Luo Ning looked at Wutong.

The latter was also seriously injured.

It was injured by Qin Boyi's Qiushui sword intent.

At the same time, Luo Ning looked at Qin Boyi, hoping to ask for some advice from the girl.

Qin Boyi looked down at the bronze mirror.

She didn't speak until she looked up again and saw Luo Ning's eyes.

Then she pondered for a moment.

"She speaks very hard. ”

"That is a bad word?"

Qin Boyi said lightly, "She said that I was ugly, and said that you wouldn't like me." ”

Luo Ning said, "In that case, it is indeed damned. ”

Wutong suddenly looked at Luo Ning and said, "If you let me live, I will repay you." ”

Luo Ning looked into her eyes, thinking about her decision when she wanted to kill herself and Qin Boyi before, Luo Ning shook his head, "I can tie you up and give it to the sect master." ”

Wutong looked at him and said in a cold voice, "I don't be a prisoner. ”

Luo Ning looked at her and said very seriously, "Then you kill yourself." ”

Sycamore pondered for a moment, raised his head and said, "Okay. ”

Then she stared at Luo Ning for a long time, and then looked at the hundred magic sticks on the ground, revealing an extremely bitter smile, "Lend me your sword, do you mind?"

Qin Boyi interjected and said, "Don't use my sword. ”

Gu Changsheng lay in the ruins and shouted, "With my knife... ...... with my knife"

Luo Ning rummaged through the ruins for a long time, and finally found Gu Changsheng's long knife that had been curled, although it had been curled, it was still extremely sharp in some places.

Luo Ning thought for a moment and walked in front of Wutong with a knife.

Then he handed the knife to Sycamore.

Wutong picked up the broken Hundred Devil Stick, and then put it in front of her, she reached out to pick up the knife in Luo Ning's hand, her expression was indifferent, "Thank you,"

Luo Ning's hand handing over the knife was still in mid-air, and the knife was held in Wutong's hand.

A hint of coldness suddenly flashed in her eyes, and then a pale black spiritual power was instantly injected into the long knife, and the body that originally looked badly injured actually surged with a trace of incredible power.

Wutong's knife is a sneak attack, and it is extremely close to Luo Ning.

If you don't prepare in advance, you can't dodge at all.

But Luo Ning was prepared.

He took a step back, and then the Autumn Water Sword slashed through the air, and the iron knife in Wutong's hand flew out.

Like a deflated ball, she looked at the iron knife that flew out, and then sat down on the ground.

Luo Ning said very calmly, "I'll do it." ”

Wutong's eyes did not darken, "Is it true that you don't give a chance at all?"

Luo Ning picked up the knife and said lightly, "I can't give it." ”

Wutong closed his eyes, and Luo Ning raised the knife.

Sycamore suddenly said, "I have one last request!"

Luo Ning frowned.

"No, you can't. ”

Wutong suddenly slapped Luo Ning's chest, but there was no spiritual power wrapping, just an ordinary fist, she was shocked and took a few steps back one after another, and then sat on the ground again.

Luo Ning seemed to get used to it, he deliberately didn't dodge, and then the knife in his hand was raised.

Wutong laughed to himself, "I'm just trying to see if I can kill you, don't you mind." ”

Luo Ning said lightly, "I don't mind." ”

The knife finally made an arc through the air.

Wutong was completely desperate this time, she felt the shroud of this knife intent, and her face was extremely desperate, is this the feeling of death?

......

......

In a distant mountain, there was a woodcutter who used a woodcutter that was very similar to Luo Ning's.

But he only chops three firewood at a time.

Two trees are picked on the left burden, and a firewood knife and another one are hung on the right burden.

After the sword marks on the bluestone of the thirteenth mountain gate of the sword abyss disappeared, a gap appeared in the thirteenth enchantment of the sword abyss, and at the same time, the woodcutter raised his head.

He looked at the southern sky.

He looked a little anxious.

Then he disappeared in place.

The next moment he appeared, he was already thousands of miles away, but in a few breaths, he had already reached the sky above the sword abyss.

The three-hundred-mile sword abyss is in full view.

But he was not in the mood to think about going to see the scenery, he just thought about doing something very important, closed his eyes, and carefully determined the direction.

Then he disappeared again.

......

......

On top of a green hill.

Luo Ning did not drop the knife.

Because he suddenly felt a little stiff in his body, and at first he just thought he was too tired.

His hands trembled, and the long knife fell to the ground.

Gu Changsheng shouted, "Did you kill it?"

Luo Ning replied lightly, "No?"

Gu Changsheng said angrily, "Why are you so grinding?"

Wutong looked at Luo Ning and said seriously, "Why do you want me to die?"

Gu Changsheng scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, no one can save you now, unless you can call the Demon Lord over now." Luo Ning, if you don't kill, I can stand up and let me kill later. ”

Luo Ning picked up the knife and said lightly, "Right away." ”

He raised his sword again, but again his hand did not obey.

The long knife landed again.

......

Ye Qing's originally closed eyes didn't know why they opened at this time.

Luo Ning realized that it was not his body's problem.

Then he heard the footsteps of a man.

In the night, he couldn't see far by the moonlight, but he could see it clearly.

The owner of this footstep seems to be far away, and in fact it is.

He crossed the easy water at the foot of the mountain, and before he could take a step, the river under his feet would freeze into a hard ice.

He came carrying three firewood trees and walking through the ice.

The woodcutter went up the mountain.

Then he saw these people in front of him.

Luo Ning finally saw his face clearly.

A pale yellow cheek, like the most ordinary person in the world, is the kind of face that can't be found in the crowd, extremely ordinary, and looks a little old-fashioned.

Like a woodcutter, but also like a farmer.

He carried the burden, and he was wearing the most ordinary loess cloth clothes, and the cloth shoes under his feet were patched.

He took a step forward, looking suave and a little earthy.

Many fine beads of sweat appeared on Luo Ning's forehead.

His hands began to tremble.

It was a real fear, and an immense pressure fell on him.

As if he hadn't seen anything, the woodcutter frowned as he looked at the broken wand on the ground, and then he put down his firewood and beckoned.

The two hundred magic sticks flew into his hands.

He watched quietly, with a distressed look on his face.

Gu Changsheng's voice came from afar, "Did you kill it?"

......

Yet no one answered him except silence.

Ye Qing gritted his teeth, his spine was already bent.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Qin Boyi's mouth again.

Yet the whole time, this man just didn't do anything.

He just walked up.

The woodcutter looked at the collapsed thatched palace in front of him, and his expression was indescribably complicated.

Then he finally turned his head and looked at Luo Ning and the sycamore sitting on the ground.

The night wind is raging.

Wutong's voice trembled slightly:

"Father. ”

......