There was no blood on the tip of Ning Jiujiu's sword. His face was very fair, with lines between soft and tough. He looked like a graceful young master from aristocratic family.
His posture when drawing the sword is also very strange. It is an extremely laborious and thankless posture. A lot of force is pressed on the legs and waist, and the arms appear weak and weak. However, for some reason, he can directly kill an outstanding person with one sword. The old man in gray robe.
No one knows when he appeared or where he came from.
The moment the old man in gray robe fell, his body was freed from the weird sword-drawing posture, and when he sheathed the sword, all the blood was drawn away.
"Senior..." The first person to recognize Ning Jiujiu was Nan Cheng. He looked at the familiar figure in white and trembled with excitement.
All eyes in the room fell on him.
"Who are you?" someone asked. Although he was wary, he was not afraid.
The jade plaque around his waist is so eye-catching, proving his identity and realm.
No matter how powerful he is, he is only an inner disciple of the Immortal Realm. Under a sneak attack, he may be able to kill the gray-clothed old man in the Longevity Realm. But at this moment, everyone is facing him, what kind of waves can he make
Ning didn't answer for a long time, just closed his eyes and said: "Now disperse, everyone goes back to their own caves. I can pretend that I haven't seen you."
As soon as these wildly provocative words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.
They could not know his true realm from his aura or the sword, but his behavior at this moment was probably just a bluff, but even so, the monks who cherished their lives were still unwilling to hand out the first sword.
Most of the monks present are practitioners of the previous generation. Generally, monks who have reached the bottleneck of their cultivation either hold positions in the peak, travel around the world, or continue to practice in seclusion, so their realms are quite mixed, but most of them also have With the strength of the first realm of longevity, these elders were once regarded as the core strength of Tianku Peak.
"When will it be your junior's turn to intervene in our grudges?" The person who asked the question before thought he had clearly seen his truth and was the first to stand up.
Ning Chang's hand holding the sword dropped, looking a little weak. He closed his eyes and tightened his shoulders, as if the sword that killed the old man in gray was just good luck.
Everyone knew that he was hiding his clumsiness, but after being released from seclusion for a long time, how could his confidence in his realm be frightened by a junior? Not to mention there are so many of them.
The man came out. He stared at Ning Changjiu's sword and said, "I am willing to learn from you."
Ning Jiujiu hummed, his body moved slightly, and some afterimages were dragged out from his white clothes. The cold star-like edge of the sword tip also swayed. The sword energy was like water droplets splashing into the hot boiler, and instantly turned into white mist. And go.
And the vigilance and seriousness in the man's eyes gradually turned into contempt.
Ning Jiujiu drew his sword. The sword energy was like an arrow, tight and instantaneous. His murderous intention turned from dots to lines, and he cut towards the man's throat.
When the sword came, the man felt that the death of the old man in gray robe was not worth it - how ridiculous was it for a master with a long life to die under such a sword
The careless person has a smile on his face, and he should learn a lesson, so he suppressed the contempt and tried to be cautious, guessing whether there would be any changes after this sword attack.
No change of tactics. The sword hidden in the sword energy came straight in front of him. The sword that should have been exquisite seemed flashy due to the lack of realm.
The man directly inserted one hand into the sword energy, grasped the iron sword, and suddenly slapped the scabbard with the other hand. With a clang, the long sword broke out of the scabbard, and swiped Ning Ning's vitals.
Everything happened in a very short period of time, and the man looked so focused that he didn't even notice the words "be careful" shouted by someone behind him.
His concentration cost him his life.
The sword that killed him came from the side of the waist. The tip of the sword broke through his defense with little resistance, sending most of the sword into the man's flesh and blood. Then the sword energy exploded from the inside of his body, destroying his body. The Zifu Qi sea exploded to pieces.
There was no chance of him surviving.
Before he died, the man turned his head away in confusion. In his blurry vision, he vaguely saw a petite girl.
The girl had gone through several hours of sword-testing competition. Not only was she not very tired, but the murderous aura she displayed at this moment was extremely inconsistent with her age.
"monster… "
This was the man's last comment on the brothers and sisters when he fell.
