Blood waves and sword light were behind him.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Luo Ning kept throwing the knife.

The rain on his body was mixed with ice crystals, mixed with ice crystals that had melted, and it looked extremely strange.

But what is even more wonderful is the knife that is about to be cut at his body behind his back, and the surging blood wave in the sky.

They were originally extremely huge, and it seemed that they would be slashed at Luo Ning's head in the next moment, but they all stopped at this time.

The blood wave stopped in mid-air.

The shadow of the knife also stopped.

No one can see exactly what is going on.

But what they can know is that Luo Ning will not be killed by this knife.

The sea of blood clotted.

The air also condensed.

Luo Ning lowered his head, then raised his head again, revealing his bright eyes, as dark as night but extremely bright.

The knife was stuck in the old man's chest.

Bright red blood.

Pitch black knife.

There was something incredible in his eyes.

Deeply incredible.

He held out his hand, which was still stained with blood.

He opened his mouth, and blood poured out of his mouth.

Bright red blood, miserable white foam.

He was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

Luo Ning looked into his eyes, and his eyes were calm, as calm as the ancient well.

He opened his hand slightly, and the knife trembled.

Luo Ning said very seriously, "Because my sword is used to kill." ”

The old man pondered, "But what you have in your hand is a firewood knife. ”

Luo Ning looked at him and said, "Because against you, you don't need to use a sword, as long as the knife is in my hand, then if I say it's a sword, it's a sword." ”

The old man lowered his head and looked at the knife on his chest thoughtfully.

Is this Luo Ning's kendo?

Chopping the most firewood from the sword abyss.

Killing the most poisonous person in the world.

Chopping wood.

Easy Water Sword.

Luo Ning said calmly, "That man's offensive is too fierce, so strong that it is not at all the aura that can be exuded by this realm, sometimes, it is very powerful, and it is also a flaw." ”

His gaze was calm and determined.

But in this calm and firmness there is an unmistakable affirmation.

He asked calmly, "So, are you a demon king or a demon general?"

......

......

The clouds in the distance dispersed.

The night finally got completely dark, and a bright moon appeared in the sky, much smaller than the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moonlight shone on Luo Ning's body.

shone on the bodies of those blood mist.

The blood wave in the sky began to tremble a little, and finally it became a violent trembling, and the man bent down in the trembling of the blood wave and began to vomit.

All that came out was blood.

In an instant, only a jingle bell was heard, and the blood waves in the sky melted in an instant like snowflakes meeting the scorching summer sun.

The man bent down and lay on the ground, and after the painful vomiting, it turned into more painful convulsions.

Luo Ning didn't look back, because it all seemed to be expected by him.

He looked at the old man, and there was a lot of approval on his face.

"Your Demon Sect is very powerful, really powerful. ”

That old man is the Demon Sect.

Undoubtedly.

The man twitched and struggled in horror, and he looked up to see the old man, the whites of his black and white eyes beginning to change, and finally returning to a faint brown.

——

It turned out that his eyes were already brown.

He shouted, "It's him, it's him who killed the whole town!"

Before his exclamation could completely fall, an unprecedentedly fierce sword intent suddenly appeared in the air.

Not from the man, but from the old man.

He squinted, not seeming to feel the knife that had been plunged into his chest.

He was still dripping with blood from his hands.

But the blood was slowly forming at this time.

The appearance of a knife.

It turns out that this is the killing game of the Demon Sect.

This is what the bloody blade was supposed to be.

It looks ordinary, it seems to be an ordinary long knife, it looks ordinary, it seems to be inferior to the pig-killing knife of the butcher shop on the street.

But it was precisely this kind of knife that did not have any murderous and demonic aura that would make Luo Ning nervous.

Because his hatchet also looks very ordinary.

However, Luo Ning did not have any nervousness at this time.

For his knife was stuck in his opponent's chest.

Even if the old man gathered the murderous aura and blood qi of the entire town, he was already seriously injured at this time.

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I just didn't expect that your eyes would be so bright after the past few days of exercise." ”

Luo Ning said, "Not only do my eyes shine, but so do my swords. ”

The old man smiled, blood foaming out, a calm smile on his face, and a chilling killing intent in his smile.

"But what if I struck a final blow before I died?"

As he spoke, the bloody blade in his hand had stopped trembling.

Luo Ning's expression didn't change, "I'll just take it." ”

The old man burst out laughing, which was a very sad picture, for his laughter became even more terrifying.

The chill in the air was gone.

Hot.

It's incredibly hot.

All the snow on this street has melted.

In an instant, it turned into a small river.

Luo Ning's chai knife buzzed out of the old man's chest.

His pupils contracted, as if he had understood what the old man was going to do in the next moment.

He shouted, "Protect the body!"

Naturally, this body protector shouted to the three people in Starfall Pavilion.

The black umbrella was held up in front of the three without any hesitation.

An equally terrifying spiritual power appeared in this shattered inn that had been washed away by spiritual power and sword intent.

It was his final blow before he died.

Nature is also incomparably powerful.

There was unwillingness in his eyes.

He worked hard to arrange the game, but before he could show it, he was seen through by Luo Ning at a glance and then slashed into his chest.

The power of this blood blade is not its greatest, but it is the time when it is at its most unstoppable.

Because whether the knife is cut out or not, he himself will die.

There was murderous intent in the air.

But he didn't want to die.

He just wanted to see if he could see the legendary Yishui Sword Intent before he died.

Blood gushed out, and a wall of blood and murderous aura appeared in front of Luo Ning. Even the air creaked and burned out when it came into contact with the wall.

The moonlight was falling.

Luo Ning's knife swirled in the air in a perfect arc before appearing in his hand.

He reached out and grabbed the knife.

The bloody blade was finally slashed out.

Luo Ning did not retreat a step.

Because the old man in front of him is injured now, and he doesn't need to retreat at all.

There was some pity in his calm eyes, and after the pity, there was some disgust, and he didn't understand why the people of the Demon Sect liked to kill people so much.

For this bloody blade, a small town died?

Luo Ning narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't say anything more.

A bolt of lightning appeared.

The long street was suddenly illuminated, and the light was brighter than the moonlight.

Luo Ning took a step back.

His knife shot out, instantly smashing the blood curtain and murderous aura in front of him like chopping melons and vegetables.