Sword Casting Villa, the life-and-death battle of the king of the sword, the red sword light pierces the night, and the endless blood color makes this battle of swordsmen even more poignant. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black clothes move, the red practice kills, the Huangquan road opens, the completely different swords, the speed is shocking.

The sword-casting master moved in a wheelchair, avoiding the sword blades one by one, and in an instant, the sword pointed and the fierce sword collided, and with a bang, the turbulence scattered, and the wheelchair sank into the ground three inches, and the dust and sand filled the sky.

"Sword Master, you've become weaker"

In the black-clothed hand, the sword blade turned, and the sword swirled sharply, and then scored three points.

The action was restricted, and the sword-casting master turned his palm and slapped the ground under his body, fixed the figure, and immediately pointed at the sword to condense the local qi of the villa, and made every effort to help the seven points.

There was a violent shock, the battle situation was separated, and the two retreated a few steps away, dripping blood on the ground, and I don't know who dyed vermilion.

"Demonic, Bloodflame"

The blood flame rose, the sword intent was agitated, the phoenix fire was killed, the heaven and the earth were triggered, and the sword opened for nine days, and it was slashed down.

"A hundred generations of rivers and lakes end with a sword"

The extreme move arrived, and the sword casting master condensed a true element, turned into a sword to the extreme, and the sword momentum went against the sky, breaking the magic move.

A frightened explosion, the wild sand flew, the wheelchair was drawn out again, and a waterfall of blood overflowed from the sword master's arm.

In the battle that day, the sword was broken, and the body was crippled, although the realm was half a step further, however, the strength and combat power were no longer at their peak after all.

Unwilling to be obsessed with the return of the evil calamity to the world, the sword casting master mentioned the true yuan again, and the sword flow broke through the blood light barrier, circled the sky, and after an instant, it condensed and single, breaking through the sky.

Seeing this, Ning Chen drew the evil force between heaven and earth, sealed the sword with a sword, and shook the main move of the sword.

There was a loud bang, and the black clothes took a few steps, and the blood and qi in his body surged violently.

On the other side, the swordsmith vomited red again, the old wound had not healed, and there was not much strength left.

Ning Chen wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes condensed, this old man is indeed extraordinary, if it weren't for the inconvenience of his behavior, it would be difficult to defeat him.

Outside of the battle situation, one after another is anxious about the local war situation, although there is a heart, but it is powerless.

"Please, bypass the sword master's grandfather"

A little girl knelt down, crying and pleading.

One kneels, everyone kneels, and begs the demon to spare their sword master.

"Ling'er, get up, the people of Sword Forge Villa, don't kneel to anyone"

In the middle of the battle, the little girl in front of everyone shouted in a deep voice.

Ning Chen swung his sword, slashed through the sword wall, and walked towards the little girl in front of the crowd step by step.

"If you die, I will spare his life"

Leng Ran Jianfeng, shining with the light of death in front of the little girl, a figure in black clothes and black hair, without the slightest human emotion in his eyes.

"Okay, you're going to talk"

The little girl's eyes showed a hint of fear at first, and then she nodded firmly, leaning over and slamming into the blade.

"Boom"

I don't know when, the dark clouds in the sky once again covered the moon, and the rumbling thunder resounded in the sky.

With a boom, the thunder lit up the night, and under the thunder, a thrilling scene, a little girl who was only seven or eight years old, gave up her life without hesitation, and a sword entered her body, and blood spurted out like a spring.

The sword that penetrated the body, and the blood drops fell, shocking everyone present.

The sky couldn't bear it, and the heavy rain poured down, obscuring everyone's sight.

"Ling'er"

Behind the crowd, a young woman was shocked, and rushed forward like crazy, but before she could get closer, she was shaken away by a sword intent.

"Sword Forger, I left your life"

Ning Chen silently picked up the little girl in the pool of blood, and then her figure flashed, and she went away at great speed.

A hundred miles away, Bai Yun practiced a scene, his eyes rose a different color, and he also turned to leave.

The world is not all filthy, that little girl is not ordinary, if she does not die this time, the future is limitless.

In the Northern Imperial City, in a secluded small mansion in the west of the city, the little girl who was in a coma on Ning Chen's palm, flipped her palm, and a drop of unusually red blood flew out, and then slowly submerged into the latter's heart.

For a quiet night, Ning Chen quietly stayed by the little girl's side until dawn, when the little girl's injuries gradually stabilized, before picking her up and walking out of the hospital.

"Dangdang"

There was a knock on the door, and after a while, the door creaked open, and the eyes were still filled with those ethereal and beautiful eyes.

"White girl, I have something to do these days, can I ask you to help take care of her for a while" Ning Chen said sincerely.

The little girl in the arms of the Baiyun practitioner didn't ask much, and said lightly, "Take her in."

"Thank you"

Ning Chen thanked him, and immediately carried the little girl into the mansion.

In Bai Yunlian's room, it was simple and simple, without any superfluous decorations, it was a woman's boudoir, Ning Chen didn't have too much surprise, among the people he knew, there were few normal ones, and it was not strange.

On the neat wooden bed, the little girl fell asleep and was very pale, although her injuries were stable, she had lost too much blood and could not wake up for a while.

"What's her name?" Bai Yunlian asked.

"Ling'er," Ning Chen replied.

"Yes"

Bai Yunlian nodded and said calmly, "You can go, she will be fine with me"

"Then please girl"

Ning Chen looked at the little girl on the bed apologetically, sighed in his heart, and immediately turned to leave.