Ning Jiujiu withdrew his sword. This time, his sword was not even stained with blood, but the cold light on it was even more frightening. He raised his eyes and looked at the other elders present without saying a word.
Ning Xiaoling pulled out the sword. She was very nervous, and her nails clenched tightly into her palms, so that the hand holding the sword could stop shaking.
She has seen people kill people many times, and she has also killed many white-bone demons in Linhe City. But this was the first time that her sword was stained with human blood. What was even more unfortunate was that her sword seemed to have pierced a strong blood vessel. The blood spurted out under high pressure and splashed on her white clothes, which was sticky and pungent. Amid the smell of blood, her pupils also turned dark red.
After the first murder, she felt no excitement or joy. She even felt a little afraid when she pulled out the sword. Her uneasy face was visible on the bright sword edge.
Ning Jiujiu knew that this was something she would experience sooner or later. He walked to her side, held her hand holding the sword, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "They want Master to die, what can we do?"
Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, and the smell of blood lingering in her nose seemed to fade away.
"Kill them," she said.
Ning Jiujiu did not confirm or deny. He knew that there was a seed of bloodthirsty growth in everyone's heart. That seed was planted the moment everyone held the sword. He just hoped that Ning Xiaoling's seed could eventually grow into a lush and lush one. A flower tree, not a demonic flower that chooses people to eat.
So he wanted to tell Ning Xiaoling the reason for killing and let her strengthen her Taoism.
Of course, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were no match for so many elders, but at the moment when the gray-robed old man died, cracks appeared again in the already unstable alliance.
Some people have long looked down on the grudges and grudges in the past. They don't care how much strength the young man in white still has, but the two corpses on the ground always remind them to cherish their lives, and they have no intention of participating in this fight.
"Afterlife is terrible, I wonder what state we have reached now?" Someone asked with emotion and left the cliff next to the Dragon Column.
"Well, your swordsmanship is very good and you also have strategies. If Lu Marian had half the brains you have, I'm afraid he wouldn't be in the danger he is in today." Someone else stood up, looked directly at Ning Changjiu and said something.
Lu Marion is indeed a bit stupid... Ning Jiujiu nodded and agreed with his point of view.
Some people expressed their thoughts, some expressed their attitudes, and those with evil intentions took their own actions within a short period of time.
Ning Xiaoling gradually came out of the emotion of her first murder. The wealth of her monastic life in Linhe City during the month, and the red moon hanging high in the sky every day and every night, not only brought panic but also gave her a great deal. courage.
Ning Xiaoling quickly calmed down. Blood can sometimes be treasure. In the sword trial in early spring, even if she won the first prize, she didn't have much real understanding. But now that she saw blood with her sword, she had a better understanding of Taoism's Hidden Breath Technique and her own swordsmanship.
"Elder Yun, do you want to leave too?" Someone suddenly asked from the edge of the cliff.
A man wearing an ordinary Yujian Tianzong sword uniform stopped. He had a thin face and a tall body. He looked like a teacher.
He looked young, but he was called Elder Yun. After hearing the shout, he turned his head and looked unhappy: "Why are you making such a fuss?"
The caller said coldly: "I just hope you can remember your responsibilities."
"Duty? What duty?"
"You were once the law envoy of the Law Hall."
"Oh? What do you want to say?"
"Lu Marian is guilty! No one in the peaks knows this better than us. Didn't you receive the letter?"
"Huh? What letter?" Elder Yun looked confused, as if he didn't understand what the other party said.
And the other party never gave him an answer, and he fell into the underworld forever with his own questions.
The man who killed him with a knife was the man who originally pressed the blade against the man in Tsing Yi's back. After the man asked about "that letter", he who had been restraining the man in Tsing Yi did not hesitate to turn the tip of the knife and kill the person who spoke. Silence.
The man in Tsing Yi also reacted extremely quickly. The first moment the danger escaped him, what he did was not rejoice. Instead, he drew his sword in an instant and stabbed the threatening person.
At the moment when this scene happened like lightning, many sword lights lit up, as if everyone here had different thoughts and positions. This chaos became even more chaotic after the chaos broke out.
And Ning Jiujiu understood one thing during their brief exchange: they had planned Lu Marry's death.
