"Ling Shaoxia is really a master of art and bold, and he admires him!"

A vigorous voice came from the depths of the villa, and dozens of figures soared into the sky, like clouds in the sky, dressed in silver veil, stepping on the moonlight, floating on the top of the attic in front of the courtyard, looking down on the crowd in the field. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hao Ran, the leader, is the rebel who destroyed the Qinfu Manmen, the ancient immortal Heavenly Palace protector Yin Mugu, standing behind him, everyone has an awe-inspiring momentum, not angry and self-assured, and it seems that they are all masters of the rivers and lakes.

"Old thief Yin, the master came at the invitation and handed over Miss Qin, otherwise you will be buried without a place to die. I saw Ling Zifeng shouting coldly, and he didn't seem to take this Yin Mugu and the others in his eyes at all.

Sure enough, it was Ling Zifeng, looking at that kid's arrogant posture, it was the same as the empty demeanor at the Jiangnan Famous Sword Meeting that day. Everyone present who had seen Ling Zifeng thought so, and they were even more sure that what he was carrying on his back must be the Blood God Sword that had been passed down through the ages.

"Put the Blood God Sword in front of you, I will breathe for ten minutes, if you don't do it, the old man will kill the only daughter of this Qin Mansion. ”

"Boy, do you dare or not?"

Yin Mugu waved his hand, and a figure behind him grabbed Qin Xin and stood up, handing the person into Yin Mugu's hand, only to see that Qin Xin's body was a little stiff, and there was a ball of rags stuffed in his mouth, which was obviously pointed at by someone.

Yin Mugu's five fingers fell on Qin Xin's shoulder like eagle claws, and his gloomy eyes looked at Ling Zifeng below defiantly, as if to say: You can try, do you agree or not, in fact, the old man doesn't care at all, really.

Ling Zifeng's teeth were clenched, his clenched palms were pale and bloodless, and his green tendons were exposed, obviously struggling in his heart, whether the Blood God Sword was more important, or the Qin Heart was more important.

Ling Zifeng, the Blood God Sword was originally the property of the Qin family, and now it is a matter of course that it is used to exchange it for the safety of Miss Qin.

I think he wants to honor the martial arts, and he will be willing to put down this divine weapon in his hand.

Ling Zifeng, you have to think about it carefully, if you refuse, you will be the sinner of the Qin Mansion to destroy the door.

Ling Zifeng, if Miss Qin has three longs and two shorts, you will be the public enemy of Jiangnan Wulin.

Seeing his hesitation, the crowd was in an uproar, and the sound of mockery and sarcasm was endless.

It was as if at this moment, they were all dying for the Qin family, but Ling Zifeng was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he was reluctant to carry the Blood God Sword in his hand.

After half a ring,

Ling Zifeng sighed deeply, glanced meaningfully at the martial arts heroes present, and slowly untied the Blood God Sword and threw it three feet in front of him.

"I have done as you say, and now call the man out. Ling Zifeng raised his head and looked at Yin Mugu and said coldly.

"Very good, people give it to you. ”

Yin Mugu snorted coldly, slapped a palm on the back of Qin Xin, and clicked a few times on her back. Qin Xin snorted, and the rags in his mouth were dyed with Yin Hong's color, like a kite with a broken string, falling towards Ling Zifeng.

Just as Ling Zifeng was about to make a move, more than a dozen figures rushed out, and an old man with silver hair rushed up into the air, taking Qin Xin into his arms, while the others were guarding behind him.

The martial arts heroes in the field saw that the Blood God Sword was in front of them, and there was some abnormal movement, and they had to wait for a while at this time, these dozen or so figures, each of them was a hero of the rivers and lakes who had been famous for many years, and the martial arts were by no means easy to mess with.

The old man didn't even look at the heroes behind him, let alone the Blood God Sword in front of him, stared at Yin Mugu with cold eyes, and shouted coldly: Qin Don't forget, you are a scumbag who eats inside and out, is disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust, and the old man must kill you in the palm of his hand today to eliminate the hatred in my heart.

