Forging sword village.
Lightning completely destroyed the entire back hall, the fire had been extinguished by the torrential rain, but the air was still filled with a pungent smell.
Everyone stood in the corridor dumbfounded, and the wailing wailing of the servants of Biezhuang resounded from all directions.
"The whole back hall has collapsed. Many of the servants serving in the Biezhuang are family-born, and the whole family is inside..."
The butler of Biezhuang stood tremblingly in front of Chen Haiping, and burst into tears with a groan: "The old lady, she is resting in the back hall, and she planned to invite the doctor to visit overnight after the rain stopped, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect... "
Chen Haiping walked to the ruins as if he was sleepwalking. The scorched beams and brackets collapsed all over the ground. Bricks, furniture, and kang surfaces were smashed and splashed by lightning, and debris of various sizes was scattered all over the floor.
That blow must have been very violent, even the bloody smell was evaporated and burned away, and the charred corpse was buried deep in the ruins.
— Unexpectedly, within a day, the youngest of the Fu family died completely, not even a whole body was left behind!
"How can there be such a coincidence, it can't be retribution..." someone whispered behind him.
"The dead body of the baby, it is said that the young wife of their family had a dystocia..."
"Heavenly lightning strikes death, wronged souls claim their lives, Duanjianzhuang has always done a lot of wicked things..."
"Shut up!" Zhou Yu turned his head and scolded angrily: "Using nonsense about gods, gods and ghosts, which sect is so unruly!"
A few young disciples were reluctant to speak anymore, but they still passed their eyes to each other unwillingly, and the unspoken meaning was clear at a glance.
After the lightning struck in the direction of Houshan Biezhuang, Jing Ling immediately ordered Shen Guimen's men to go down the cliff to search for Fu Wenjie's traces, and sent everyone back under the name of escort in order to coerce. Although Chen Haiping wanted to go down to look for his cousin, he was also afraid that something might happen to the old lady in the other village, so he had to rush back to the village in desperation, but he didn't expect that everyone would encounter such an astonishing bad news as soon as they entered the house.
Standing in front of the ruins panting, he was suddenly pushed from the side without refusal: "Get out of the way."
"... Miss Long?"
Xie Yun stepped onto the pile of burnt wood, leaned over to search, and suddenly picked up a few bricks: "Are these the floor tiles of your house?"
"what?"
Xie Yun frowned and said, "I'm asking you something, are these the floor tiles of your house?"
Half of the lotus pattern remained on the broken brick, Chen Haiping said in surprise: "Yes, it was laid on the floor of the other house, this..."
Jing Ling suddenly strode forward from behind, pressed Xie Yun's hand, and said calmly, "Miss Long."
They looked at each other at a close distance, and it turned into fine rain falling from the side. Xie Yun's eyelashes covered with fine water vapor slightly narrowed, and a sharp arc was formed at the end of his eyes.
"You know the style of Shenguimen's work," Jing Ling looked at him condescendingly, and said, "Don't worry about it."
"..."
Jing Ling stretched out his hand, as if wanting to brush Xie Yun's wet temple hair behind his ear, but the next moment Xie Yun raised his hand to block him.
"-Do you know what this is?" Seeing the other party's gaze on his arm, Jing Ling pointed to the old dark red scar on the blood vessel at the bend of the elbow and asked.
"..."
"It's you."
Xie Yun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Jing Ling approached him, her tone full of malice: "Look, you usually pretend to be such a good person, but you turn around and forget what you have done. How many times do I have to slap you to pay you back?" This old debt?"
Xie Yun's pupils tightened slightly, but Jing Ling didn't say anything, just smiled, turned around and walked down the ruins, and waved at the killers of the Shenguimen who surrounded everyone: "Come on, please go to the front hall, I have Negotiate important matters!"
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Although the front hall of Duanjianzhuang was not affected by lightning, the servants of the Fu family were already frightened. After serving tea in a hurry, they immediately avoided far away, for fear that there would be another lightning strike in the sky and everyone would be buried here together.
Not only the servants, but also the disciples of the major martial arts sects were trembling. From time to time, some people looked up at the beams of the house and tried to move towards the door.
Jing Ling didn't take it seriously, Dama Jindao sat down in the hall, and the first thing he said when he looked down at the crowd was: "Dianjian Village has been destroyed, and Shenguimen is willing to replace Fu's family here to arrange the funeral."
The crowd was in an uproar, and Chen Haiping said angrily, "What are you talking about? My cousin may not have had an accident, don't talk nonsense!"
Zhou Yu beside him also agreed: "After dawn, all of us immediately set off to look for Master Xinchao and the Young Master under the cliff, and we will never ignore it!"
"Dangtang Sword Forging Village, how did it destroy the door?"
"It's too early to make a judgment now!"
"that is!"
