Medical Sovereign

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Thus, the poor sword is a tragedy.

Ding Ning had long seen that the goods that jumped up and down were not pleasing to the eye, and how could he let him go.

what!

Between the sword and the sword, before people reacted, they heard a scream of screaming.

The sword destroyed the blood and dyed the sky, and the headless body slammed into the seat of the Holy Sword Villa. The blood splattered and sprayed Jiang Wenjian with a full face.

"No, it's impossible? How could he harden me with a sword but nothing?"

But Jiang Wenjian couldn’t take care of the other at the moment, and he was staring at the unscrupulous Ding Ning’s unbelievable whisper.

All of this is long, but it actually happened in the electric light and flint. The whole scene was silent, and it was in a dead silence. Everyone was shocked and looked at Ding Ning. I wondered how he did it.

That is a sword of the mighty sect of the sacred martial arts. Even if it is suppressed by the sacred martial arts, it is much stronger than the attack made by the general Tianwu.

After all, when you arrive at the holy martial arts, you have completely separated from the mortal category, surpassing the innateness and entering another higher level of life. Even the spiritual power in the body will change qualitatively and be promoted to divine power.

Ding Ning, a beautiful aerial rotation, with the strength of Jiang Jianjian's sword, the volley flew back to the Qingyun security, and fell steadily on the red donkey, his face calm and calm.

If it weren't for the clothes behind him, the sword was smothered with a long-sounding certificate, as if nothing had happened.

"This is worthy of my shot."

The Guardian Thirteen Lang finally no longer wiped his sword, and the whole body’s warfare was constantly rising. A pair of eyes eager to fight stared at Ding Ning, and the light-savvy sword actually followed his war. No wind and self-sufficiency, making a sound of screaming.

Ding Ning seems to have some feelings. He looks at the position of the Guardian Thirteen Lang. He looks at his provocative eyes, and his mouth smacks a disdainful arc. He turns his head and is too lazy to take care of him.

Isn't it the spirit of the gods to raise the sword spirit, or the first thing that doesn't have much intelligence? The most important grades are barely able to enter the category of the Chinese spirit, and even the artifacts in the brothers are obliterated. What's so good in front of people? As for staring at the brother with the look of dissatisfaction?

"He must have worn a scorpion, so he can be harmless under that sword."

Because Han Wuyang, the strongman of the Holy Doctor’s Gate, was spiked, Li Cong was scared, and he was always quiet and low-key.

But at this moment, he still couldn't help but say his own speculation. After all, Ding Ning could block Jiang Wenjian's sword and it was too unscathed to be unscathed.

"A good life and death, even the soul did not escape?"

Jiang asked that the forehead of the forehead was bulging, and his eyes were cracked, and his eyes were staring at Ding Ning’s resentful remarks.

Everyone has the same feeling, revealing the sadness of the rabbit's dead fox. Yes, the sword is used to kill the martial arts. If it is not suppressed in the enchantment, it will be ruined.

Night Qing Xuan took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with greed, and could block the spirit of Jiang Jianjian, but it was a good thing.

But she is not a brainless idiot. I know that when Ding Ning is in the limelight, I want to kill him and avenge his sister. First of all, protect yourself and then slowly.

Yan Tiejian looked at Ding Ning with no fear, and his mouth was slightly upturned. He said: "I don't know where you got the news, but I can guarantee that this is not my family."

"Oh, if that's the case, then don't blame me for not coming back."

Jiang Wenjian is also playing drums. Within this enchantment, he is not sure that he can kill Ding Ning who has a soft armor. Now he can only say the scene first, and then come back and find an opportunity to get rid of this scourge.

"Let's be merciful? Hahaha, Jiang Wenjian, you are still so hypocritical, why have you been in love with my beggars?"

The irony sword is full of ridiculous ridicule.

Jiang Wenjian’s old face was red, and he did not want to make a squabble with him at this time. He opened his face with a cold face and said: “It’s not too late, or it’s time to hold the opening ceremony of the Wuren Conference.”

"Old ancestors, did you let go of that little beast?"

"I also asked my ancestors to take revenge for Master?"

"Old ancestors..."

......

The disciples of the swords and the disciples of the Swordsman Mountain are all filled with anger and anger.

"Shut up, the hatred of extinction must be reported, but now is not the time, it is important to hold the military assembly first."

Jiang Wenjian’s eyes screamed and screamed. The disciples suddenly stunned and bit their lips and bowed their heads. They were filled with dissatisfaction with this greedy and fearful ancestor, but they dared not say more.

Yan Tiejian’s mouth twitched with a smear of color, and ridiculed himself: “Ning is taking it straight, not asking for it, no wonder that a mountain village is getting more and more declining.”

Jiang Wenjian was even more ugly by his ironic face. Kendo practiced, and he was obsessed with indomitableness and never feared any strong enemy.

Once the sacred swords of the sacred swords and mountains, even the original sacred knives must look at the three points, but with the holy sword mountain occupies the position of the holy gate, by the countless sects of worship, the time of pampering is too long, has been developed The problem of self-importance.

Whenever you encounter something, you don’t dare to easily provoke the signboard of the holy gate. This makes the kendo spirit of the holy sword mountain village gradually ruined in the respected and comfortable life. The generation is not as good as the generation, in the surviving with the holy knife. Gradually falling into the storm.

Although the survivors of the Holy Ghost are rarely born, they have never feared anyone. Even if they are in a weak position, they will never retreat. Not only will they not fall, but they will become stronger and stronger.