Someone planned this behind the scenes, and it seemed that the planner didn't tell everyone the news about killing Lu Jiaoyou.
Many of these people are loyal to the old peak master, and many have great hatred against the old peak master. There is a huge division in their generation.
This feeling of separation was not clearly felt when everyone was in retreat, but at this moment, this feeling was like a huge ax hanging high, finally falling at this moment, easily splitting the surface hypocrisy, revealing the The conspiracy hidden behind it.
"What happened?" Yazhu arrived a little late. She pushed the sword out of the sheath with the thumb of one hand, while the other hand held the silver sword that was supposed to be given to Ning Xiaoling.
"They want to kill Master!" Ning Xiaoling explained the situation in the most concise words.
Yazhu's heart skipped a beat. She knew that there were conflicts hidden in the peak, but she didn't expect that those old stories really contained such great power.
The sound of swords clashing suddenly sounded.
The man with the sword was wearing a high crown. He slashed at the man in Tsing Yi with his sword. The man in Tsing Yi avoided it and was cut off his wrist by the opponent. At the same time, the man with the sword was also killed by Tsing Yi after killing one person. The man was stabbed in the back, staggered, and almost fell directly into the cliff.
In this scene of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind, no one wins.
More and more people are taking action.
They didn't even know which camp they belonged to.
However, those who supported Lu Marian, led by the man in Tsing Yi who had a broken wrist, guarded the position of the rope on the peak stone to prevent it from being cut off by the sword. Yazhu also grabbed the sword and left, guarding the peak together. In front of the stone.
Yazhu is also one of the people who teaches swordsmanship to the disciples on weekdays, but this is the first time Ning Xiaoling has seen Master Yazhu actually take action. Her sword can't be called many, but her footwork is very clever, and she can pass through the sword. When the shadow sword shined, his clothes were unscathed, like a little moth that kept moving in the rain but didn't touch any rain.
Ning didn't draw his sword immediately for a long time. He always felt that there was something fishy behind this incident.
Even if the old peak master does have a grudge against them, he has been dead for so many years. What reason do they have to continue that hatred to this day and even pay for it with their lives
And what is the "letter" that caused death earlier
Ning Jiujiu couldn't figure this out in a short time. Just as he saw the traces of broken rocks on the cliff, he vaguely remembered something... He seemed to have fallen into this peak and valley
This idea was somewhat unrealistic, but it quickly occupied his mind at the first moment.
"Xiao Ling, did I... disappear earlier?" Even though the situation was critical, Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "Yes, so Master went to find you. She thought you had fallen to the bottom of the mountain."
"Well..." Ning nodded for a long time, an idea flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered what happened before.
He nearly killed Yan Feng on the edge of the cliff, and then the opponent's counterattack before his death knocked him into the bottom of the peak. Then after he woke up at the bottom of the peak, he found a narrow road that could lead to the sky cave. Outside the peak.
It was all he could think of.
Ning Jiujiu didn't have time to think more. In the chaos ahead, a sword suddenly came towards him.
The elder who wielded the sword was not at a high level, and was not much different from Ning Xiaoling today, but the timing of his sword use was excellent. He keenly caught Ning Jiujiu's absent-mindedness, and wanted to take this opportunity to reveal this mysterious thing. The boy was killed in one fell swoop.
The elder's sword destroyed the formation of thoughts in Ning Changjiu's brain.
It was his interruption that made Ning Jiujiu recall many unreasonable places in his memory afterwards.
But he would not thank the elder.
The young man's eyes glowed with golden light, and a ball of gold condensed on his chest. The gold did not turn into a golden crow, but turned into a golden arrow.
There was no bow or string, but the golden arrow seemed to have grown wings of its own, rushing away with a whoosh.
Although the speed of the elder's sword draw did not stop at all, his eyes lost sight of the target.
Because his pupils were illuminated by the sudden golden light, huge heat ignited from the pupils. In just a blink of an eye, those eyes were burned into two beads the size of fish eyes.
The sword in his hand still stabbed with its inertia, but Ning Jiujiu had already sidestepped and stabbed the sword into his chest with his backhand.
