Chapter 142： One finger

A trace of sorrow flashed in Li Qingxue's mind.

If she dies, her sister can live ... Well, it's not a white death.

At the moment in Li Qingxue's mind, the only thought was that Song Ning had gone to the Tianyuan School. What she hoped was that Song Ning could go to the Tianyuan School.

The Li family was angry, and the whole family attacked Wang Zhentian at the same time, even though he was not as good as him, but now it is a mortal situation, how can they give up?

Fight, maybe there is a line of vitality, not fight, then it must be dead.

However, even if all the Li family's attacks were attacked, they couldn't even get close to Wang Zhentian's body, so they were shocked by the spiritual defense.

Wang Zhentian's face is like a mad demon, and as soon as his fingers are pressed, Li Qingxue's head will be smashed.

But at this moment, there was a sudden fluctuation in the sky.

This fluctuation is just a spiritual force, but when this spiritual force breaks into the sky, a vortex whirls in the air, and the vortex is strong, which induces a violent wind.

A cold light flashed in mid-air, and the next moment, this cold light came, and at the same time, the spiritual force just now came and went straight to Wang Zhentian's head.

When Wang Zhentian saw the cold light, he widened his eyes and threw Li Qingxue to attack. However, in the next second, he only felt a burst of spiritual force hitting his head, his body would not listen to the call, and he could not move if he wanted to. Everything started to fall apart, as if it were dead.

But in front of him, this was just a monk in the early stage of foundation, how could he kill Wang Zhentian?

Amidst such doubts, Wang Zhentian fell to the ground with a bang, without moving.

Song Ning didn't know when he had arrived next to Li Qingxue. He gasped, and the spiritual energy in his body was consumed a lot due to the continuous teleportation, and now it is because of the use of the broken finger, the spiritual power is almost exhausted.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Song Ning breathed out of breath.

Everyone on and off the Li family was dumbfounded. They thought Song Ning would not come. They thought today was the day of the Li family's destruction. They also hated Song Ning in their hearts. If Song Ning killed Wang Long, then Wang Zhentian would not When the meeting comes, everything will not happen.

But now, Song Ning is here, and with just one finger, he killed Wang Zhentian, who was a great consummate in the later period of Jiedan.

Breaking the air!

These three words came to everyone's minds.

Li Qingxue gripped Song Ning's hand tightly: "Today is the fifth day, and it's noon. If you don't go, they will tarnish my sister, and then kill your sister!"

Song Ning's pupils shrank sharply and looked up to the sky. It was already close to noon. Now he has no time to wait for the Li family's explanation. He took out a bottle of immortality and poured it directly. Between the cold flashes of his feet, a few transients disappeared. Everyone is in sight.

At this moment, no one in the Li family questioned Song Ning. They were in awe of the young man.

At a young age, the foundation was built in the early days, and in the second stage of the swordsmanship, he learned to break the air fingers and can kill the Daquan monks in the later period of the Jiedan.

They were in awe of Song Ning because of Song Ning's heart. This heart of love and righteousness is hard to find among thousands of people.

In the sky, Song Ning rushed on the road frantically, while taking a large amount of Elixir to restore her spiritual power.

"The broken finger just felt good, but that feeling was n’t always there. I still use it too far. The real broken finger should be borrowed from the spirit of heaven and earth and consume very little myself. But it is exactly the other way around. With my current practice, I use the breaking finger forcibly at most once. "Song Ning felt the spiritual power in his body was unstable, which was caused by the forced use of breaking finger.

At this moment, he is very glad that the show was just successful. If it is unsuccessful, Li Qingxue may be dead.

Just as Song Ninghuo hurried to the Tianyuan School, the Liu family had already waited impatiently.

At the moment in the attic, Mu Xuezhao and Li Qingling were bound on the bed, and the Liu family looked at them with a narrow eye.

"Song Ning is definitely not coming, let's talk about the order of waiting." Liu Shisan narrowed his eyes and seemed to be unable to bear it.

Liu Shizi said, "I don't want to fight with my two older brothers. The one who was born with water spirits that day, I will come first, and I won't touch the other one, how?"

Liu Fifteen frowned: "I was just about to say that the natural water spirit root is good for me to cultivate. I want it."

Liu Shisan did not fight with the two of them: "You two fight, then Li Qingling is also a personal best. I will ask her first, picking up the rest of you, and having fun with the little nizi in the water root. . "

Listening to the three people already discussing this, Li Qingling and Mu Xuezhao felt sick for a while. If they could not move at the moment, they might have committed suicide.

Born to be beautiful is the culprit of everyone under the world, but they are so destined because of their beauty. Should they hate injustice or blame their bad luck?

The two were already discouraged, and Song Ning would master the sword technique. If you want to come, why not spend five days?

Song Ning didn't come in five days. The hope in their hearts had already been wiped out. Li Qingling's more tragic thing was that her father wanted to be rescued, but was killed by the three messengers of the Liu family. Now even the capital of the corpse is unknown. Tang Zishan, like a slave at the moment, obeyed the Liu family and did not dare to resist.

Liu XIV and Liu XV are still arguing, but Liu XIII can't wait.

"It's noon, and I'm a man of words and faith. Now I'll take Li Qingling to the next room and be happy, you two fight slowly." Liu Shisan said, the spirit was thrown away, and Li Qingling was rolled up And walked towards the next room.

The disciples of the Tianyuan School looked at the sky and it was already noon. What they hoped at the moment was that after the death of Li Qingling and Mu Xuezhao, the Liu family would let the people of the Tianyuan School go and search for Song Ning's whereabouts.

In the attic, Li Qingling's shackles were untied, but his inner spiritual power was suppressed.

Liu Thirteen had already begun, and Li Qingling's hysterical cry came from the attic, and Liu Thirteen's mad laughter came.

Judging from these voices, Li Qingling will soon be profaned by the messenger of the Liu family.

But when Li Qingling's last trace of defense was broken in the attic, a sudden wave of volatility came from the sky above the Tianyuan School. This wave hit the ground as if the entire Tianyuan School was shocked.

The faint blue cold light appeared like a teleport, with great momentum.

All the disciples of Tianyuan sent a gurgle in their hearts and looked at the dusty place. In the dust, a figure with long hair fluttered, holding a sword in his hand, and came out step by step.

Even though only people can be seen, everyone knows that this is Song Ning!

Liu Xian, who was rushing to bed like a wolf in the room, stopped.

There was no trace of protection on the bed, and Li Qingling's hoarse voice stopped.

Liu Xiv and Liu Xv, who were arguing in the attic, looked at each other, no longer arguing.

At this moment, the whole Tianyuan School heard only one voice, which came from the mouth of the young man who stepped out of the dust step by step and pointed his sword at the high pole.

The sound roared out like a beast, and all the monks below the Huiling period spouted blood, and the eyes were black, almost stunned.

"Who killed Lu Sheng? Who is it !!"