…
There was a sound of approval from the whole hall, and after a while, it gradually fell silent. Everyone seemed to have finally come to their senses, staring vigilantly at the killers surrounded by the gods and ghosts on all sides of the front hall and under the corridor outside the door.
Jing Ling looked at the crowd calmly, until he could hear even a needle falling to the ground, and then said leisurely, "Is it finished?"
"..."
"The owner of the young villa rolled down the cliff because of his servant's mistake. Now his life and death are uncertain, and the fate is a foregone conclusion."
Chen Haiping wanted to say something, but Jing Ling interrupted him: "Of course, gods and ghosts don't do such things as living and dying, so I have sent my disciples to search around the bottom of the cliff. If you really find it The trace of the young master..."
He smiled slowly, revealing his sharp white teeth.
The hazy and unruly gaze under the candlelight made everyone's hearts tremble instantly.
"...will let everyone know."
The people in the front hall were too scared to speak because of the terrible meaning in those words, and it took a long time for Zhou Yu to say weakly: "Just... even if the owner of the young village has suffered misfortune, Dianjian Village has Jiangnan Chen's family as in-laws, and Chen How can the Eldest Young Master, such an aunt and young master, be able to take the turn of the Shenguimen to handle the funeral?"
Zhou Yu is worthy of being the representative disciple of the Qingcheng Famous Sect, his words hit the point.
"Oh, is that so?" Jing Ling calmly asked, "Master Biao or Uncle, when it comes to arranging funeral affairs, which one is more qualified?"
Chen Haiping blurted out: "When did you become—" Then his words stopped abruptly.
Jing Ling used to force Duanjianzhuang to marry the eldest lady, but she finally accepted here!
Now that the matter has come to this point, Sima Zhao's heart of the Gods and Ghosts has nothing to hide. In the middle of the night, everyone in the front hall looked at each other in blank dismay, only hearing the crackling of oil lamps and candles, the atmosphere was suffocating.
"Martial arts leader..." A voice as thin as a mosquito sounded from somewhere.
"The disaster of destroying the family should have been dealt with by the leader..." Another Qingcheng disciple also timidly said.
Zhou Yu's expression brightened, and he raised his voice and said: "Yes! The rules of the world have always been like this, if any family is destroyed, the leader of the martial arts alliance will come forward, and the elders of the famous sects will supervise them, properly arrange the orphans and family property, and avenge the family of the family. ! Although the martial arts conference has not yet been held after the death of the old leader, but—”
He originally wanted to say that he could wait until after the martial arts conference was held, when everyone elected a new leader, and then the new leader would take care of the Fu family's funeral, but he was interrupted coldly by Jing Ling: "Who will be the leader?" Home, it’s still unknown at this moment.”
"If the Shengui Sect is finally elected as the leader as scheduled, wouldn't everyone want the Fu family's bones to wait for this month in vain?"
——The martial arts conference was held to jointly discuss and deal with the gods and ghosts, but he even boasted that he wanted to seize the position of the leader of the alliance!
How arrogant, how bold!
The crowd couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted loudly one after another, and the entire front hall was immediately filled with noisy voices. Among them, Zhou Yu's voice was the loudest and the most angry, and he said: "The leader of the martial arts has always been held by Zhengdao, when will it be the turn of the gods and ghosts? Miss Fu's suicide is not unrelated to you. If you are elected leader, Jiang Hu Who can be convinced!"
"yes!"
"That's right!"
"We absolutely refuse to accept it!"
…
Jing Ling finally took a breath and waved her hands lazily.
—In fact, his movements are very lazy, like a mighty cheetah licking its claws lightly before preying.
The next moment, the killers of the Gods and Ghosts drew their knives out of their sheaths at the same time, pounced on several Qingcheng disciples around Zhou Yu, and dragged them out of the door in an instant!
"Ah-" "What are you doing?!" "Stop, stop!"
Zhou Yu drew his sword furiously: "What do you want to do with your surname Jing?! I am a majestic Qingcheng, with a great reputation, and a century-old reputation will never allow you to do this—"
Clang!
Chen Haiping flew up, the long sword popped out, and he was caught in the palm of his hand in mid-air, blocking the killer's knife from behind Zhou Yu at the very moment!
"what!"
No one thought that the Shenguimen would actually kill the killer. In an instant, everyone in the front hall rushed to retreat, and the scene was in chaos.
Zhou Yu was startled and angry: "Thank you, Brother Chen, this..."
On the other side, Jing Ling got up and strode down the first seat, and pulled out two soul-grabbing hooks on his back with his backhand.
Chen Haiping suddenly changed color: "Be careful!"
Before the words were finished, the Soul Seizing Hook came across the sky, and instantly slashed left and right in front of the two of them!
Zhou Yu and Chen Haiping separated hastily, each facing each other, just listen to it! when! With two loud bangs, Jing Ling's double hooks actually supported the two of them at the same time, and the terrifying force of the momentum threw them out instantly.