"Do you know what terrible things will happen if a person in seclusion comes out of seclusion?"
Just when Ning Jiujiu was about to take further action, a voice suddenly rang out from the fighting crowd.
No one heard clearly who made the sound, and no one asked this boring question, so the man had to answer alone: "When he comes out of seclusion, no one can know at the first time what he has been doing during this period. What level Li Xiu has reached is the biggest trump card for everyone here. Many of them are confident that they will not be killed, including me."
"This kind of self-confidence is often the source of disaster and death." The man sighed.
The sound of fighting seemed to have weakened a bit.
It was only then that everyone discovered the person who spoke.
The man was a young man in Xuanqing clothes. His face was pale and childish, his hair was in a bun, and he was equipped with a long sword. He didn't know what concealment methods he had used before, but no one present noticed him. Now when he walked out, The handsome young man of Fengshen suddenly stood out, with a great sense of oppression.
"Who are you?" The man in green asked with a somewhat painful voice. He couldn't remember when there was this person in the peak.
What answered him was not the boy's answer, but his sword.
As he spoke, the young man opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword. The flying sword passed through the blood and came to the man in green. Although he had broken one hand, he was still a master in the first stage of longevity. This simple sword failed to kill him despite his precautions.
And this young man didn't want to kill him, he just showed his identity.
"Qiyi?" The man in green noticed the words engraved on the flying sword, suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "You are from the Zitian Dao Sect!"
Rumor has it that the swordsmen of the Zitian Dao Sect all like to use numbers as their surnames.
The young man did not deny it and smiled calmly: "Purple Heaven Dao Sect, Qi Yi."
He has already lived for a year, but the Taoist art of rejuvenation makes him look extremely young, and his milky white and delicate skin makes him look like a newborn baby.
In the previous melee, people from the two factions were fighting each other, and someone was lurking among them, secretly attacking everyone, inflicting moderate wounds on them.
He is the Seventh Mind.
After he left his sword marks on dozens of people present, he was sure that there was indeed no one in this generation of Tianku Peak. He was the strongest among everyone present, so of course he did not need to hide anymore.
Qiyi looked at the young man who was ordinary but very courageous, and smiled and said: "Are you willing to follow me to Zitian Daomen?"
Ning Jiujiu ignored his question. He could sense that the other party's realm was extremely high, even reaching the level of Ziting. Now, in this peak, except for Yan Zhou, who was imprisoned in the book pavilion, no one was his. opponent.
The smile on Qiyi's face did not diminish at all. His realm gave him unique patience, "It doesn't matter, I will give you time to think."
Ning pretended to think for a while.
And Qiyi didn't even want to wait for his answer. When Ning Jiujiu lowered his head and thought, he pretended to straighten his hair crown, fluttering his sleeves, and handed out another flying sword, stabbing Ning Jiujiu.
Qiyi believed that every sword he struck was a killing blow, and it was no problem to kill a young man from the outer sect.
There was a crisp ding.
Ning Jiujiu blocked the sword. Instead of blocking it with his own sword, he took out a twisted black iron in the shape of a dead branch from somewhere.
This piece of black iron has no edge and cannot be imbued with spiritual power, so it cannot produce sword energy, making it useless for killing people.
But because of its hard material, it is suitable for resisting attacks from some swords.
Qiyi's sudden sword hit the iron rod like a magnet, and a trembling sound was short and powerful. Ning Jiujiu was shocked by the force coming from the iron rod and retreated, but the flying sword was also bounced away. Plunged into nearby rocks.
Qi Yi looked at the iron rod in his hand, her eyes shining brightly, knowing that this was definitely an ugly treasure. However, this treasure fell into the hands of this young man who didn't know how to control it, and the sword was really covered in dust.
He planned to take action immediately to snatch what Ning Changjiu had.
But Qiyi still miscalculated one thing.
That is the conflict between Yujian Tianzong and Zitian Daomen.
The conflict between the two sects has been going on for a long time. Yan Zhou had previously suspected that Ning Jiujiu was an undercover agent sent by the Zitian Dao Sect.
At this moment, the conflicts between the sects actually united the originally divided Tianku Peak, and all the sword tips pointed at Qiyi.
