a bang, a blood rushed out of his mouth.

The court cultist of the Great Chu Dynasty did not even make a scream, but fell and died.

An old bamboo pole appeared in the rain.

Then a slightly sloppy gray figure appeared as a ghost under the bamboo raft.

"The hurricane is bitter and rainy, the vines are chaotic, the bitter rains do not come to Lushan, and they don't come to Lushan at night, but at this time, I don't understand what you mean."

Zhao Xiangyu calmly looked at the gray figure that appeared in front of the temple door, shook his head and said.

Although she is quietly speaking, her eyes are naturally flowing like gentle autumn water, and her manners cannot be tempted by words.

The bamboo rafters laughed and slowly looked up, revealing a face that was plain and unpretentious, and looked like a fifty-year-old.

"It’s not far from a thousand miles, it’s for the Prince."

This man, whose face is so fifty, has a somewhat awkward man, he whispers: "We want to make the five princes a prince."

Zhao Xiangyu smiled brightly and said: "There is a prince who has established a prince."

The man she called the bitter rain man said silently: "As long as Fuling is dead, you can make another Prince."

"The Lushan League is just around the corner. At this time, the most important thing for my great Chu Dynasty is stability." Zhao Xiangyu looked at him and said softly: "I don't understand why people like you are determined to do such a thing."

After the meal, Zhao Xiangyu looked at him and said: "Accordingly, you won't care if the Five Emperors or Fuling Jun become Princes."

The man she called the bitter rain man was silent for a moment and said: "I don't have to tell you the reason."

Zhao Xiangxiu’s eyebrows are slightly embarrassing, saying: "You can't kill him."

"I am not alone. Chu Yufeng is also here, so Fan Wuji will not appear here." The bitter rain man looked at her seriously.

When he walked into this palace, Zhao Xiangyu first said "a hurricane and a painful green vine". This sentence is not a verse that depicts the foreground image, but represents the four practitioners of the Dachu Dynasty.

"You used to be the strongest four practitioners of the Great Chu Dynasty, but you know that these great Chu dynasties have some sects like the singularity, which is enough to rival you." Zhao Xiangxi can feel his absolute confidence. But she did not feel nervous, but smiled, and Mann said: "And you should understand that even in the past, you said that you are the strongest, in fact, many people have not thoroughly demonstrated their strength, and there will be some in the palace. People are excluded."

"So you can't kill Fuling Jun today."

After she paused, she seriously persuaded: "No matter what people say to you, let you come here, but this is impossible to succeed, so you still give up this idea."

"Your Majesty is not here."

The bitter rain man shook his head and firmly said this sentence.

This represents his final decision.

When Chu Di is not here, he is convinced that he can kill anyone inside.

So while speaking this sentence, his body suddenly seems to fade in the air.

Numerous grotesque, faint, seemingly unseen, but extremely tough and powerful, from his body, like the quiet spring rain, into the front of Zhao Xiangxi's body.

These forces flocked to the heart of Zhao Xiangxi, and Zhao Xiangxi’s heart stopped beating and began to contract sharply.

"you are wrong."

However, Zhao Xiang’s face has not changed in the slightest.

She looked at the bitter rain with a pity, and the whispered this sentence.

Then she began to move and stepped out to the bitter rain.

The bitterness of the bitter rain and the heartbeat also suddenly stopped.

At this moment, in his literacy, Zhao Xiangxi’s heart turned into the hardest object in the world, and his power into Zhao Xiang’s body could not compete with her strength.

A bang.

There was a huge roar in this empty palace.

A white fist, with a horrible wave of air, expands at an alarming rate in the pupils of the bitter rain.

The bitter rain screamed low, and the strength of the body rushed out. Two small cyan swords emerged from his hands and squatted on the white fist.

Ka!

However, in the next moment, the two small cyan swords turned into two meteors and flew backwards to somewhere. His arms were broken and his chest bones were counted.

Boom!

His body flew several dozen feet and slammed on the ground.

Zhao Xiangyu gently closed his fist.

Her fists look very sweet and soft, but in the first time, it is one of the most terrible weapons in the world.

The bitter rain continually coughed up blood, and he was shocked to say nothing.

"Now you should understand why I said that you are wrong."

Zhao Xiangyu looked at him, his long eyelashes trembled and said with a slight sigh: "You should understand now why the emperor has always loved me the most, why he is willing to put the future of the entire Chu Dynasty into my In the hand."

"Because..." She looked at her fist with a sly look. Man said: "Because my hand can be very soft, but it can be very hard...because I am the strongest person except the whole big Chu. ""

(I returned to Beijing again... This chapter is on the high-speed rail. I haven’t been lazy recently. Besides playing the game of ice-breaking God yesterday, it’s really good. I played 25 yesterday. Level. I have the time to throw it in and hang up, everyone is interested to go inside and add a variety of shackles, but remember to be a vertical and horizontal server, the home page can be opened.) r1058

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