The Zhao family, Taishang Pavilion, a secret report was placed on the table in front of everyone, making the atmosphere present solemn.

"Who's going," Zhao Qingyang said.

"The strength of this demon is extraordinary, except for Youlan in the Taishang Pavilion, only the second elder can match it," an old man said calmly.

"On my own, it's very difficult to defeat him," said a middle-aged man at the head of the seat.

"Don't be reluctant, you just need to take someone to drag him, and once you find his traces, notify me immediately," Zhao Qingyang said.

"The Great Elder wants to take action himself?" said the other Taishang in surprise.

"Other than that, is there any other way?" Zhao Qingyang said lightly.

Everyone was silent, Youlan was hit hard, and the power of the sect master's vein could not be used, and indeed only the great elder himself could be sure.

The three heavenly bows of the Zhao family, except for the star marks that have been lost more than ten years ago, the Great Sun Divine Bow has always been mastered by the sect master, and the Yin Moon Bow is guarded by the Taishang Pavilion, it can be said that the existence of the Yin Moon Bow is the key to the Taishang Pavilion to resist the power of the sect master, and it must be recaptured as soon as possible.

Tianji City, on a high platform that connects to the sky, the Tianji in the fog of the contemporary Tianji Zi, suddenly, a drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth, dyed red.

Demons are in trouble, and the dynasty is in trouble.

"Send someone to tell the Zhao family sect master that the people he is looking for are in Yanyun Mountain."

Counting the opening of Tianhe, a trace of clarity glimpsed from the heavenly machine was transmitted.

At the same time, in the lower reaches of Qingxi Lake, it rained heavily for several days, and the lake flooded, and when it was about to burst the embankment, the white Buddhist robe bloomed with dazzling light on the embankment, turning into an invisible barrier to block the lake water pouring down.

"The Buddha has appeared"

In the villages downstream, people knelt down one by one, and the miracles on their faces were excited.

The ancient temple under the mountain, in the heavy rain, the Bodhi casting tower, nearly one-third has been completed, and the reappearance of the demon tower will sweep away the scourge of demons in the world.

On the body of the tower, the Buddha nature is mellow, the Buddha light shines, and the Buddha is poured with the blood of the Buddha, so that the spiritual light on the pagoda is more and more clear.

In the Zhao family's meeting hall, Su Yi appeared, and on the main seat, Zhao Teng was a young man in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, a letter from Tianji Pavilion flew into the hands of the former.

"Yanyun Mountain"

Ning Chen's place furrowed, and asked, "When will you go?"

"In case there are many dreams at night, I will set off tonight," Zhao Tengkong said.

Ning Chen nodded, walked on a chair under the seat and sat down, without saying a word, waiting for the night to come.

In the Taishang Pavilion, a disciple of the Zhao family came over, said a few words in Zhao Qingyang's ear, and then retreated respectfully.

"The young man surnamed Bai is here," Zhao Qingyang said.

"In this way, Tianji City has found the trace of Zhao Tassel," said a lady with a different color.

"Eight ~ nine out of ten," Zhao Qingyang nodded.

"That's fast."

At the head of the seat, the middle-aged man sighed lightly.

Yanyun Mountain, dark clouds are thick, and under the dark night, one after another figures appeared, silently, and immediately disappeared into the mountain.

Half an hour later, at the agreed place, the figures gathered again, looked at each other, shook their heads, and said, "No"

The head of everyone, Zhao Tengkong's expression was gloomy, how could it not be, Tianji City's deduction technique has never been wrong.

"Could it be that the news leaked, and those people moved places" Ning Chen frowned slightly and asked.

"No, only a few people know about this news, and they are all trustworthy people," Zhao Tengkong replied.

"There is an untrustworthy person," a Zhao family powerhouse snorted lightly and said.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Bai has been waiting in the council hall since he knew the news, and he hasn't left a single step," Zhao Tengkong reprimanded.

Ning Chen didn't care about the suspicions of others, thought for a moment, and said, "The next time there is news from Tianji City, the sect master doesn't have to wait for me anymore, just send someone to tell me the location before leaving."

Zhao Tengkong nodded thoughtfully and said, "What Mr. means, I understand"

"I still have something to do, one step ahead, and there will be a period later"

The words fell, and Su Yi left, and after a moment, disappeared into the night.

"Sect Master, what do he mean by that?" said the Zhao family worshipper who spoke earlier.

"He's reminding me that there may be traitors in the Zhao family," Zhao Tengkong said in a deep voice.

Taishang Pavilion, the lights were beating, and a figure stood in the room, waiting for the news to come.

When the night was about to end, in the distant night sky, a faint golden light rushed straight into the sky, and the figure in the room disappeared in an instant.

Three thousand miles away, in the wilderness not far from the Sword Casting Villa, three bows were staggered, dragging the battle and trapping the demons.

Outside the battle, the second Taishang Pavilion of Taishang, Zhao Feixiao waved his hand and held the bow, a golden ancient bow manifested, the bow opened in an instant, thousands of arrow discs swirled into the air, and the next moment, it turned into a rain of arrows and fell.

With a bang, Fang Yuan fell in response, and an arrow light prison appeared, locking the demon body.

In the arrow prison, the four people in front of the black-clothed figure flashed with coldness in their eyes, they had planned for so long, and finally waited for this moment.

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