One is Xia Fangqin, who was cornered by a ruling deacon 500 years ago and his wife died tragically.

One is a genius boy who watched his father practice the ruthless and unrighteous exercises for the position of the master of the family three hundred years ago, killed his mother for no reason, and then killed his father with his own hands, but was hunted down to death by the family.

Zhou Yu's wish is the same as when he was alive, to see the fall of the Divine Court, it is naturally better for him to have a few more ruling deacons.

And Jing Rong's wish is very simple, that is, to seek revenge on his family and kill those ruthless and unrighteous clansmen.

With the last time Jiang Ling went to the Qingjiang River in Xia Fangguo, Zhou Yu had already recovered a lot of memories, and then met Asakawa and Qingyun, two close friends in the Wei family, and recovered a lot of memories. At present, the upper limit of Zhou Yu's strength has been increased to the lower realm of Xuanji, but it is only limited to Jiang Ling's current spiritual power realm, and it is far from being able to exert the strongest level.

And Jing Rong was a genius boy of the Jing family before his death, and his strength was enough to reach the Xuanji Lower Realm, but his current memory was relatively incomplete, and he could only exert the strength of the Heavenly Change Middle Realm.

This time, I will be able to bring him back to the Jing family, so that I can recover some memories.

What Jiang Ling said just now was not a lie, but when the identity of the chief deacon and the descendants of the Jing family was confirmed, the two martial spirits in the spirit jade couldn't bear it anymore and released a strong killing intent.

"Martial Spirit!?" Jing Baixi was taken aback, although he was not a spirit master, he also knew very well how rare the martial spirit was.

"You can summon two martial spirits together!?" Song Yi's face was gloomy, and the spiritual power consumption of summoning a martial spirit was extremely huge, not to mention calling two in one breath, he snorted coldly: "What a big show, summoning two martial spirits together, you have exhausted your spiritual power now!?" ”

"What if my spiritual power is exhausted, the two of them are enough to fight." Jiang Ling's face did reveal a trace of exhaustion, this is naturally not pretending, after all, the spiritual power required to summon the two martial spirits is indeed amazing, for Jiang Ling, who has already changed into the upper realm and has thirteen bodies, it is also a lot of consumption, but it still retains some of the fighting power.

Here, Zhou Yu stroked the qin, and Jing Rong drew his sword, each eyeing his opponent.

"You're the Obsidian Star Officer!?" Even Song Yi, who was hot-tempered and arrogant, couldn't help but tremble the moment he saw Zhou Yu, this is the deterrent power of the name Chiyao to the chief deacon. Immediately, Song Yi's heart swelled with anger again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You unclean evil obstacle, you will beat your remnant soul into ashes today!" ”

"Like most adjudicating deacons, I heard my name with fear and then anger out of fear." Zhou Yu sat down calmly, between Hengqin's knees, his clothes fluttered, only the pair of eyes were cold, his fingers were on the strings, and then said: "In the end, die under my hands." ”

"Do you still think you're that demonic obsidian official? Today I want to see how you kill me with only a wisp of soul left! Song Yi shouted angrily, raised the crystal magic mirror in his hand, under the exertion of mana, the green crystal bloomed, and in an instant, the surrounding air became humid, and countless tiny water droplets condensed into a white mist, and then tumbled upward, and in a blink of an eye, they converged together, and a large thick cloud was formed ten meters above Song Yi's head!

"Death!" Song Yi obviously released an extremely mana-depleting and extremely powerful skill as soon as he came up. As he gave the order, lightning and thunder suddenly thundered in the dark clouds, and raindrops fell. The raindrops attracted each other in the process of dripping, condensing into several bucket-sized water columns, which were also wrapped in beating electric light, spinning towards Zhou Yu.

And when the mist condensed, Zhou Yu's hand moved

"Divine Court Secret Technique, Thunder Cloud Tianzhao." The corners of Zhou Yu's mouth provoked a trace of arc, and he was not afraid of this amazing water-based and electricity-based hybrid spell, and said calmly: "This ** scene came at the right time, you can help me recall this song." ”

The sound of the piano sounded, low but deafening, like a muffled thunder in the clouds.

The sound of the piano is intermittent, as if a thick thunderbolt is swimming in the clouds, and from time to time there is a sound due to friction.

Seeing that the water column mixed with thunder and lightning was about to smash on Zhou Yu's body, Zhou Yu's fingers stirred, and the sound of the piano was sudden and connected.

