The young man behind the cadre was like water, his narrow black eyes swept past the bodyguards and the prisoners who collapsed on the ground, swept through the Blood Spirit Array, swept over Song Qingshi in the center of the array, and fixed his eyes on the ancient sword. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bluestone! Hurry up and get the sword! Your blood melted this sword, and even the rangers of the mountains could take it away! Song Ling didn't have time to say too much to these two uninvited guests, so he turned around and shouted anxiously to Song Qingshi.

Song Qingshi didn't know, but at this time, the wine glass was firmly stuck to his right hand like an iron, and he couldn't shake it off, and in a hurry, he bit the tip of his tongue and wanted to spray a mouthful of blood on the sword.

The cadre suddenly moved, and a huge body swept through an afterimage and appeared in front of Song Qingshi. The majestic physique two meters away covered Song Qingshi's vision between breaths. The person who suddenly appeared in front of him didn't let Song Qingshi see his appearance clearly, and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then the whole person flew out like a cannonball towards the place far away from the ancient sword, flying straight out more than ten meters away, and landed next to Zhang Liang, who had just been slapped to the ground by his grandfather.

Song Qingshi almost fainted in pain. The punch kept him on the ground for a long time, and he felt as if his liver had been cracked.

Song Ling laughed miserably when he saw this scene, his plan that he had been operating for more than ten years was wiped out by a domineering punch. He really couldn't figure out why there were rangers of seamounts here. Who leaked the news?

The bodyguards around him, under the leadership of the black-clothed leader, quickly raised their machine guns and aimed at this big man who was not as fast as a human being. Under their noses, the young master was beaten out more than ten meters, although there was some panic in their hearts, they were still firmly ready to pull the trigger.

The young man who was traveling with him snapped his fingers lightly, and a ripple visible to the naked eye quickly rippled. At the shock, the bodyguards collapsed to the ground, and the group of villager captives gathered in the distance were affected and fainted.

Song Ling's pupils constricted, what a powerful hypnotic technique!

"Old Song senior." The young man spoke slowly, "Originally, the Song family was involved in the secular clan one hundred and thirty-six years ago, and it did not belong to the jurisdiction of Haishan, and Haishan did not have the right to interfere and supervise what the nobles did. Whether you and your juniors kidnap or kill someone, you will be prosecuted and tried by the corresponding law enforcement agencies. But this ancient sword is something that Haishan wants to take back, and he is really ashamed to ruin the hard work of you and your people. But the responsibility dictates, sorry sorry. ”

Song Ling sneered. The sea and mountains are so powerful, what can their small Song family do except let this high-sounding argument go unto it. He coughed weakly twice and then asked lightly: "Dare to ask this gentleman's honorific title, so that Song knows whose hand he is folding." ”

The young man smiled lightly: "What is the point of being vulgar and cheap." The Song seniors don't have to be resentful, if your juniors really melt this sword, they will have one foot in the jurisdiction of the sea and mountains. The matter of the blood spirit array's mutilation of living beings and the anger of the heavens and people's grievances, Haishan naturally has to investigate to the end. Ling Sun is young and talented, if he is really 。。。。。。 by Haishan So although the punch was a little heavier, it was also for his good. ”

Song Ling was even more disdainful after hearing this, this person said a lot of nonsense, but he didn't even want to say his name, obviously he didn't take himself, the patriarch of the Song family, seriously. Besides, although the seamount is powerful, it is not the same as the branch. If Sun Er got this ancient sword, and he was desperately trying his life to leave these two sea and mountain rangers, the Song family might not be brilliant again.

Thinking of this, a strange light flashed under Song Ling's drooping eyelids.

"This gentleman, and Mr. Cadre. It was Song who was old and faint and confused, so he did such an unreasonable thing. The two rangers are generous-minded, and they really deserve the reputation of Shanghai Mountain's 'mountain bag and sea appearance', how can I be unreasonable? I'll withdraw this Blood Spirit Array and present the ancient sword to Haishan! ”

Song Ling raised his head with a deep understanding of righteousness, and the blood on his hands shone again.

Hearing this, the cadre nodded with a smile, and hurriedly withdrew from the range of the Blood Spirit Array and walked to the young man's side, waiting for Song Ling to withdraw this formation.

