Breaking the air means that this is a killing trick. In the cold home, who dares to use this technique? Where did this hatred come from?
Everything was unexpected.
Leng Yuexiao finger pinched the tactics, then immediately pointed out the same.
The same is a broken finger!
But even so, Leng Yuexiao quickly moved to Song Ning's body, wanting to push Song Ning away, even if the two broken fingers collided in front of Song Ning, the explosion of this force was enough to cause Song Ning to be seriously injured.
However, Song Ning did not hide or hide. Before Leng Yuexiao had yet to reach him, he similarly flicked his fingers and drilled out with one fingering.
Or broken fingers!
Not to mention Wang Yi, Leng Yuexiao was surprised.
Boom ~
Just when Leng Yuexiao was surprised, she moved slowly under her feet, three broken fingers collided together, an energy wave erupted instantly, and the spiritual shock was like a wind.
This wave caused the ground around half a tremor to tremble. All the monks above the foundation of the Leng family almost felt the sound, and they all rose into the air and looked at it.
They naturally knew that this was the movement of the broken finger just now, but they did not expect that under such a powerful broken finger, Song Ning turned out to be just a spit of blood.
Of course, they all saw Leng Yuexiao shot, so when they wanted to come, Song Ning could survive, all relying on Leng Yuexiao's shot, otherwise with Wang Yi's strength, he wanted to kill Song Ning, but it was between the waves effort.
Seeing this scene, Leng Qingyang and three others felt tight in their hearts: "Could it hurt this little friend?"
Fluctuation, stopped.
Leng Yuexiao and Wang Yi were fine, but Song Ning stepped back a few steps, his chest was stuffy, and blood spewed out.
His air-breaking finger can't be displayed by himself. What he just showed is only half of the power of the air-breaking finger, so he suffered a lot of injuries in the collision of power.
Song Ning was able to kill all the foundation-building monks in seconds. His one-half of the broken finger is only to kill the monk of the same level. If he is full of one finger, then the power can kill Jiedan in seconds, and Wang Yisuo in that period Shi Zhan's broken finger is the same.
Therefore, in Wang Yi's eyes, Song Ning's half-powerful broken finger was regarded as a real broken finger.
"Oh, it's just the foundation period. In front of me, you are just an ant." Wang Yi walked past Song Ning with a sneer. When he passed Song Ning, he whispered: "If you dare to fight tomorrow, if you dare Come, I will kill you. "
In Lengyue Xiaoyan's eyes, there is a flash of ice flame.
"Sister Leng, didn't we just go to the Tibetan Classics Pavilion? Let's go." Song Ning said.
Leng Yuexiao put away the tactics in her hand, raised her hand to press on Song Ning's shoulder, and spiritual force wanted to infiltrate to help Song Ning to heal: "Are you okay?"
Song Ning evaded slightly, avoiding Leng Yuexiao's hand.
"It's no big deal, Sister Leng, you forgot, your half of the" Shen Dao Jing "is still inside me." Song Ning wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and laughed.
Leng Yuexiao couldn't laugh at the moment. Wang Yi's attack was obviously just to kill Song Ning. He just warned Song Ning just before leaving, so it seems that if Song Ning really goes tomorrow, he will definitely dead.
"Young Master, you have the Taoist scriptures in your body. The future of cultivation is incalculable. Let's forget about the next battle," Leng Yuexiao said.
"It's okay, it's just a broken finger." Song Ning shook his head.
Leng Yuexiao sighed: "You don't want to be brave, I didn't expect Wang Yi to be a killer before, so I recommend you, I hope you can fight him, but now his shot is a killing move, I have to consider your safety Besides, you have to know that the "Shen Dao Jing" in your body is actually very important to me. I have n’t taken it out because I am ashamed of you and I do n’t want to abolish your cultivation or even hurt your life. "
"I know, so ... my uncle, my brother and sister, a total of fifteen lives, I did not count this account on your head." Song Ning looked at Leng Yuexiao.
"So I hope that you will still be able to tell me the recipes of the Shinto Scripture in the future, instead of dying in Wang Yi's hands tomorrow."
Leng Yuexiao's expression is extremely serious. What she said at the moment is all transmitted to Song Ning. She will not let the third person know about the "Shen Dao Jing".
Song Ning regrets: "" Shen Dao Jing ", there is no recipe, sister, in fact, you should think that this kind of Taoist supreme existence is different from ordinary, this" Shen Dao Jing "has now been integrated into my body, if you I can only really **** it from my body. "
Leng Yuexiao's expression tightened, and then she laughed out loud.
"This is destiny, let the" Shen Dao Jing "matter disappear in this world. Apart from you and me, no third person will know. From today and today, you and me will never have" "Shen Dao Jing" has three words. "Leng Yuexiao finished, his expression returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now.
While walking towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Leng Yuexiao persuaded Song Ning.
"Tomorrow's competition, I really don't want you to participate, I am worried about Wang Yi's man."
"Xianxu Treasure Hunting, this kind of good thing, shouldn't have fallen on my Song Ning's head. Since my cultivation till now, although it has been only a few months, I understand that people will win the sky. Even if you dare not take risks, what qualifications do you have for opportunities? "
Leng Yuexiao came to a break, trance, and seemed to have returned a few months ago, the two were in Tianhe City, at the time of the small river.
"Song Ning ... you, will you hate me?" Leng Yuexiao looked slightly lowered.
Song Ning smiled bitterly: "This question, the last time you availed to die for me, I already gave the answer, I asked myself, I have hate in my heart, but I don't hate you, there are feasts all over the world, all kinds of life There are days, there are external causes, and there is also a coincidence. You are not the one to kill. If you really want to blame, you will blame me for falling asleep at the time and returning to the body. "
Leng Yuexiao did not continue, but only quickened her pace and said ‘thank you’ in her heart.
This is a knot, even if it is untied, there is always a small pimple.
During the discussion, the two had already arrived outside the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
There are two early monk monks in the Tibetan Classic Pavilion. When they saw Leng Yuexiao, they were all respectful, but after seeing Song Ning, they stopped Song Ning.
Leng Yuexiao's eyes were cold: "Come on!"
The two hurriedly bowed back.
"Little Brother, if you come to the Tibetan Buddhist monastery by yourself, you can just show my token." Leng Yuexiao said: "In Lengjia, as long as you hold my token, there is no place to go. . "
This was obviously said to the two guarding monks. Song Ning was deeply moved. This cold house was really powerful. Among the three-tier cultivation schools, the Tandan period was the master, and this cold house was only the foundation period. It is the gatekeeper who shows the strength of Lengjia.