With two bangs, Zhou Yu and Chen Haiping landed on the ground one after another. Before they could even catch their breath, Jing Ling rushed to them like a ghost, and the Soul Hook locked their throats like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter!
——Chen Haiping, as the descendant of the famous Chen family in the south of the Yangtze River, has long been called the number one star in southern martial arts. If you exclude the famous martial arts masters, he is actually a contender for the position of the new leader. There is no need for strong martial arts Doubt.
And Zhou Yu is the representative disciple of Qingcheng, who has already practiced the sect's unique Tiandun swordsmanship to the level of perfection. Qingcheng famous sect has a century-old prestige, and it is a place where rookies emerge in large numbers, so why bother talking about Zhou Yu's martial arts level
But now, Jing Ling hit them with double hooks alone, and beat them to the point where they were helpless. He could only retreat back and forth to try to protect himself, and was even forced out of the front hall in an instant!
"You bastard—" Chen Haiping's blood boiled suddenly, a faint white light flashed in his palm, and he actually channeled 100% of his internal energy, and rushed towards Jing Ling like a bird of prey!
There was no reservation in this blow, if Jing Ling couldn't resist, he would be pushed back to the front hall by volley, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't shed a layer of skin.
However, if Jing Ling could hold back, judging from Chen Haiping's momentum, there was a high probability that he would be chopped into two pieces by the soul-snatching hook that was coming towards him!
Zhou Yu lost his voice and said, "Brother Chen!"
Although the two of them had never partnered before, they had a good understanding at the moment. Before the words were spoken, he tried his best to grab the left soul hook, trying to distract Jing Ling's attention as much as possible.
——However, at this very moment, two killers from the Ghost Gate carried a stretcher covered in white cloth, and hurriedly turned from the gate into the front yard: "Report!"
"Master Jing, the body of Master Fu Shaozhuang was found under the cliff!"
Chen Haiping was stunned, his blood flowed backwards, and his heart and liver were destroyed.
A cold and cruel contempt flashed in Jing Ling's eyes, then he grabbed the hook with his backhand and slashed down—
The white and sharp inner side of the Soul Seizing Hook approached Chen Haiping's neck in an instant.
In such a ten-thousandth of a moment, Jing Ling was able to cut off Chen Haiping's head with the upper side of the blade; with the lower side, he was able to dissect the chest and split the upper body in half obliquely.
—It all depends on Jing Ling's mood at that moment.
Chen Haiping's pupils grew wide, and Jing Ling's hand with bulging veins holding the hook handle was clearly reflected in his eyes.
The cold killing intent brought by the hook sticks to the skin of his neck, and if it penetrates one more point, the blood will splash out and rise into the sky.
There is nothing that can stop his body from falling under gravity, and the claws of death have clearly grasped his neck——
boom!
Chen Haiping only felt a flash in front of his eyes, a snow-white figure appeared out of thin air, his wide sleeves fluttered, and he was knocked out like lightning!
With a bang, Chen Haiping fell to the ground. He couldn't believe that he escaped from death. He trembled and gasped for a few times before suddenly turning his head to look.
"Dragon, Miss Long?!"
I saw Xie Yun coming out of the sky, with extremely fine body skills, he cleverly "kneaded" into the gap between Jing Ling's arm and the soul-snatching hook, and inserted a dagger into Jing Ling's right chest!
This is simply an appalling speed and technique. If one hadn't seen it with one's own eyes, it is estimated that no one would believe it in the whole world.
With a muffled bang, Jing Ling slammed into the wall under the huge impact force, and then let go of her hand, and the soul-destroying hook fell to the ground with a clatter.
Xie Yun was close in front of him, his wrist holding the knife was tightly held by him, letting the blood flow freely, the blade could hardly advance any further.
"...It's the second time," Jing Ling panted, her eyes indicating the old wound on her elbow and chest.
On his handsome face, which was so handsome, there was a fierce and bloodthirsty look of a beast after being injured. At such a close distance, it even made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
"Plus this time, I only have two scars on my body. I didn't expect it to be you..."
Xie Yun was held still by the knife he was holding tightly, raised his other hand, and shook his index finger playfully.
"Wrong," he said.
The whole courtyard was full of people watching, and Xie Yun's figure suddenly made a slight clucking sound, and then his legs became longer, his shoulders became wider, and his height increased by several inches. .
——The "Dragon Girl" in the eyes of everyone for so many days suddenly turned into a handsome and cold young man!
"No...impossible!" Zhou Yu trembled and said, "He...he is..."
No one could answer, and no one could even recover from the great shock.
Xie Yun stared at Jing Ling, the distance between the two was only a few inches, and Jing Ling could even feel his slightly damp hair hanging on her side.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the corner of Xie Yun's light red lips twitch slightly:
"There will be a third time."
Immediately after he exerted force with his hand, blood spurted out, and the dagger pierced deeply into Jing Ling's right chest again.