The young man glanced at the cadre strangely, and couldn't help but laugh a little: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Eh, didn't Old Man Song say that he was going to withdraw this formation, I'm afraid of delaying him." The cadre is a little dazed

Song Ling's eyes suddenly flashed with fierce light, and he turned around sharply and grabbed his hands in the direction of the two, and a large blood mist suddenly erupted on the dozens of bodyguards who fell, and in the blink of an eye along the red light of the Blood Spirit Array, it enveloped the two like layers of blood cocoons.

"He said you just believe it, can you have a longer brain?" The young man was a little helpless.

Song Ling was already bleeding red blood at this time, and he was still holding back his strength to manipulate the blood cocoon to wrap it tighter, while twisting his head and shouting loudly at his grandson who fell to the ground.

"Qingshi, go get the sword! Then run! Run for your life! ”

Song Qingshi, who was lying on the ground, was originally discouraged, but suddenly saw the sudden change and was startled. The Old Ancestor's miserable face and hoarse words made his heart tremble, but he immediately mustered up the courage and struggled to get up to run in the direction of the ancient sword.

He knew that this was probably the last time his grandfather paved the way for himself, and although he was too young to do it, he definitely couldn't live up to his grandfather's hard work.

As he struggled to run in the direction of the ancient sword, a figure in the staggered beside him suddenly overtook him, and he was also rushing towards the ancient sword.

Zhang liang!

When Song Qingshi was punched by the cadre to Zhang Liang's side, the huge vibration generated by his landing had already awakened Zhang Liang. He never thought that just because he fainted, the situation would change so much. It seems that another group of people came to snatch the sword that killed his brother, and both the captives and the armed men with weapons all lay on the ground, and the grandfather and grandson, who were originally like demons, were tortured miserably.

Song Ling's shouts also woke up Zhang Liang. Zhang Liang only knew that the white light in his brother's body had melted into this sword. Maybe that's the soul of my brother. He didn't have the ability to protect his brother well, but he definitely didn't want this kind of thing to happen again.

Zhang Liang's face was swollen like a steamed bun by Song Ling's slap, and his mandible seemed to be cracked. But his legs and feet are still very neat, far lighter than Song Qingshi, whose internal organs are broken.

Under Song Qingshi's surprised gaze, Zhang Liang grabbed the floating ancient sword and ran into the depths of the woods.

Song Ling was also a little stunned, and then turned into deep anger and unwillingness, and shouted at Song Qingshi: "Go and chase it!" Chase, kill him. ”

Song Ling's heart was dripping blood, and he didn't want to do his best to trap these two strong enemies of Haishan, but he was picked a peach by a sacrifice that he didn't use. He also deeply regretted why he didn't slap his head directly at that time.

Song Qingshi's handsome face was as red as fire, and he was not embarrassed to answer Song Ling's words, so he endured the pain and chased after him in the direction of Zhang Liang.

"Is there something going on out there?" The cadre sniffed the young man suspiciously. Although this blood cocoon could trap the two of them, it could not block the sound.

A strange glint flashed in the young man's eyes. It seems that there is a little guy who is not hypnotized by him, but does something amazing.

"If you want to go out, you can go and see it yourself." The young man said nonchalantly.

The old cadre's face turned red, if he hadn't stupidly run over and get together, it is estimated that Song Ling would not have the ability to trap the two of them at once.

Zhang Liang is running, running lifelessly. The wild forest in the dark is not a flat dirt road in the village, the thorns and rattans are intricate, Zhang Liang is running and crawling, and there is a fire burning in his chest, burning his lungs about to explode. But he forced himself not to stop.

After this frightening and absurd event, he felt that his worldview had been completely turned upside down. The demonic long knife that cut off people's heads, the terrifying old man whose height and face changed dramatically in an instant, the weirdly glowing red formation, the floating long sword, and the white light that was drawn from the human body.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang not only had an intuition, that light group is the soul of a person. And his brother's soul is in this sword, and he will not give it to anyone. Never.

The moon-white sword clenched tightly in his hand.

He didn't feel the blood of his arm, which had been scratched by the grass and trees all the way to the palm of his hand, and then disappeared strangely, as if it had been sucked clean by the longsword that he didn't know the origin of.