Chapter 847： Wan Jian

"I regret it? Sorry, there is no regret medicine in this world." Song Ning hides the trembling arm to the rear, but this slight movement is more noticeable.

"So, Wan Jian ... Go to heaven!"

Lin Aotian throws away the hate sword in his hand, and the light of the hate sword disappears in the sky and the sky. Just as everyone is looking for the trace of this hate sword, he only feels that a force is emerging from under the cloud For them, it is the earth.

All of a sudden, within a thousand squares, there is a sword light condensed from the sword of hatred. This sword light is dense and dense, just like the entire earth has become a sword of hatred, and the ground is covered, and there is no escape!

In this light, everyone who is attacked is afraid that there is no room to fight back. Unless they have stronger power, they cannot break the blow.

This is a trick!

"This is Wan Jian's return to heaven ..."

"It's a strong force, even me, there is a sense of panic at the moment."

"Song Ning is very strong, so strong that I have to say admiration, but it is not as good as Lin Aotian. Lin Aotian is here, and Song Ning cannot be the first."

"First? Ha ha."

At this moment, almost everyone in the last three heavens felt a crisis like a world extinction. Even though the attack did not fall from the sky to the earth, it also made them uneasy.

The monks of the second and third heavens looked at the sky one after another, and the intensity of the light in the clouds was like the sun coming again.

Within a thousand miles, there is only one color, this color is the color of the sword light of the hate sword.

Under this sword light, Song Ning squinted and looked down, holding Fentian Sword in his hands, and between his arms shaking, countless blood poured into Fentian Sword.

He didn't know if he could resist, but at this moment, all he could show was only this trick.

Bloody demon!

Burning Tianjian's blood was full of light, and Song Ning's body surface showed blood, and the blood immediately covered his body.

Uh!

Song Ning looked up to the sky and screamed. When he roared, he was like a demon coming out of hell, covered with blood. He looked down at the light under his feet, which gave him a sense of crisis of death.

call out……

咻咻 咻!

The blood-burning Jiantianjian turned frantically at this moment. Even though Song Ning turned into a blood demon god, he did not lose his mind. His eyes flashed with the light of pure spirit, looking at the sword light under him.

Countless sword lights seem to be chaotic, but there can be no irregular things under this world. Even if everything in this world is constantly changing, this constant change has become the only constant law.

As long as it is a technique, there are traces to follow!

Song Ning looked down and watched the light strike. All the monks around him applied their methods, or got away, or self-protected. Even Zhao Yueru was under the protection of Lin Zhendong at the moment. Among people, Song Ning was the only person attacked.

"Even if it is a blood-bath demon god, it is impossible to live out of this trick." Lin Aotian looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, as if he felt a sense of loneliness.

Invincible loneliness, so lonely that no one can resist.

"Just before the early sun cut, I paused once and gave you a chance to fight back. You stopped it. Qianjian Youlong. I was injured in order to prevent a sky-burning outbreak, and now this blow, you will still die , Song Ning, you are still too weak, how can the stars shimmer with Haoyue? "

Lin Aotian said that Jianguang had already hit Song Ning.

In the sky, Song Ning is the sky above, and the convenience is the sword light. There are so many sword lights, it has completely covered Song Ning's body shape, just like countless sharp thorns that pierce Song Ning, even if you want to hide, Can't escape.

There was a thumping sound from the light, and Song Ning was resisting, but he still couldn't see Song Ning's figure.

"If you die, everything will be over." Lin Aotian said, turning his head to Xuan Bing Tiannv and bowing his fists: "Song Ning will die without a doubt, the purifying demon inflammation will also disperse with Song Ning's death, before ... … "

Snapped!

Leng Yuexiao didn't know when he had come to Lin Aotian, and slapped Lin Aotian in the face.

Lin Aotian's cheeks immediately appeared with a scarlet palm print.

"Remove!" Leng Yuexiao almost growled.

Zhao Yueru has no temptation at this moment. Whatever Leng Yuexiao ’s purpose is, Lin Aotian is able to remove these ten thousand swords to the sky. If not, Song Ning really escaped. Died in the chaotic sword that Wan Jian returned to heaven.

"Why? Why!" Leng Yuexiao shivered: "Withdraw, give me withdraw!"

The goddess Xuan Bingtian looked cold: "Xiao Xiao, don't be fooling, Song Ningji is not as good as people, and he doesn't want to hand over the demon demon blaze, and he will die."

Everyone ’s eyes go with the sky. At this time, except for the triple sky, the lower realm does not know what is happening. Although it can feel that there is an additional sun in the sky, it does not know that this is what lies in Lin Aotian, who fought against Song Ning, exhibited the technique.

"This technique is irreversible. There is no regret medicine in life. This is his own choice. There is no way, even if I am, I can't help myself." Lin Aotian said this, pointing at Grandpa Lin Zhendong without showing any traces. nod.

Many Jinxian monks were present, and there were even several Jinxian from eight to nine, but no one saw the eye contact between the grandfather and grandson.

"Song Ning ..." Zhao Yueru looked up at the sky, nibbling her lower lip, her heart was shaking, and the whole person was immersed in sorrow.

Am I wrong when I come back?

Isn't it ... still can't change some?

Zhao Yueru's eyes are blurred, and this is not the case in the records. It stands to reason that Song Ning will not die here, but why, why would she change history like this once she returns?

"Hey, it's a genius. It's good to have such a talent out of hundreds of millions, but I didn't expect such a result."

"It's still untimely."

All Jinxian had already felt Song Ning's desperation at this moment. Death was inevitable, but it was just a matter of time.

It was just that the dust had settled in the eyes of so many Jinxian, but the old man who painted Song Ning's eyebrows was frowning, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

"He shouldn't have to die, obviously there is noble help, but now in the field, who can help him?"

The old man glanced around, and finally landed on Lin Aotian, but then he laughed at himself with ridicule. This is the skill of Lin Aotian. How could Lin Aotian help Song Ning?

Above the sky, only the sound of sharp blades piercing into the flesh can be heard at this time, blood dripping from the sky continuously, just like blood rain, when the wind passes, it turns into a fishy wind.

[The author's digression]: 5/5