"Let's go! I'll take you there."

Ding Ning followed Zhang Jun to a hidden valley, with a bales of earth isolated on it, which was Li Xiaoyao's grave.

Zhang Jun pointed to the earthen bag and said, "That is Senior Brother Li's grave. He failed to survive the tribulation and survive, so he asked me to bury him here."

"Master!"

Ding Ning quickly walked to the grave, looked at the earthbow with complicated eyes, then knelt down and kowtowed a few times, saying, "Xiao Liu is unfilial, I have not been able to accompany you through the last time. Even kowtowing is so late..."

When Li Xiaoyao passed away, it took him a long time to realize that it was too late.

"Xiao Ning, Senior Brother Li won't blame you. He has a spirit in the sky. You want him to see your achievements. This Zhuxian Sword is left to you by the Shadow King. I hope you can master it as soon as possible, and you and I can go to the border together to help your third senior sister."

"Okay!" Ding Ning kowtowed to Li Xiaoyao again before standing up and taking over an ancient cloth bag.

Ding Ning carefully opened the cloth bag and looked carefully. He found that there was only a small sword inside, not as long as a palm.

Although the Zhuxian Sword is small, it can emit a powerful edge. You can imagine how powerful its power is. Compared with its own God-Slaying Blade, it is definitely a transcendent existence.

The cloth bag also records the control technique studied by Shadow King.

"Xiao Ning, master it as soon as possible, but there is no burden. The frontier needs your support."

"Um!"

Because of the experience of the God-Slaying Flying Blade, it was not difficult for Ding Ning to master the Zhuxian Sword. He forced blood out of his fingertips and dripped it on the Zhuxian Sword. Soon, the blood was absorbed by the Zhuxian Sword and became in touch with Ding Ning.

Ding Ning immediately sat cross-legged, integrated these methods, and quickly mastered these techniques.

Soon, seven days passed, and Ding Ning suddenly felt a sense of crisis. With a thought, the Zhuxian Sword was suspended in the air and dispersed into the Zhuxian Nine Swords. The terrifying sword light seemed to be able to break through the sky and was magnificent.

"Go away! The battle on the frontier is about to begin."

"good!"

Zhang Jun grabbed Ding Ning's shoulder and disappeared in an instant. The two of them rushed towards the border at an extremely fast speed, flying over like two streams of light.

Along the way, Ding Ning saw the mound of Dabai again, and felt very uncomfortable. He would tell everyone about his affairs until the frontier war silenced.

The calm on the frontier ended again, and the Western army made a comeback, and was in full force, and it was bound to invade the territory of the Metropolitan.

Because of the unethical things that Hua Manlou and Dabai did, they were also angry and sent gods that were comparable to those of the Holy Lord-level powerhouses. They no longer hid in the void, but sat on their mounts with great fanfare, overtaking mid-air, exuding wireless power all over their bodies, looking down at all sentient beings from a high point.

Now more than twenty god-level powerful men appeared. They were floating in the air, and their power was so terrifying. The front-line soldiers felt a strong sense of oppression. If they were not afraid of them, they would only be the instinctive reaction given by the power emitted by the other party.

As for the Black Great Wall on the Frontier, they are not even a holy lord who can fight against the god-level powerful people, and the gap between the two sides is not an ordinary big one.

Mr. Fu said to the people of various major families, "Everyone, I believe you all understand the truth that the dead are dead. Once the cavalry of the Western army enters the capital, they will suffer from the lives of life and your life will be unstable! When life and death are at the moment, please invite the Holy Lord behind you to come out and participate in the battle!"

They looked grim and had various abacuses in their hearts. It was not that their Holy Lord would not dare to come, but if the Holy Lord died here in battle, what would they do? Wouldn't they be allowed to control it? This is not a joke.

Mr. Fu has been trying to do as good as possible. Even if the Holy Lord does not appear or participate in the war, they will fight to the death, swear to never obey and not be slaves to the country.

On the other side of the Western army, a man carrying a horse came to the outside of the Black Great Wall, floating in the sky, looking down at everyone, and said proudly, "Humble Easterners, I will give you an hour to consider surrender, otherwise we will attack and you will face a catastrophe."

"Hmph! A Westerner is so angry. Don't think we are soft persimmons. Do you believe this Taoist master can slap you with a slap?"

Ning Sirou also stepped forward and said in a cold tone, "Get back and tell others that the soldiers on the land of Jiuzhou will fall to the ground and will never give up until they fall to the last moment!"

"That is, your eight Western civilizations once thought of invading the land of our Jiuzhou, but we were still killed by us and fled in panic." An old man also sneered repeatedly.

Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure appeared between the eyebrows and eyes of the Western envoy, frowned, "It's good, you can accept the anger of our Western civilization!"

"The whole army is in line!"

Ning Sirou gave her order, millions of soldiers were ready to charge and were ready to fight at any time, and her majestic fighting spirit rushed straight into the sky.

"Grandma, I'll be the first to kill you. I won't leave any armor!" Miao Shuiqiu came to the front line wearing black gold armor and carrying a black gold axe.

Half an hour passed, another Western envoy flew over and shouted, "Hey! Our God discussed for a moment and decided to send ten young heroes to fight. I want to see how capable the younger generation on the land of Jiuzhou are. Do you dare to send someone to compete?"

The Eastern camp has no room for choice for such conditions. They either play with them or start a war, but they will undoubtedly lose.

But if time can be delayed, perhaps when the Holy Lords of various major forces go to fight, Ning Sirou will also place her hope on Ding Ning, hoping that he will return as soon as possible.

"No problem! Let's face it!"

"Okay! The people sent by both sides must not have those who are over thirty years old. Ten minutes later, we will send someone to the competition."

Both sides had a tacit understanding and did not put forward other conditions because they were very clear that no matter whether they won or lost, they were inevitable, and it was just a pastime for the East.

The West does this to give the young Western generation a chance to temper their training, and the best way is to let them fight and to take the young Eastern generation under their feet.

Few people in the younger generation in the East can take action, and they must be no more than 30 years old. Time flies, and Yun Liu'er is already in her thirties, and Mu Xueqing is even more so. Only Shao Yuxuan, Shao Shuang and Ouyang Xuewei are known.
Chapter completed!