At this time, two hundred meters away from the place where Fang had just been killed, there was a person standing in a dark corner, witnessing a bloody dance just now, his face was as pale as the wall beside him.

That is the real strength of the young master.

Mo said that the disciple who sent out Lu today, even if he personally took action and did his best, he would never be able to make a hundred moves in the hands of the young master.

The master of the white hall has been a self-proclaimed Jianghu person for many years, and when he remembered the scene just now, he also felt a faint chill in his heart.

is only fourteen years old, and he has such skills, I don't know what method the Daoist Sect Master uses to make people bear this kind of incredibly powerful martial arts and internal force.

The young master is still like this, so what is the state of the sect master's skills?

When he was secretly afraid, suddenly a sudden thought of something he had overlooked.

The young master's martial arts have always been taught by the sect leader himself, and he should know the young master's martial arts well.

Why did he pass the book this time and let him kill the young master with all his strength?

With the young master's martial arts, even if all the more than 100 sect members of the Imperial Capital Branch Hall poured out, there would not necessarily be a chance of victory.

The White Hall Master was still somewhat self-aware, and most of the masters of the Yin Saint Sect were concentrated in the main altar.

Except for the slightly higher martial arts of the master of the opening hall, the ordinary sect members are just ordinary masters.

The strongest in any organization and institution are always those at the top.

If the sect leader really wants to kill the young master, he must at least send one or two masters from the main altar who are familiar with the young master's martial arts routines.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be just a matter of sending everyone to death one after another?

When he received the letter that day, he felt a little strange, but today he felt more and more wrong, and he still had to contact the general altar again.

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After entering the carriage, Rong Yi flicked his fingers in the dark on the carriage, only to hear the sound of the mechanism moving, and the entire carriage was surrounded by black iron, and the carriage was instantly cast into a copper wall and iron house.

Only then did Rong Yi relax and lean back, and a mouthful of black blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips.

He let the blood flow out, and reached out to pull open the placket, revealing his jade-white chest.

Under the skin of the heart, an oblong unidentified object constantly agitated on the skin, as if trying to escape this place.

"After so many years, you are not willing to be lonely, but you are getting bigger and stronger. But you're still a little worse than me. Rong Yi smiled softly, his face indifferent, as if he was not injured.

The oblong object seemed to hear his words, and it became more and more powerful, and with each impact, it seemed to break through the skin.

Up and down, left and right, inside and out, it did not hesitate to try, but it was always wrapped in a chill.

Although he chuckled, there was a chill in his eyes, and there seemed to be ice gas emitting from his body, and the temperature in the carriage was constantly decreasing.

After using the True Qi in the square, it was used again when it was assassinated, and the most important thing was that it was stabbed by the little girl, and now that thing has awakened again, which means that its toxicity has doubled.

The true qi and toxicity in the body are constantly contending, and the human veins and veins are the most fragile and tenacious things, like two big hands tearing in the veins, to see who can tear the tendons and veins first.

At the same time, it also leaves endless pain.

Rong Yi closed his eyes gently, his jade-white fingers clutching the ice blanket, his knuckles rattling.

I can't tell if the joints are whiter or if the ice blanket is whiter.

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The surface sprays the heroine, and she can't help herself. Good night, (^_^) \/~~ bye