"Magic cultivator? Rong Xian, you actually colluded with the magic cultivator!" The gray-robed man turned pale when he saw this group of magic cultivators, "Everyone has misunderstood you, Rong Xian, I will definitely reveal your true colors."
Rong Xian showed him a smile that made the world pale, and said mercilessly: "What gave you the illusion that you can leave alive tonight?"
She braced her head and said with interest: "Do you still want to reveal my true face?"
She laughed and said, "Have you forgotten your position? Do you want me to remind you that you are not walking on the path of justice?"
Then, her smile slowly subsided, her expression icy cold: "Kill them."
Qu Lang and the others received the order and immediately fought desperately with the gray-robed man.
In their hearts, the Lord is God and faith.
They are willing to give everything for their beliefs, including their lives and even their souls.
Seeing that this group of people were killed desperately, the gray-robed man at the head was not calm.
If it goes on like this, there will be no more of his subordinates.
He stabbed Rong Xian with a sharp gaze, and only when he caught Rong Xian would the demon cultivator cast his arms against the rat.
He swayed slightly, and the next moment, someone had appeared in front of Rong Xian.
The gray-robed man's hand had already stretched out towards Rong Xian, Qu Lang and the others did not react when they saw this scene, and their expressions were faintly pitiful.
Sure enough, before the grey-robed man's hand touched Rong Xian, a sword qi burst out from Rong Xian's eyes.
This sword qi is different from the sword qi that teased the children of the noble family before. The sword qi is full of creepy murderous intent and blood like Shura hell.
The sword qi swept across, and the gray-robed man's limbs were directly cut off.
Blood splattered on Rong Xian's skirt, Rong Xian glanced down and said with joy at the corners of her eyebrows: "This pattern is good, I like it very much."
'Boom! 'The gray-robed man fell to the ground.
He stared at Rong Xian with wide eyes, as if he was looking at a devil.
Rong Xian blinked and comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill anyone."
Gray-robed man: "...you'd better kill me."
Rong Xian said sadly, "Is it bad to live? If you die, you will have nothing."
The gray-robed man said in a hoarse voice: "Don't pretend, don't you just want to know the news of my faction? Don't say it so grandly."
She lowered her eyes, stared at the man in gray robe condescendingly, and said expressionlessly, "So, are you recruiting?"
The gray-robed man sneered: "I'm not very high, and I know only a few things. In other words, I only know that my master is from the Middle Thousand Realms, and I don't know anything else, so you are disappointed."
Rong Xian's expression did not show the slightest disappointment, and she said faintly, "You're just right."
She turned her head slightly, only to realize that Qu Lang and the others had quickly eliminated the redundant people.
She said to Qu Lang: "This person is handed over to you, and it's up to you to ask what you can do."
Qu Lang responded immediately: "Yes, my subordinates understand."
Rong Xian nodded, and suddenly, her expression froze.
She suddenly stretched out her right hand and grabbed it out of thin air. A figure in a brocade and jade robe was strangled by a mysterious force and hung in the air.
"Rong, Rong Xian!" The monk squeezed these words out of his throat.
Rong Xian blinked and said in surprise, "It's you."
Wen You said in fear, "Rong Xian, you, you are actually with Mo Xiu."
Rong Xian smiled slightly, her hand loosened, and Wen You fell to the ground firmly.
She ignored Wen You and said to Qu Lang: "It's almost time, dispose of him, let's go."
After Qu Lang responded respectfully, a black mist emerged from his palm, crawled directly in front of Wen You, twisted Wen You's neck, and then pulled the body away quickly.
The other magic cultivators also quickly dealt with the corpses on the ground and followed Qu Lang away.
As soon as the magic cultivators left, Rong Xian sensed the return of Shen Jiulu.
The elusive aura around her was replaced by warmth and softness, and a soft smile rose from the corners of her mouth, and her previously indifferent attitude instantly became weak.
Rong Xian glanced over the ground inadvertently, and found that there were still mottled bloodstains on the ground.
Disappointment flashed quickly in her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with the omissions of her subordinates.
She waved her sleeves away, and a fierce wind with water vapor washed away the blood on the ground in an instant.
Feeling that the familiar aura stopped outside the martial arts field, Rong Xian restrained all her exposed sternness, and her body swayed as if she was overwhelmed.
Rong Xian didn't insist on breaking the jar, she knelt directly in front of the stone tablet.
Looking at the gently swaying flowers, her voice was weak but still gentle: "Patriarch, don't worry about me. I didn't die thirteen years ago, and I still won't die thirteen years later."
"Cough cough. Patriarch, you also met Yu Xiu today. Is he better than you thought?" Rong Xian coughed a few times, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, covered her lips, and spit it out again. mouth blood.
Her complexion was even paler than before, and she seemed so weak that she could faint at any time.
Rong Xian lowered her head and stared blankly at the flowers in front of her that had absorbed her blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, it slammed into shreds.
She chuckled lightly, with a sadness she didn't even know about in her smile: "Maybe one day, like this flower, I will disappear at the most beautiful moment. But the patriarch..."
She touched the stone tablet lightly, and said insincerely, "Yu Xiu is the only relative left with me. If I'm gone, what should he do? I know that he now has a sect, a master, a brother and a sister, but I You still can't worry about him, just like you didn't worry about me and him back then."
She didn't worry about herself, and she always cared about another person: "The people who wanted to take away the sword emperor's blood, but the sword emperor's blood was attached to Jiuliu's body. But the sword emperor's blood and blood have been cursed. Tormenting him, the monthly heart-wrenching pain has endured him for thirteen years."
She coughed twice, as if thinking of something, her peaceful phoenix eyes were full of smiles, and she raised her head with a cheerful smile: "So I used a secret technique to introduce the sword emperor blood in his body into my body, The curse can only have a new owner, and I don't know if it can adapt."
Immediately, her tone was entangled with two points: "I didn't mean to take away the sword emperor's blood, I just didn't want Kuyu to continue to suffer."
After a pause, she said slowly: "Okay, I took a big advantage."
But Shen Jiulu knew that it wasn't like that, it wasn't cheap, it was despairing pain.
Shen Jiulu quietly leaned against the tree, holding the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes flushed.
He had already been fooled away by Rong Xian, but he turned a corner and walked halfway, only to realize that something was wrong. The appearance of Xiao Xian just now clearly wanted to let him go.
Rong Xian: It is really difficult for me to take away the blood of the Sword Emperor╮(￣▽￣)╭
(End of this chapter)