When Qiyi noticed it, he sighed unconsciously.
When the sect master ordered him to come before, he had given many instructions to him to keep his composure.
And he realized at this moment that he still had not calmed down. Although the general situation had turned to his side, those people who he did not pay attention to suddenly got together, which would still bring a lot of pressure. .
The tense atmosphere was quickly broken.
A breaking sound suddenly sounded.
Ning Jiujiu's expression that remained indifferent even when facing Qiyi Feijian finally changed at this moment.
That was the sound of the iron rope breaking.
When everyone's eyes fell on Qiyi, the man with the sword suddenly broke through the defenses of several people, and cut off the sword rope tied to the cliff peak with one strike!
The sudden scene shocked many people. At this moment, Yazhu exposed her weakness as a woman and cried out in surprise.
The tension at the crossroads suddenly disappeared, and Qiyi felt relieved and laughed happily, "What kind of deep hatred does your Tianku Peak hide, so that you want to put the peak master to death like this?"
This is also a question in the minds of Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling. In their minds, Lu Marion treats others very well, and no matter how serious the grievances of the previous generation are, she should not be involved.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly missed Zhao Xiang'er. If she were around, how would this monk from the Zitian Dao Sect have any chance to be so arrogant
The slender iron cable fell rapidly down the cliff at the moment it broke.
Not a single sound came from the peaks and valleys, and everything was submerged in the gnawing darkness.
Lu Yuai's life and death are uncertain.
Everyone else present, for some unknown reason, felt that Lu Jianjian was in bad luck. Only Ning Jiujiu calmed down after a brief gaffe. He thought that he could get out of all the peaks and valleys he fell into. Lu Jianjian's realm was far higher than You should be fine, too.
He always stared at Qiyi intently, looking for even the slightest flaw in him.
The spiritual power of Qiyi Bodyguard was watertight and did not show any flaws from beginning to end, but soon, he made a fatal mistake that he did not expect.
Qiyi looked at the people whose attack had collapsed and said: "Where is the sacred weapon of Zitian Dao Sect that that old guy stole back then? If you tell me, I will spare that person's death."
"The holy weapon of Zitian Dao Sect?"
Some people are puzzled and have never heard of it, but vaguely feel that they have touched the corner of a huge conspiracy.
The expressions of those who knew more about the inside story suddenly turned gloomy, and the murderous intention that could not be concealed was like a knife piercing the fabric of the clothes, and the sharp edge seemed to declare the authenticity of Qiyi's words.
The first Qiyi to answer was the man who cut off the iron rope with a knife. His skin had been exposed to the sun for a long time and looked very dark. If he hadn't cut off the iron rope with his knife earlier, he would have looked very dark now hiding in the darkness. Inconspicuous.
He listened to Qiyi's words and smiled. The sharp teeth that were opposite to his skin color were like knives reflecting light. "It seems that your sect leader is really about to die. What kind of Zitian Dao sect relies on devouring the souls of the dead to survive?" Is the sect master worthy of being associated with the Taoist sect?"
Facing his sarcasm, Qiyi's expression didn't change much, but her eyes looked at him as if she were looking at a dead person.
He is indeed a dead man. Unless he can escape at this moment, neither Yujian Tianzong nor Zitian Daomen will let him go.
But he was still smiling, as if he didn't think he was going to die at all.
His smile finally solidified at the moment when the Qiyi Sword's edge pierced his eyebrows.
His huge pupils were widened, and all the faces were reflected in his distracted gaze. His expression before death was so shocked, as if he was wondering why no one rescued him. At the last moment, he understood that the rabbit will die and the dog will die. He decided to tell the deepest secret in his heart, but unfortunately he only had time to utter one syllable:
"Cold..."
After a syllable similar to "Han", the man holding the knife fell to the ground and made no sound.
This word "cold" falls into everyone's mind, and they have different interpretations.
Qiyi also has his own calculations in his heart. He knows that there are countless treasures hidden at the bottom of the peaks and valleys, and the black mist of the undead blocking the road seems to be openly announcing that the sacred weapon that can accommodate all souls is hidden at this moment. The bottom of Tiancao Peak!