This forced the Shengjian Villa to be tied with the holy doctor's door to compete with the Sanctuary's bereaved, and also developed the habit of relying on the holy medicine to improve the habit of cultivation, so that the Holy Spirit Mountain has gradually become a holy doctor. The first goal is the momentum.

This is the fact that Jiang Wenjian is very clear about the facts, so even if the iron sword is hard to hear, he can only turn a deaf ear and pretend not to hear.

"Jing Qiang heavy, to measure the weight of the kid."

Yan Tiejian saw Jiang Wenjian pretend to be a tortoise, and a long-haired young man who was quite bored after the rush was told.

"Yes!"

The long-haired youth faceless, and the fearless color swaggered toward Ding Ning.

Jiang Wenjian's face became even more ugly, and the Holy Sword Mountain Villa was frightened, and the disciples of the Holy Swordsman had to challenge Ding Ning at this time. This is a naked face.

Of course, he is also very clear in his heart that Yan Tiejian is a shot, not only to sweep the face of Shengjian Villa, but also other factors.

First, there is no cause for the wind to come. The iron sword still attaches great importance to whether the knives are leaking out. He wants to let Jing Qiang force out the knife method of Ding Ning. Second, although the sacred knife is not afraid of things, he has never been willing to do anything. I am even more reluctant to take a black pot for Ding Ning, so I took the opportunity to show that Ding Ning is not a disciple of the Holy Grail.

Jing Qiang has been slow, but as he stepped out every step of the way, his momentum will be stronger and he will exert tremendous pressure.

Ding Ning stared at him slowly, and he secretly sighed with a strong voice. The Sanctuary is not the first holy gate. Anyone who sends a person can bring him a threat.

Where did he know that the iron sword sent by Jing Tiejian was also well thought out, but he was the strongest of the survivors of the Holy Grail.

He personally shot and won't be glory. It is a big bully and a small victory. Send other people to shoot it. He is worried that Ding Ning will not do it. If he goes to the white dish, he will lose the face of the beggar.

Therefore, after thinking twice, it is only possible to send Jing Qianzhong, the second master, to give Ding Ning enough pressure to force his knife.

"Show your knife."

Jing Qianzhong, under the eyes of the public, finally stood opposite Ding Ning, and his cold face showed a fascinating color.

When he saw Ding Ning's easy killing of the sword, he tickles. He hates to play with Ding Ning. Now that the opportunity is coming, how can he not be excited?

Ding Ning blinked and felt extremely uncomfortable about his arrogance. He said: "If you want me to get out of the knife, I have to see that you are not enough."

Jing Qianzhong is a martial art, cold and boring, and he is not annoyed by the words. It is only a matter of course: "If you don't have a knife, I am afraid you have no chance to get a knife."

"Hahaha, I have seen madness, I have never seen such a madness. I have to look at it. You have any ability to let me have no chance to get a knife."

Ding Ning was extremely angry and laughed, and Jing Qianzhong’s arrogance completely angered him.

"If this is the case, then as you wish."

Jing Qianzhong said coldly.

"And slow!"

Suddenly a voice broke the atmosphere of the scene, and people looked at it.

I saw the Guardian Thirteen Lang, who was wearing a samurai suit, holding his sword slowly, stepping on the raft on his feet, and walking towards them with a sway.

"You want to die?"

Jing Qianzhong has already prepared to take out the knife, but he was interrupted by the Guardian Thirteen Lang. His mood was very unsatisfactory, and he asked coldly and sternly.

The guardian Thirteen Lang’s mouth twitched, and his heart was annoyed, forcing his inner anger, maintaining a calm mind, and arrogantly saying: “I wanted to see the swordsmanship of the Holy Sword Villa. Unfortunately, they were vulnerable and let I am too disappointed. Although you are using a knife, you are barely able to be my opponent. I don't want to wait for you to lose both sides, even an opponent can't find it."

As the saying goes, the whole scene suddenly falls into a dead silence, Nima, where the little devils are so arrogant.

Especially the people of the Holy Sword Villa, the face is black and carbon-like, especially this is simply disdain for their holy sword villa.

Ding Ning knife and sword will not be said, it is definitely a difficult role, and Jing Qianzhong can dare to stand up at this time, which is enough to show that he has the confidence that he is definitely not weaker than Ding Ning.

Ding Ning and Jing Qianzhong are all stunned, this little devil is not stupid? Or does he have absolute self-confidence, dare not put the two of their peers in the eye?

"If you are afraid, let's go together."

The guardian Thirteen Lang’s mouth is slightly tilted, and his heart feels very happy. Yes, this is his purpose. He wants to step on the feet of the world’s people with the attention of the world’s people, telling the world, Who is the first genius of the young generation of the martial arts world.

"Is this product kicked by the brain?"

Ding Ning woke up to God and said with a sneer.

Jing Qianzhong thought deeply, and for the first time, the unsmiling face showed a disdainful color: "Is the Fusang devil wanting to be famous and want to be crazy?"

"You came or came to me, I sent it out early, it was not too late, and the military conference should be held."

Ding Ning said lazily.

"I am coming, you have just fought, you are not glorious when you win, wait, I will pick up this stupid and come to you."

Jing Qianzhong did not put the Guardian Thirteen Lang in his eyes, and said calmly.

"Be careful not to turn the boat in the gutter, hurry, don't let me wait too long."

Ding Ning shrugged his shoulders. He knew that Jing Qianzhong, who was talking about it, would be contemptuous, but it would not be vague to start, but it was kindly reminded.

Who made the Guardian Thirteen Lang, the deputy king, the first man, his second arrogance, made him look very disrespectful.