In Shengzhen Academy, Jing Ming quietly left his residence and disappeared into the night.

At this time, a figure walked out of the shadows, it was Pang Wenxuan.

During the day, Pang Wenxuan saw Jing Ming and Qi Hui talking about something, although he was not sure what was going on, but he knew that as long as he was involved with Qi Hui, it was definitely not a good thing.

"Jingming, what are you plotting with Qi Hui?"

Pang Wenxuan also stepped forward.

Heavenly Street, this street is the only passage connecting the imperial palace with the outside world, civilians can't enter, and people in the palace can't get out at this moment, so only Liu Suqing is walking alone in the narrow street.

Liu Suqing walked quietly, but found that her body was getting hotter and hotter, as if she was in a sea of fire, and at the same time, the desire in her heart also rose involuntarily, and what was even more terrifying was that her aura was being sealed rapidly.

What's going on?

Liu Suqing hurriedly wanted to fly back to Yuyuan Residence in the sky, even if it was a ban in the imperial capital.

However, after only half a foot of flight, the aura had been sealed and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the Heavenly Street, it was Qi Hui.

Then, the sound of cold poetry came with a slight cold night wind:

The end of the world is full of red dust,

This heart is smiling and doing spring warmth.

3,000 feet of green silk turned white,

Mo Rebellion and Jun are lonely.

It is Si Hao Mo who reverses Jingming.

Qi Hui looked at Liu Suqing, whose face was flushed, and couldn't help but rise a wave of evil fire, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it! Little beauty! You still fell into my hands after all!"

Liu Suqing said in disbelief: "Could it be that you poisoned it?"

"That's good!" Qi Hui calculated that no one would pass by here at this time, and sneered: "Didn't you notice the moment the spirit wine entered your throat tonight, there was a slight pain?

"Ryuhua July!" Liu Suqing's face suddenly turned pale, which was caused by fear.

Liuhua July is an extremely rare treasure of heaven and earth, only growing on jade, with jade as nutrients, only at a certain time in July every year, in a very short time to experience germination, scattered branches, flowering, fruiting, and withering. The whole process is done almost instantaneously, and the picker needs to pull it out at a very fast speed, so historically almost no one has access to it.

The flowers and fruits of the seventh month of Liuhua are all miraculous medicines that nourish yin and aphrodisiac, and the effect of refining them into elixirs is doubled. However, if the rhizome of this thing is fermented into liquid, it can not only seal the aura in the monk's body, but also the world's first death aphrodisiac, which is called the flower ghost in the book.

The reason why there is the title of flower ghost is because anyone who takes this thing will eventually die, for no other reason, the antidote is too difficult to find, and the way to detoxify is to use a man to vent the poison.

But with such a fierce poison, what man can hold on to the moment of detoxification. And the poisoned person can only die in the end because of the blood and qi rushing to the top, and the seven orifices collapse and die.

In short, as long as you are poisoned, you can only wait for the moment of death.

At this moment, an angry shout came, and Pang Wenxuan appeared.

"Stop!"

Jing Ming turned around and looked at Pang Wenxuan in surprise: "Wenxuan, why are you here?"

Pang Wenxuan was full of anger and asked, "Jingming, do you know what you're doing!"

Jing Ming's face turned calm, and he said coldly: "I'm doing what I have to do! Tian Ze and Liu Suqing must pay the price! Wen Xuan, you also lost face under this woman at the beginning, don't you hate her?"

When Pang Wenxuan heard this, he was angry: "Hate? Why hate? We are their seniors, and the loss of face at the beginning was also caused by the underestimation of the enemy, and it is too narrow-minded to hate others just because of this! Look at what you are doing now, it is an intention to insult people's innocence, don't forget! You are a human! Not a beast!"

"You just treat me as a beast! Whoever dares to stand in front of the extraordinary, I will kill whom!", Jing Ming shouted frantically, like a mad beast, and then said coldly: "Hundreds of years of love, do you really want to be like this?"

Pang Wenxuan said with difficulty: "I can do things for the emperor because of you, but I will never sit idly by and watch such a wrong thing......! It's you. ”

At the end of the sentence, Pang Wenxuan's tone was already low.

When Jing Ming heard this, a cold blade appeared in his hand, it was the Ice Vein Knife.

"Qi Hui, take Liu Suqing away, I'll stop him!"

"Okay!" Qi Hui said, then stepped forward to carry Liu Suqing and left.

"You dare!"

Pang Wenxuan's eyes were cold, and a purple jade folding fan suddenly appeared, which was the natal spirit treasure: Zixiao Thunder.