He raised his arms, and the dark sleeves were like two black holes hiding everything.
The black mist began to stir as he moved.
"Stop him quickly!" someone shouted.
The bright silver sword edge was passed over one by one, but the person in the center of the storm remained indifferent.
It was as I expected... The corners of Qiyi's mouth curled up slightly.
He has practiced Taoism for decades, not to drive away ghosts but to summon souls. The valley full of undead souls was like a vat of writhing maggots, writhing up and down as he waved his arms. He experienced that feeling for a while. Beauty, and then the hand tugged sharply.
These evil dead souls are his giant sword. He has never held such a huge sword. He is confident that when the sword is formed, it can cut down everything in the Hidden Peak.
But Qiyi forgot one thing.
All swords in this world have two edges.
When the wave of evil souls rose up like a tsunami, Ning Jiujiu finally found this moment of opportunity.
He glanced at Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling, who had been silent for a long time, understood and nodded immediately.
She wanted to help him protect him from the sneak attack behind him.
Ning Chang's figure holding the sword rushed towards the wave of undead.
Qiyi let out a slight sigh. He felt a hint of warning in his heart, but he couldn't figure out where this warning could come from.
Then Qiyi looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but think of a myth and legend.
According to legend, when a warrior led his tribe to escape, they came to the edge of a sea. They had no way to go. Fortunately, the gods sent down the holy light and gave power to the leader of the warrior. He used his supreme power to separate the two. That sea, when my tribe fled along the seabed, the sea water closed, blocking the pursuers.
In the thousands of waves stirred up by the souls of the undead in front of them, a road branched out from the middle.
It was a golden road, like a staircase leading to the Kingdom of God.
Then Qiyi realized that she had thought wrong again. This was not a legend about gods dividing the sea water, but a story about how all the water in the rivers evaporated in nine days.
The darkness seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and was bitten away in an instant. The "culprit" Golden Crow hung in the center, with a red sun behind it, so his dark golden feathers became a black silhouette.
"Evil beast!" Qiyi finally lost his composure. He realized that this thing should be an innate spirit with special abilities, but he did not realize that his emotional turmoil would cost his life.
When darkness and light alternated, a sword thrust in.
That sword seemed to be given power by the gods, and it was so fast that no cold light could be seen.
But Qiyi is by no means an idle person. He had previously witnessed the gray-robed old man die from this sword. He recognized that this was not the sword technique of the Yujian Tianzong, so he was extremely curious about Ning Jiujiu's origins, and even I have never thought about winning over him.
It's just that being a bystander and being a witness are two different things. He only felt the terror when he actually faced this sword.
That feeling reminded him of the first time he learned the art of controlling souls, when the ferocious roars of those souls ate away at his mind. He trembled under that fear and shed countless tears. Now he Rejuvenating one's youth, the shadow of childhood also comes again.
"The power of God! You are using the power of God rashly! With a sword like yours, sooner or later you will be punished by heaven and earth and die!"
Qi Yi did not speak, but the thoughts in his heart forced the only dead souls around him to speak.
Ning Changjiu had heard similar curses in Linhe City, but he didn't care.
The long sword cut off Qiyi's head, and his body fell backward into the endless abyss, where he was bitten by the hungry souls. And his head was thrown high and then landed smoothly. His expression before death was unclear whether he was crying or laughing.
Everyone was obviously relieved after Qiyi died.
They looked at the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand and felt an unreal coldness.
The man in green looked at the sword and frowned.
There is blood on the sword.
This shows that the young man has exhausted all his strength and cannot even shake the blood off the sword like he did just now.
Ning Xiaoling stood behind him without saying a word, using her sword to reflect away all prying eyes. That look reminded many people of Lu Jianwen when she was still a girl.
"Kill these boys and girls."
Such thoughts appeared in many people's minds at the same time.
They stared at the blood hanging from the tip of Ning Chang's sword, making a final assessment of his state.
But at this moment, what is unexpected is that the words of the man holding the knife before he died were also supplemented and fulfilled.
Within the Hidden Peak, there was a vibrating sound.
