Chapter 92： Heart of death, the meaning of cultivation

Li Qingling's words echoed in Song Ning's ears, and even she didn't even know whether she was just exploring, or she really regarded death as her home. Maybe she knew that Song Ning could resist this monster, maybe because she knew Song Ning could delay this monster. Pace, so I rushed up, everything is to stimulate Song Ning.

However, at this moment, Song Ning really rushed up. She saw that when Song Ning faced this monster, only the initial cultivation of Hui Ling, and looking back at the other party, even the pressure of spiritual force could completely crush Song Ning.

Is it ...

"Sister Tang, let's go!" Song Ning gritted his teeth. At this moment, he couldn't care what the panacea in the storage ring was, but he could grab all the things that could supplement the spiritual power.

Li Qingling's heart shook, and she finally realized that Hui Ling was Song Ning's true practice in the early days, but at this moment Song Ning was already in front of the monster, even if she wanted to save her, she couldn't save it.

"Little Brother, you ... you are not an opponent even in the early days of Hui Ling. Run, run!" Tang Yue ran to Song Ning desperately after holding her body.

Li Qingling stopped Tang Yue: "No, Song Ning has bought time for us, and we will run away. He must be able to get out of it, we ..."

Snapped!

Tang Yue opened Li Qingling's hand: "Li Qingling! I knew a few years ago that the younger brother had Huihui's early cultivation behavior, and he shouldn't be used to excite him in this way, you are hurting him! If you want to die, die together, if To be born, to be born together, if I can't even do this, I will be a monk and my sister! What is the difference between you and Liu Yi? "

Just when Tang Yue spoke, there was a shock not far away, the monster thorn, Song Ning Lingli blocked, vigorously invaded Song Ning's whole body, and knocked Song Ning back five or six feet.

Song Ning stood still, his body rolled, and the corners of his mouth were already split.

Li Qingling stood blankly, she was powerless to refute Tang Yue, and even more faceless to face what she had just done ...

Zheng!

Li Qingling's sword light flashed, she said nothing, rushed towards the monster.

Tang Yue saw this, pedaled, and left at the monster.

Song Ninggang stabilized her mind and felt that the two of them went back and forth, and suddenly shouted: "Go!"

As he spoke, a spiritual force slammed, hitting the two like a gust of wind, blocking them while pushing them back.

It was at this time that the monster punctured both hands, and the sharp thorns hit Song Ning's heart.

Buzz!

Song Ning took out the long sword from the storage ring to block.

Click.

A crack appeared on the sword, and Song Ning was hit again, but fortunately he was not stabbed.

"Young Master, don't hold on, let's walk together, walk together!" Tang Yue shouted.

Song Ning took a deep breath and stood straight.

Roar!

The monster screamed and caused a demon wind.

In the wind, Song Ning's temples were chaosed, and in the face of the impact of the demon wind, he slowly said: "Sister Tang, do you remember, my monk, what kind of responsibility did you take from the moment you set foot on the fairy road? You go first , I'll go afterwards. "

Li Qingling gritted his teeth to pull Tang Yue and fled quickly. At this moment, in the eyes of Tang Yue and Li Qingling, a weak figure was motionless in the angry wind of the wind, like a towering mountain, he was holding a long sword and facing He is almost twice as tall as a monster, without fear.

Boom!

Song Ning stepped hard and rushed towards the monster with a sword.

The spirit is infused on the long sword, he will not have any fancy moves, he will not be able to use any tricks.

Ding!

when!

The sound of collision came, but between breathing, the sound of collision was connected.

Each of Song Ning's attacks seemed to bring a trace of ice cold, and the monster's double thorns were immediately covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Human!" The monster seemed to be grinning, and it flickered, and two rows of pointed claws flew out from under its ribs. The pointed claws rushed to Song Ning, and there was a tendency to pierce Song Ning.

"If you want to kill me, I will see how you can kill me!" Song Ning roared, not retreating but moving forward, holding the sword in both hands, and slashing his head at the monster.

The sharp claws immediately changed direction and quickly returned to defense, holding Song Ning's sword three inches above the monster's head.

Song Ning retreated, and the blood in the tiger's mouth ran down the long sword.

This monster already has a cultivation practice in the middle of the foundation period. Fortunately, it does not have a spell, but the monster has no spell, so the defense and strength are extremely strong.

"She, betray you, you, protect them, is it worth it?" The monsters laughed and said to Song Ning in a sarcasm tone.

Song Ning smiled, the sarcasm in the laughter was much stronger than the monster: "Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, worthless, you will never understand."

"Death!" The monster again attacked wildly.

Every time Song Ning blocks, his arm will be hit once, and his inner bones will click, but even so, Song Ning's bones have never been vigorously damaged.

After a hundred strokes, the monster wheezed and Song Ning's arm was numb and trembling, but he didn't lose consciousness.

It can't figure it out anyway. Why did a human monk in the early spirits have such a strong skeleton, even among demons, it is rare to have such a constitution.

Song Ning's expression was indifferent. It seemed that he had already put his life and death away. He looked at the monster indifferently, facing the wind, and kept it in front of the monster.

The monster did not know the situation of Song Ning, but only felt that Song Ning could not be killed. Compared with Song Ning, those two female nuns were much more vulnerable.

laugh!

The monster walked with a foot, ‘chirping’, and ran out with a loud sound, at least twice as fast as Song Ning.

Song Ning's face finally showed a panic look. This monster is extremely powerful in terms of strength, defense, and speed. Now it wants to bypass itself and directly attack Li Qingling and Tang Yue.

At this speed, the two of them will be caught up.

Song Ning turned his head and chased away at full speed, but only watched the monsters throw him farther and farther ...

In the distance, Li Qingling and Tang Yue looked sad, and the two were silent. No one blamed anyone, only anxiety and sadness.

"Is it Junior Brother?" Tang Yue said in surprise.

Li Qingling also felt that there was a wave of spiritual power, and the two looked back happily, but at this look, his heart suddenly became cold.

Here comes the monster!

The monster is here, indicating ... Song Ning ... dead?

Tang Yue's eyes suddenly blurred, Li Qingling's nose was sour, and his heart was as heavy as a heavy stone.

"You dare to kill my younger brother, I will fight with you!" Tang Yue growled.

Li Qingling no longer stopped Tang Yue and greeted him with Tang Yue.

‘My monks, what kind of responsibilities have they shouldered since they embarked on a fairy journey? ’

Li Qingling cried, but the cry was not a fear, but a shame, but a passion.

The monster came in a blink of an eye, and even though Li Qingling and Tang Yue were full of war, they could face this monster but were unable to resist.

What does it mean to treat death like home?

That is the heart of death, the meaning of death, the battle of death!

Song Ning chased frantically, but still felt the spiritual force fluctuations of a mile away on the way. In a mile, if the ordinary speed rushed past, they would die!