The Sword Dynasty

"It turns out that you are not..."

Liang Lian decided to look at Ding Ning, and then he pulled out a drop of blood in his eyebrows and fell backwards.

At the moment of falling, his skin surface was once again filled with blue and black ice and snow, but this time the ice and snow did not simply stay on his body surface, but broke into his skin.

When he fell to the ground, he had become a blue-black ice sculpture.

This life has gone through countless battles, many times the generals who have climbed out of the dead and are not dead, and finally die.

He doesn't want to die in the novel.

However, he eventually died before leaving Changling.

No one heard the contents of his last sentence, and no one knew what kind of secret was hidden in his last sentence.

Ding Ning back cover his lips and nose.

His hand was already holding a thick piece of cotton cloth.

At the moment the cotton cloth came into contact with his lips and nose, a blood spurted out of his mouth.

He is not breathable.

Blood spewed from the nose and mouth, but he was completely covered with this thick cotton cloth.

The blood froze the cotton cloth, and he didn't even have a trace of blood on the ground in front of him.

His gaze is a bit fuzzy.

Every time he breathes, it feels like a knife is scratching his chest, and the knife seems to be covered with fine steel needles, deep into the sternum.

It’s just that he is very happy.

He smiled and vomited blood.

"The sword of Bai Shan Shui...The strength of Chang Sunshue, and the waiting for so many years, can only finally kill you, can you not die?"

He looked at Liang Lian's body with great satisfaction, and then began to breathe again and began to run.

He began to run to the edge of the snowstorm.

There is a pool of horses to drink.

At this time, the water in the pool had all disappeared, and only one land broke into the underground Yin River.

......

The carriage ran wildly towards the countryside of Changling.

The long-term grandson shallowly closed his eyes and leaned against the cushion of the carriage.

In that short moment, she has forced all the forces in her body, so at this time she has no difference from ordinary people.

But her realm is still there.

Her perception is still stronger than the vast majority of Changling practitioners.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked up, even though her eyes were all covered by the carriage roof, but her beautiful and trepidated face was still full of angry expressions.

There was a gust of flame in the extremely high sky.

A pale spark of fire fell from the endless void.

"This has nothing to do with you."

"This sword of Zheng Sleeve is because of me, not because of you."

However, at this time, the driver who drove the carriage turned around and whispered to her.

Then the body of this short-sized driver flew out of the front of the car and plunged straight to the side of the hill.

The carriage continued to run along the road, and soon a driver drove from the woodland beside the road and landed in the front of the carriage.

The anger of the long-haired Sunshine face did not disappear, but perceived the whereabouts of the spark, she completely realized why Ding Ning must let all her true elements and vitality not leave.

Losing all the breath, the Queen, who is returning to the palace, can no longer perceive her.

"You know her too!"

However, only in the next moment of awakening, the anger on her face is even worse.

At this time, the anger on her face seemed very simple, purely like a girl who had never been in the world.

The little coachman has reached the hill on one side.

The hills are not high, but there are many trees.

When the little coachman began to truly reveal his breath on the hill, all the trees on the hill began to turn red and then burned.

The short-sized coachman looked up to the sky.

The pale spark of the sky in the sky has been visible to the naked eye, falling towards the mountain.

The flame of all the mixed trees is accompanied by the breath of the driver, and it is unyielding and firm.

The entire hill became a flood furnace.

A blazing furnace that is difficult to describe in words.

All the flames are out of the burning tree.

These miscellaneous trees are burning, the branches turn into black charcoal, and then quickly turn red and turn into white ash, but all the flames are removed and gathered at the top of the mountain, along with the driver. Fanatic warfare, condensed into a fire sword, greeted the pale flame without any temperature in the sky.

With a bang, there was another thunder in the sky.

Before, whether it was the burning of the flames of this small hill, or the fall of a tiny pale spark in the sky, it was too far and small for Changling, but when this thunder thundered in the air, all Changling people I saw the huge flames of the two groups in the highlands of this country.

A pale, spread out, like a holy white lotus.

A fiery red, rolling, like a hot red iron.

Just looking at the fiery flame in the distance, many of Changling’s practitioners’ faces suddenly became ugly.

They know that only one place of the practitioner can use such a sword.

On the top of the hill, the blue silk on the head of the little coachman was flying in a mess, and it was reflected by the fire in the sky above that her hair was red.

The ground outside her is full of ashes, but her eyes are unspeakable, her feelings are like a phoenix reborn.

In Changling City, the Queen of the Phoenix Island did not look up even in the thunder, but the cold look in her eyes was heavy, just like a thin layer of autumn frost.

After many years, she began to feel real anger again.

The surname of the palace is dead.

Xu Zengqin is dead.

In the perception, the Lianglian in the snowstorm should also die.

These people who have always worked for her or have worked hard for her all died in one day. The Zhao Jian, who was once her defeated, actually caught her sword...just her anger is not only this.

Miss Gong Sunjia, Yunshui Palace Bai Shanshui, and Zhao Jian furnace... Her anger is that these people seem to be pinched together by the invisible hands.

This made her feel familiar in the invisible and felt that the person still existed.

These years, such as the destiny, it is her who is firmly in charge of Changling.

After the decision of the year was made, that person was already a memory that could not be remembered for her.

All the sweetness of the past has become a shame after the evening of the song that has already been decided.

Now the palace ladies are dead.

That person is also dead.

No one should know that night.

But does the middle-aged tea master know?

Who is the string of bones that was discharged?

Her body has not changed.

But Feng Qi is beginning to tremble.

In the high altitude, many sparks drifted out of disorder.

......

In the thunder of the sky, the net glass of meditation outside the medical hall looked up.

She saw the two flames in the distant sky and was shocked to breathe again.

She knew that there were other major things happening in the distance.

Also at this moment, like the epiphany, she wants to understand what is wrong.

She saw the change of the frosty insect.

That frosty insect must be able to give Ding Ning a great boost.

However, in the entire battle of the surrogate mother, she did not see Ding Ning using the mysterious insect.

With her understanding of Ding Ning, Ding Ning is absolutely impossible to make mistakes, and miss anything that can be used at hand.

Without any hesitation, Ye Framean has not reflected the emotional changes on her face, and her figure has disappeared at the gate of the hospital.

She entered the medical hall and passed through the two courtyards as quickly as possible until the room with the strongest smell of the drug.

Then, when the person inside made a screaming scream, her hand had fallen on the door of the room, and the door of the room was naturally separated.

When she saw the inner situation, she was embarrassed.

The bed on the bed was full of blood, and Ding Ning was awake.

A doctor looked at her with anger, and a fire was coming out of his eyes.

The net glass was silent for a time of breathing, and then the apologetic micro-decapitation exited the door and took the door with you.

(Today said that I want two more, but this chapter is finished, the time is a little too late, so tomorrow will be more.)