I saw that the purple jade folding fan waved instantly, and fourteen thunderbolts of purple lightning were sent out in a row, just like fourteen purple spirit snakes, spitting out letters and attacking Qi Hui.

"Don't think!"

Even though Pang Wenxuan slashed diagonally, he exploded six purple lightning, and then his feet were as gentle as dragonflies dotting water, and he retreated extremely quickly, and the ice vein knife in his hand swayed freely.

In just three steps, the remaining eight purple lightning strips were wiped out.

And Qi Hui had already carried the weak Liu Suqing away for more than ten zhang, and from time to time he looked back to observe the situation.

Jing Ming's spinning knife sounded lightly, as if the aftermath of the evening bell of the Han Temple was lingering, and said: "Wen Xuan, you didn't launch a powerful martial art, it seems that you don't want to attract the attention of outsiders, don't you still remember the love between us? ”

Pang Wenxuan shook his head slowly: "I cherish the love here, so I can't close the fan today! Since we don't want to cause a riot, let's try it with simple moves!"

Jing Ming snorted coldly: "Okay, let me see how much you have learned from Nan Jianxi!"

"More than you!"

The words are not speculative, the four characters are no longer willing to surpass, and the two of them attacked and killed.

Jing Ming knew that although the two of them were both in the first realm of the Yuan Infant Realm, Pang Wenxuan was like a demon, and he had never been able to survive ten moves under him, so he had to take the initiative.

The knife technique is heavy, the strength is exhausted, Jing Ming knows this well, and slashes down with the knife in his right hand, directly taking Pang Wenxuan's neck.

Because Jing Ming didn't want to make a move, he didn't use the knife yuan, but the most basic Gangfeng.

There is a saying among the martial artists in the mortal realm: one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, Pang Wenxuan also knows this principle, so the attack is the same as the body.

Pang Wenxuan held the Zixiao Thunder in his hand, stepped forward, closed his fan to block the Ice Vein Knife, and then supported the ground with his left hand, his legs were like sharp knives, and he opened and closed towards Jing Ming's legs.

Oops!

Jing Ming didn't expect that he would be so powerful in his blow, and he would be resisted by Pang Wenxuan so easily, and attack his legs with his body in a breath. But it was too late to dodge, Jing Ming hurriedly exerted his strength with his legs, and used the move used in the knife technique to stabilize the next plate, Tianda Iron Hengguan, wanting to block this move.

However, just when Jing Ming's strength was concentrated in his legs, Pang Wenxuan suddenly used Rou Feng, hit Jing Ming's wrist bone, took off his ice vein knife, and then withdrew his legs, his body was like a spinning hurricane, hanging upside down with a kick up, kicking Jing Ming's chin, and suddenly flying upside down ten zhang away.

Pang Wenxuan stood up like a king: "Jingming, you are defeated!"

"I'm defeated again, I'm defeated again, this can't be!"

Jing Ming's arms shook suddenly, his body floated in the air, and as soon as his mind moved, the Ice Vein Knife sensed the call of his master and turned into a streamer and flew back to Jing Ming's hand.

"Wen Xuan, the last blow! If you win, I will give way! If you lose, I will also be ruthless!"

Pang Wenxuan looked at Jing Ming's gradually distorted face, even though he couldn't bear it, he still didn't want his best friend in front of him to make a big mistake.

"Let's shoot! Jingming!"

"Okay!" Jing Ming held his knife in both hands, quietly levitating above his head, and his feet were in a lunge, like splitting the sky, and his heart was like stopping water.

Immediately, he was shocked to see that a restrained force like a river gathered on the Ice Vein Knife, and for a while, all the breezes around him turned into air currents and rushed towards Jingming.

Suddenly!

Open!

Jing Ming's eyes seemed to reflect countless streamers, and then he slashed hard.

"Death to the sky!"

Suddenly, an invisible spirit knife disappeared in the air, attacking and killing Pang Wenxuan.

This trick was learned by Jing Ming from the knowledge taught by Nan Jianxi, using the flowing wind to gather on the blade, and then hide in the wind, so that the killing opportunity can be completely concealed, so that the enemy can not be found.

Seeing this, Pang Wenxuan was not too surprised, he just held the folding fan in his hand, and took a light step under his feet, and one step was ten zhang, which was close in front of him.

"Bang!"

With an imperceptible sound, the folding fan in Pang Wenxuan's hand quietly pointed at Jing Ming's neck, and the Death Slash had been dispersed by an inexplicable force.

Jing Ming glanced slightly, on the side of his empty neck, his heart trembled, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene.