The Sword Dynasty

Liang Lian was as cold as iron.

His eyebrows and hair were frozen like steel needles.

A thin layer of cream formed on his skin, exuding a blue-black gloss.

The entire Tiger and Wolf North Army Central Army Camp became the real Nine Nether Nether.

Liang Lian's eyes fell on his own hands.

Looking at the cracks in the skin of his hands, I felt that this is actually the world's coldest sword gas in his body, feeling the internal injuries that suddenly became more serious. His face was only blindly indifferent, but his heart was Youran is puzzled.

The embargo is naturally to prevent those of your subordinates from entering this military area.

It’s just that this kind of drama cold has the same harm to any practitioners who enter...If this Miss Gongsun is trying to hold her flat for the person she loved and hated, then don’t want to see him leave Changling, There will be no chance to kill him in the future.

Then, after the old lady of the grandson's family retreated, who else can enter here to kill him?

Throughout the Changling, among those people, who else will stand beside her and enter here to kill him?

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The corners of his eyes were frozen and cracked, but he was immediately frozen by the cold, as if drawing a red eyeliner.

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

The box was filled with blue and black ice crystals, which looked large, like a coffin.

This is a teenager.

A teenager who was not supposed to be here, but somewhere else.

Military intelligence often pays the fastest.

Liang Lian did not leave the barracks, but he already knew the final result of the war that had just ended.

In the military intelligence report, the teenager was seriously injured.

Liang Lian's eyes widened slowly, and the corners of his eyes cracked again.

He seemed to find something particularly ridiculous, and couldn't help laughing.

Then he looked at the teenager seriously and asked, "Nine dead silkworms?"

This teenager is Ding Ning.

He seemed impossible to appear here, but he just appeared in such a snowstorm.

He is not coughing up blood.

And the surrounding snowstorm did not cause substantial damage to him, but seemed to fill up some dry places in his body.

Ding Ning looked pale.

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

At this time, he was sharper and stronger than when he was fighting with the surname Rong.

At this time, he is a sword completely out of the sheath.

"Fake a serious injury, and then come to kill me. Then no one wants you at all, especially if I die in the hands of the nine dead silkworms, and in the hands of that person's heirs, you will be more clear about the relationship."

Before Ding Ning said, Liang Lian shook his head, and said softly like mocking and admiring: "No one will ever think of you as the heir to the nine dead silkworms. It is really a wonderful plan for one bird in a stone. It is indeed that one. Heir to people."

Ding quietly looked at him, and finally his lips twitched slightly, and said: "No one would think that a horseman of the day will rely on selling friends to be honored and become General Liang today."

Liang Lian said sarcastically: "A horseman must be a horseman?"

Ding Ning shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, but it would be damn to become General Liang in this way."

"I really appreciate you."

Liang Lian raised his head and said sincerely: "That man is so powerful even the founder... If I were to die, who would have thought that you were assassinated by you, who would have thought that you had two hands in a row 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 has military merits and no enemies."

After a pause, Liang Lian laughed, and the blue and black ice crumbs on his face fell, "I am a practitioner in the Seven Realms, after all, not a maid."

Ding Ning shook his head, looking at the ironic general, and sincerely corrected his statement: "I am a seriously injured practitioner."

"The chill has reached its strongest point, and then it will change from strong to weak. It is the best time to shoot. What are you waiting for?"

Liang Lian narrowed his smile and looked at the ice-coffin-like box behind Ding Ning and Ding Ning. "I'm also curious. After you have used so many methods, what else can you do? Yu Jianyi, Yu At this moment Miss Gongsun's sword intention, and then the snowstorm dissipated, can I let the outside army come in?"

The generals fight not only for cultivation, but also for attacking.

However, this is of little use to Ding Ning.

Since the policy has been cold all night, Bai Shanshui and Chang Sun Qianxue, and many more such amazing people have become willing to become pawns in his plan, then for him at this time, it is just acting according to the plan.

When Liang Lian spoke to attack his heart, he already knew that Liang Lian was about to shoot, and then he accurately grabbed before Liang Lian.

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

At the end of the battle, Suehua's sword flew out, and several shadows on the sword dissipated.

Liang Lian Huo Ran looked back.

In the blizzard, a sword intention has broken through from behind his back!

He was difficult to understand, but the force had subconsciously sputtered from his hands.

A mumble.

His body shook.

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

He slowly withdrew the unpretentious long sword that lay behind him, a ray of blood spewed from the corner of his mouth, and it instantly froze on his face.

"Yu Jianyi."

"This is the sword of Bai Shanshui."

Liang Lian looked at Ding Ning in the wind and snow ahead and slowly made a sound.

"Your timing is too good... Bai Shanshui just used a 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 wait for Ding Ning to use all the methods one by one.

The sword in his hand didn't seem to have any movement, but with a snort, the wind and snow in the sky had a cracked corner, and a terrifying atmosphere condensed like a stick, like the punishment of heaven, and it fell down extremely arrogantly.

This is the power of the Seven Realms.

Ding Ning's body made a lot of crackling sounds, and logically he should not be able to move at this time.

However, it was at this time that countless silkworm sounds had sounded in his body.

Numerous light stars visible to the naked eye rose on his surface, like countless real dense silkworms.

There were countless rustling sounds in the air.

The true elements in Ding Ning's body flowed out extremely stably.

There was a sharp hiss in the iron box behind him, full of fear.

Then the iron box opened a few feet.

A new blizzard was generated with the desperate explosion of Xuan Shuang's vitality in the iron box.

Innumerable fine silkworms permeating Ding Ning's body surface also opened their mouths at the same time, blowing out the wind and snow absorbed by Shuangxiu and his elder Sun Qingxue for more than ten years.

It's like the shackles are all loosened.

This is true presumptuousness.

Ding Ning's sword intentions are also presumptuous.

With the flying of the end sword of the end of the flower, all these vitalities changed in the world a few feet before him, becoming a sword meaning that Liang Lian could not understand at all, and felt that he could not reach it.

All his arrogance and confidence disappeared.

He began to understand his mistakes.

"you…"

He wanted to speak out.

But because of the great fear, he actually trembles his voice without making a sound.

Ding Ning's sword has not yet been exhausted.

There was a loud noise.

The cold sword in his body also flew out.

These little swords flew straight out, but no longer belong to one point, but brought out a straight line.

Each line is a unique symbol.

The newly formed snowstorm is attributed to these signs.

Then all the forces change and become a sword light.

A sword light that Liang Lian had seen before.

If this sword light was not seriously wounded and he could use the power of the Seven Realms completely, he should be able to catch it.

However, at this time he could clearly perceive that his strength was a little worse.

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

This sword is called Yixiantian.

Liang Lian's sword intentions have also been thoroughly sprayed out.

The sword in his hand still maintained a forward posture, but a line of blood had appeared in his eyebrows.

An expanding blood line.