"Huh,"

"Bi Xiaosheng, Wan Fa, Jin Zhenlin, Mr. Guo Er, Lei Zong's darthead, the deadly Shuangxia, the white-eyed old way, the living Hades, Jin Wusheng, Hua Erniang. ”

"Tsk,"

"They are all masters of the rivers and lakes, you really can afford Yin, such a big battle. "Yin Mu bones are like a number of treasures, and the future people are pointed out one by one,

"Bi Xiaosheng, if you all die today, do you think everyone will applaud, after all, you are in everyone's way. Yin Mugu said with a smile, glanced at the heroes present, and his words were full of deep meaning.

"Amitabha"

"Today, I know that the benefits of Lord Yin's tongue are not much better than a body of cultivation. ”

Master Mingde saw that he had taken the word to General Bi Xiaosheng's army, and at this time he had to stand up for him to relieve the siege. Bi Xiaosheng's identity is there, and whatever he says at this time will offend the martial arts heroes present.

"Yes,"

"What's the matter, Tianxin Temple is not willing to be lonely, are you planning to come out to wade into troubled waters?" Yin Mugu was not surprised by his appearance, but mocked him, but this sentence was a bit heart-wrenching.

"Amitabha,"

"The donor doesn't have to take advantage of his tongue, the poor monk came today, is to invite the donor to Tianxin Temple for a trip. Master Mingde's words were flat, and there was no joy or sorrow in his expression.

Before Yin Mugu answered, Hu Lai, the living king of Yama, was impatient, and shouted coldly: Monks just like to grind, don't forget the qin, you are not a thing, Lao Tzu is ashamed to talk to you, get down and die.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

"Everyone has seen it, these self-proclaimed high-ranking Jianghu masters, shouting that they are born and died for the qin family, but they don't see action. ”

"Don't you understand? They are here for the Blood God Sword at all, and their minds are all on the Blood God Sword, and now they don't snatch it, it's because they are afraid of each other. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, the opportunity to honor the world and command the rivers and lakes is right in front of you, and you will not give up your life to find this kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing there. ”

Yin Mugu was not moved by the words of Hu Lai, the living king of Yama, everything was evolving according to his plan, and his words fell on the ears of people in this rivers and lakes, that is, a stone smashed a thousand waves.

Everyone's eyes were not good at Master Mingde, Bi Xiaosheng and others, it turned out that these famous predecessors were not good things, and monks who had become monks were no exception.

We are the stupidest two stunned people, thinking in vain that they will care about identity and fame, in the face of such temptations, what identity and morality are worth.

"Let's think about it, the old man and the others will not be accompanied. ”

Yin Mugu smiled gloomily, the water had been muddy, Qin Xin had already hit his broken finger, and he wouldn't live long, and it was time to leave.

Before Bi Xiaosheng and the others came back to their senses, Yin Mugu had already led a group of subordinates, like a light smoke, slowly drifting towards the back of the mythical mountain.

"Damn, we've been tricked. ”

Hua Erniang was the first to speak, looking at the people in the rivers and lakes who were not good at staring at them, her charming eyes were cold, and she looked at Ling Zifeng, who had long since disappeared, and then reacted that this was simply a trap set by Qin Zhizhi, just waiting for them to come in.

Bi Xiaosheng glanced at Qin Xin in his arms, and saw that she had fallen into a coma, so he could only let go of his desire to chase down, and said coldly: Hmph, if you want the Blood God Sword, you can take care of yourself, let's go!

Bi Xiaosheng, Master Mingde and the others left with indifferent expressions, and they had no nostalgia for the Blood God Sword at all, since Yin Mugu could give up something, how could it really be.

Liu Ru and the others also quietly withdrew, following Bi Xiaosheng and the others from a distance.

In Shenhua Villa,

Shouting to kill and shake the sky, the sound of gold and iron resounded in this lonely valley.

It is conceivable that after this battle, how many Jianghu people will die here. For the sake of that illusory dream, they have lost the last of their sanity.