Liang Lian was as cold as iron.
His eyebrows and hair were all frozen like steel needles.
A thin layer of frost formed on his skin, exuding a blue-black luster.
The entire camp of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army's middle army became the real Nine Netherworld Realm.
Liang Lian's eyes fell on his hands.
Looking at the cracks on the skin of his hands, feeling the killing of this cold sword energy in his body, feeling those internal injuries that suddenly became more serious, his face was just blindly indifferent, but his heart was full of indifference. I feel puzzled.
The closure of the camp naturally prevents his subordinates from entering the central military area.
It's just that such a severe cold has the same harm to any practitioner who enters... If this Miss Gongsun wants to complain about the person she loved and hated deeply back then, and doesn't want to see him leave Changling, There will be no chance of killing him in the future.
Then after the eldest lady of Gongsun's family retreated, who else could enter here and kill him
In Changling, among those people, who else would stand by her and enter here to kill him
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The corners of his eyes were cracked by the cold, but they were immediately frozen by the cold, as if a line of red eyeliner had been painted on them.
In the blue-black snowstorm, a figure suddenly appeared, carrying a box.
The box was covered with blue-black ice crystals and looked huge, like a coffin.
This is a teenager.
A teenager who shouldn't be here, should be somewhere else.
Military intelligence often returns the fastest.
Liang Lian did not leave the barracks, but he already knew the final result of the battle that just ended.
In the military intelligence report, the teenager was seriously injured.
Liang Lian's eyes slowly widened, and the corners of his eyes were cracked again.
As if he had discovered something particularly ridiculous, he couldn't help laughing.
Then he looked at the boy seriously and asked, "Nine dead silkworms?"
This boy is Ding Ning.
It seemed impossible for him to appear here, but he just appeared in such a snowstorm.
He is not coughing up blood.
Moreover, the surrounding blizzard did not cause any substantial damage to him, but instead seemed to fill up some dry places in his body.
Ding Ning's complexion was a little pale.
But he was calm, his breathing was smooth, and he exuded an unprecedented power.
At this time, he was sharper and stronger than when he was fighting with the maid named Rong.
At this time, he is a sword completely unsheathed.
"Pretend to be seriously injured, and then come to kill me. In this way, no one will think that it is you, especially if I die at the hands of the nine-dead silkworm, or at the hands of that person's successor, you will be even more clear of the responsibility."
Before Ding Ning could say anything, Liang Lian shook his head, and said softly as if mocking and appreciating: "In the future, no one will think that you are the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm. It is really a wonderful plan to count birds with one stone. It is indeed the one successor of man."
Ding Tran looked at him quietly, finally parted her tight lips slightly, and said, "No one would have thought that a groom from that day would become General Liang today by selling his friends for glory."
Liang Lian sneered: "Does a groom have to be a groom?"
Ding Ning shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, but if you become General Liang in this way, you deserve to die."
"I really appreciate you."
Liang Lian raised his head, and said sincerely: "The heir that he found is so powerful... If I die, who would have thought that it was you who came to assassinate me, who would have thought that you would kill me twice in one day? A great enemy? It’s just that if you want to complete such a plan, you must first be able to kill me.”
"After all, I am now a general who only lacks military merits and has not been named a marquis."
After a pause, Liang Lian laughed until pieces of blue-black ice fell off his face, "I am a practitioner of the seventh realm, after all, I am not a court lady."
Ding Ning shook his head, looked at the sarcasm-filled general, and sincerely corrected his statement: "It's a seriously injured practitioner."
"The chill is at its strongest, and then it will turn from thick to light. It's the best time to make a move. What are you waiting for?"
Liang Lian suppressed his smile, looked at Ding Ning and the ice coffin-like box behind Ding Ning, "I'm also curious, after you have used so many means, what else can you do? Yu Jianyi, Yu Jianyi At this time, Miss Gongsun's sword intent, and then the blizzard dissipates, can I let my army outside come in?"
Great generals fight not only with cultivation, but also with the means of attacking the mind.
However, this was of no use to Ding Ning.
Since Lian Ye Ce Leng, Bai Shanshui, Changsun Qianxue, and many more people who are astonishing in the world have willingly become pawns in his plan, then for him at this time, he is only following the plan.
When Liang Lian spoke aggressively, he already knew that Liang Lian was about to make a move, and then he accurately grabbed the shot before Liang Lian.
The iron box like an ice coffin behind him clicked and opened an inch.
Mo Hua Canjian flew out of it, and the shadows on the sword dissipated.
Liang Lian suddenly looked back.
In the snowstorm, a sword intent had pierced through the air from behind him!
It was hard for him to understand, but the power had subconsciously gushed out from his hands.
There was a muffled bang.
His body shook.
With a crash, a black wave of water poured down, and instantly turned into countless ice beads and fell to the ground behind him.
He slowly retracted the unpretentious long sword lying behind him, a stream of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and froze on his face in an instant.
"Royal Sword Intent."
"This is Bai Shanshui's sword intent."
Liang Lian looked at Ding Ning in the wind and snow ahead, and spoke slowly.
"Your timing is too good... Bai Shanshui just used the sword, so this sword is very strong... What else do you have?"
He wanted to see what else Ding Ning had, but naturally he wouldn't foolishly wait for Ding Ning to use all the means one by one.
The sword in his hand didn't seem to move at all, but with a snort, the wind and snow in the sky cracked a corner, and a terrifying aura condensed like a stick, smashing down extremely brutally like the meaning of heaven's punishment.
This is the power of the seven realms.
There were many bursting sounds from Ding Ning's body. Logically speaking, he should not even be able to move at this time.
However, at this moment, countless silkworm sounds resounded from his body.
Countless stars of light visible to the naked eye surged on his surface, like countless real densely packed silkworms.
There were countless rustling sounds in the air.
The real essence in Ding Ning's body flowed out incomparably steadily.
There was a sharp hiss from the iron box behind him, full of fear.
Then the iron box opened a few feet.
A new blizzard was formed with the desperate explosion of Xuanshuang vitality in the iron box.
The countless fine silkworms pervading Ding Ning's body also opened their mouths at the same time, spewing out the wind and snow that he and his eldest grandson Qianxue had absorbed in the past ten years.
It's like all the shackles are untied.
This is real audacity.
Ding Ning's sword intent was presumptuous.
With the flying of Mo Hua Canjian, all these vitality changed in the world several feet in front of him, turning into a sword intent that even Liang Lian couldn't understand and felt unattainable.
All his arrogance and self-confidence were gone.
He began to understand his mistake.
"you… "
He wants to speak out.
But because of great fear, his vocal cords trembled so much that he couldn't make a sound.
Ding Ning's sword has not been exhausted yet.
Chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi
All the small cold swords in his body flew out.
These small swords flew straight out, but they no longer returned to a single point, but brought out straight lines.
Each line is a unique rune.
The newly formed blizzard belongs to these talismans.
Then all the power changed and turned into a sword light.
A sword light that Liang Lian had seen before.
If he was not seriously injured and could fully use the power of the seventh realm, he should be able to catch this sword light.
However, at this moment, he could clearly perceive that his strength was a little weaker.
Only a thin line is needed to divide life and death.
This sword is called Yixiantian.
Liang Lian's sword intent has also been completely gushed out.
The sword in his hand was still moving forward, but a line of blood had already appeared between his brows.
An ever-expanding line of blood.