Liang Lian's body is as cold as iron.

All his eyebrows and hair were frozen like steel needles.

A thin layer of cream formed on his skin, emitting a blue-black luster.

The entire Hulang Northern Army Central Army camp became the real Nine Netherworld Realm.

Liang Lian's eyes fell on his hands.

Looking at the frozen cracks on his skin on his hands, feeling the killing of this sword energy that was actually the coldest in the world in his body, and feeling the internal injuries that suddenly became more serious. His expression was just blindly indifferent, but he felt that it was not in his heart - novel explanation.

The camp was naturally not allowed to enter this central military area.

But such a Ju Han has the same harm to any practitioner who enters... If this Miss Gongsun wants to hold on to the person she loved and hated deeply, she doesn't want to see him leave Changling, and there will be no chance to kill him in the future.

So after the old lady from Gongsun’s family retreated, who else could enter here to kill him?

Who else would stand by her side in the entire Changling and kill him?

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The corners of his eyes were frozen, but they were immediately frozen by the cold air, as if they were painted a red eyeliner.

In the blue and black wind and snow, a figure suddenly appeared, carrying a box.

The box was covered with blue and black ice crystals, which looked very big, like a coffin.

This is a teenager.

A teenager who shouldn't have been here, but should have been elsewhere.

Military information often returns the fastest.

Liang Lian did not leave the military camp, but he also knew the final result of the battle that just ended.

In the military report, the boy was seriously injured.

Liang Lian's eyes slowly opened wide, and the corners of his eyes were a little cracked again.

He seemed to have discovered something particularly ridiculous and couldn't help laughing.

Then he looked at the boy seriously and asked, "Nine-Dead Silkworm?"

This boy is Ding Ning.

He seemed impossible to appear here, but he appeared in such a wind and snow.

He was not coughing up blood.

Moreover, the blizzard around him did not cause any substantial damage to him, but seemed to fill some dry areas in his body.

Ding Ning's face was a little pale.

But he was calm, breathing smoothly, and exuded an unprecedented sense of power.

At this time, he was even more sharp and powerful than when fighting with the palace maid surnamed Rong.

At this time, he was a sword that was completely unsheathed.

"Being on the pretext of serious injury, then come and kill me. In this way, no one wants to think that it is you, especially if I die at the hands of the Nine Death Silkworm and the descendant of that person, you will be even more clear about it."

Before Ding Ning spoke, Liang Lian shook his head, and said softly as if he was mocking, and as if he was admiring: "Never thought of you as the descendant of the Nine Death Silkworm. It was such a wonderful plan to count birds with one stone. It is worthy of being the descendant of that person."

Ding Ning looked at him quietly, finally pursed her lips slightly, and said, "No one would have thought that a groom from that day would become General Liang today by selling friends for honor."

Liang Lianleng said sarcastically: "Does the groom have to be a groom?"

Ding Ning shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, but you should die if you use this method to become General Liang."

"I really admire you."

Liang Lian raised his head and said sincerely: "That man even found the successor is so powerful... If I die, who would have thought that you would have come to assassinate me? Who would have thought that you would have killed two great enemies in a row in one day? But if you want to complete such a plan, you must be able to kill me first."

"After all, I am a general who is only short of military merit and has no title of marquis."

After a pause, Liang Lian laughed, and the blue and black ice chips on his face fell, "I am a practitioner in the seventh realm, and after all, I am not a palace maid."

Ding Ning shook his head, looked at the general who was full of cold and irony, and sincerely corrected his statement: "He is a seriously injured practitioner."

"When the chill has reached its strongest, it will turn from thick to lighter. It is the best time to take action. What are you waiting for?"

Liang Lian restrained his smile and looked at the ice-like box behind Ding Ning and Ding Ning, "I'm also very curious. What other means can you have after you have used so many means? Is the sword intent? Is the sword intent of Miss Gongsun at this time? Then the blizzard dissipates. Can my army outside kill invade me?"

The general's battle is not only about cultivation, but also about attacking the heart.

However, this is of no use to Ding Ning.

Since Ce Leng overnight, Bai Shanshui, Changsun Qianxue, and more such amazing figures in the world have been willing to become his plan's pawns, for him, he is just following the plan.

When Liang Lian spoke to his heart, he knew that Liang Lian was about to take action, and then he accurately took action before Liang Lian.

The iron box like an ice coffin behind him cracked and opened for an inch.

The Mohua Sword flew out from it, and several shadows on the sword's body dissipated.

Liang Lianran looked back suddenly.

In the wind and snow, a sword intent has already broken through the air from behind him!

He couldn't understand, but his power had subconsciously burst out from his hands.

There was a dull sound.

His body shook.

With a thud, a black wave of water poured down, and instantly turned into countless ice beads and fell on the ground behind him.

He slowly withdrew the unpretentious sword behind him, a wisp of blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, and instantly frozen on his face.

"Sword-driven intent."

"This is Bai Shanshui's sword intent."

Liang Lian looked at Ding Ning in the wind and snow ahead and spoke slowly.

"You have a good grasp of the timing... Bai Shanshui just used a sword, so this sword intent is very strong...what else do you have?"

He wanted to see what Ding Ning had, but naturally he would not wait foolishly for Ding Ning to use all the means one by one.

The sword in his hand seemed to have no movement, but with a sniff, the wind and snow in the sky broke a corner, and a terrifying aura condensed like a stick, like the meaning of heaven's punishment, and it smashed down extremely arrogantly.

This is the power of the seven realms.

Ding Ning's body made a lot of bursting sounds, and logically speaking, he shouldn't even move at this time.

However, at this moment, countless silkworms sounded in his body.

On his surface, countless stars of light visible to the naked eye surged, like countless real dense silkworms.

Countless rustling sounds sounded in the air.

The true energy in Ding Ning's body flowed out extremely steadily.

A sharp hissing sound came from the iron box behind him, full of fear.

Then the iron box opened several feet.

A new blizzard was generated as the Xuanshuang energy in the iron box exploded desperately.

The countless fine silkworms that permeated Ding Ning's body also opened their mouths at the same time, spewing out the wind and snow that had been absorbed by Changsun Qianxue for more than ten years.

It's like all the constraints are untied.

This is true presumptuousness.

Ding Ning's sword intent is also the unrestrained one.

As the Mohua Sword Flying, all these vitality changed in the world that had been in front of him several feet, and turned into a sword intent that Liang Lian could not understand and felt unattainable.

All his arrogance and confidence disappeared.

He began to understand his mistakes.

"you…"

He wanted to speak out.

But because of great fear, his voice tapes were so trembling that he could not speak.

Ding Ning's sword has not yet been fully released.

There was a burst of noise.

All the cold swords in his body flew out.

These small swords flew straight out, but no longer belonged to one point, but brought out straight lines.

Each line is a unique charm.

The newly formed snowstorm belongs to these talismans.

Then all the power changes and turns into a sword light.

A sword light that Liang Lian had seen before.

If he was not seriously injured and could completely use the power of the seventh realm, he should be able to catch it.

However, at this time he could clearly sense that his strength was a little short.

Only one line is missing, life and death are divided.

This sword is called Yishitian.

Liang Lian's sword intent has also completely burst out.

The sword in his hand was still moving forward, but a blood line had appeared in his eyebrows.

A bloodline that is constantly expanding.
Chapter completed!