They looked at the place where the sound came from, and the thoughts in their hearts quickly emerged in unison:
"The cold prison is broken!"
…
Today, Tianku Peak encountered a huge turmoil that had not been seen in decades, and the cause of it all was a fight between an escaped criminal and the mysterious man in white. One died and the other fell into a deep valley.
This is like a fishing bait. After being sprinkled, fishes of all sizes emerge from the deep water.
And just when everyone thought that everything was about to settle down for the time being, the sound of the cold prison wall breaking was like a big yellow bell, shaking the ghosts in the hearts of everyone present to flee quickly.
No one knows who opened the Cold Prison.
But just thinking about the many old monsters imprisoned in the cold prison makes people shudder.
Those who still had energy to spare stared in the direction of Cold Prison, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Only one elder stared at Ning Changjiu and said in a cold voice: "I recognize this sword! You are the one who fell into the abyss before! It turns out that you deliberately wanted to lure Lu Marry down... You are the biggest evil person who wants to bring trouble to this peak. ghost!"
His words drew many people's attention from Cold Prison back to Ning Changjiu.
The danger of destruction in the cold prison has not yet come. The powerful monsters inside may have become pigs and sheep that can be slaughtered at will after spending so long.
At this moment, they still have time to judge the sinners.
"Elder Huang, are you sure it's him? There can be no mistake."
"There is no mistake. I will recognize such a weird sword even if it is burned to ashes! Like Qiyi, he is also an undercover agent sent by evil heretics!"
Listening to their words, Ning Xiaoling felt a little sad. She looked at the head on the ground where the warmth of Qi Yi was still there. The hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling. She wanted to draw the sword and crush all the people who spoke, and throw them into ashes. The indiscriminate people are driven into the deepest underworld.
Ning Changjiu, who was the target of public criticism at this moment, did not say a word.
Ning Xiaoling, who has always been united with her senior brother, knows his true situation - his senior brother no longer has the strength to strike a sword again.
It's up to me to protect him.
Her sword heart is more stoic.
But anger and hatred could not be transformed into a real state. She knew that if they attacked in groups, she would never be able to stop them, so soon, her murderous intention became a will to die.
Those elders with dissident intentions had not yet attacked, but Ning Jiujiu could no longer hold on.
He had used that weird sword move three times in a row today, each time causing great damage to his body. He himself didn't know how he was able to hold on until now. He had obviously exhausted all his strength when he killed Yan Feng.
As he looked at the abyss, a gentle feeling suddenly arose in his heart, like a thirsty man who had walked through the desert for dozens of days and finally saw the water in the oasis.
Ning Jiujiu's body fell forward.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that he had been planted with a devil!
Who planted it for himself? He couldn't remember.
It was too late.
The body without support is like a feather falling into the pool.
Ning Xiaoling, who was focusing on the enemy behind him, let out an exclamation. Her movements were still slow. When she turned back, a piece of white clothes in her hand had slipped away. She watched helplessly as Ning Jiujiu fell into the endless abyss.
Ning Xiaoling's heart seemed to be tied to a huge stone, falling endlessly with him.
Her steps were unsteady and her body staggered. Someone caught this flaw and thrust a sword directly into her back. Fortunately, Yazhu reacted quickly and immediately blocked the attack from behind for her.
"Xiaoling, don't do anything stupid!" Yazhu immediately warned.
Ning Xiaoling ignored it. She stared at the abyss and wanted to jump down, but she saw the white shadow floating up again like a ghost.
Ning Xiaoling immediately wiped away her tears. When she calmed down, all the haze in her heart disappeared.
"Brother...Master!"
In the abyss, a white figure hugged another white figure and rose up into the sky, breaking through the line of sight and arriving at the messy hidden peak.
Lu Marian's head was hanging down, her extremely beautiful face was hidden by her scattered black hair, and then her cold voice sounded, like a female ghost summoning souls in hell to ask for directions, "Which of you hurt him?"
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(Finally finished coding, even more late, sorry.)
(Super grateful to the leader who rewarded the book friend Ming Miao!!! Thank you Sister Miao for your continued support! The eighth door of the Kingdom of God is open, welcoming the cute owner to her loyal Kingdom of God~)