The faint light and shadow in the clouds poked its head out, it was not a bolt of lightning, but a dragon covered in electric light.

"I'll send you a song, Dragon Dance Thundercloud!" Zhou Yu's eyes were bright, reflecting electric light.

The sound of the piano became more and more high-pitched and excited, and the old man met several water jets of hidden lightning, and a series of roars sounded between heaven and earth!

On the other side, Jing Baixi took out the Mulberry Yu Sword, took a deep breath, and stared at the figure of the left and right sword. Jing Baixi is also a real Heavenly Change Middle Realm, how can he be afraid of a mere martial spirit, the only thing that makes him wonder is how the pace of this figure walking and the posture of holding a sword make him feel inexplicably familiar?

One hand holds a sword, the other hand holds a sword, two kinds of similar but completely different blades are used together, even if the weight of the two is the same, but the sword technique is very different, and the left and right hands are extremely difficult to coordinate, which is a big taboo in the use of blades. If others see it, they will be puzzled, or think that this is something that only a novice who is not good at martial arts can do.

But Jing Baixi didn't dare to be careless, because in addition to the world-famous autumn killing swordsmanship, the Jing family also has a matching sword book called Chunhan Knife, which is specially used for sword practitioners, but this path is extremely difficult, only the descendants of the Jing family with extraordinary talent are qualified to learn, as for him, Jing Baixi is not qualified to see the sword book at all.

However, he also once peeked at the delicate son of the family to use the spring sword and autumn sword, it seems... Somewhat similar to this man's?

"Pretend!" But Jing Baixi didn't think about it over there, after all, the Chunhan Sword was a secret of the Jing family, and there was no reason to fall into the hands of outsiders, it could only be a guy who was on the sidelines, maybe it was still the Jing family's Spring Sword and Autumn Sword that was deliberately imitated. And today, with this Sangyu sword in hand, there is no reason for him to lose to a martial spirit!

This Sangyu sword is among the weapons hidden by the Jing family, and it can be in the top five! It is said that it was the sword of a certain family head back then, but the head of the family was killed by his son, and this sword was also taken away by the son who killed his father, and then the family chased and killed, and finally got rid of the son and recaptured the Sangyu sword. After that, this Sangyu sword was stored in the Jing family, and only the younger generations who were skilled in martial arts could have it, and they had the obligation to pass it on to the younger generations.

In this generation, the Sangyu Sword fell into the hands of his second uncle Jing Kongyu, which made Jing Baixi, who had been thinking about the Sangyu Sword for a long time, cry and laugh, because the second uncle was obviously a Xuanji teacher! Martial Dao cultivation is estimated to be inferior to himself, and this sword can almost only be used as decoration for him. After today, it would be nice to be able to keep it in your own hands.

"Where did the lonely ghost come from! Let you see the benefits of the sword in my hand! Jing Baixi shouted loudly to strengthen his fighting spirit, and rushed away with his sword.

"Lonely ghosts? The Mulberry Sword? The cold light in Jing Rong's eyes was as sharp as a knife, and he swung his sword and met it angrily.

The sword is like a thunderous sword, and the two trajectories are different, but the sword cooperation is very smooth, and the wind and thunder move together, like clouds and flowing water without gaps.

Jing Baixi only felt as if he was fighting with the two of them at the same time, and he couldn't breathe at all between the sword slashes, and his autumn killing sword technique seemed to be completely seen through by the other party, and the only thing that was suppressed was to parry

, there is no room to fight back, and it completely falls into the disadvantage.

Jing Baixi had difficulty breathing, and his nerves tensed, until a sword slashed through his left arm, cutting a bloody hole.

At this moment, with the sharp pain in his arm, the suppressed fear exploded in Jing Baixi's heart, and a coolness spread down the blood vessels to his whole body. He glared and roared in a trembling voice, "You... It's really a spring sword and an autumn sword, this can't be, where are you a mongrel, how can you know my Jing family's secret technique!! ”

Jing Rong's face was indifferent, and he said in an emotionless tone: "I am a lonely soul who has returned from hell to make a last wish that has not been fulfilled in my life. ”

Another slash was made, and Jing Baixi added another knife to his left shoulder, and blood splattered.

"I am a homeless wild ghost, and I will pave my way home with blood."

The swords slashed together, Jing Baixi's face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, his swordsmanship was even more chaotic, and in an instant, another sword slashed over the bridge of his nose, connecting the cheeks on both sides.

"I am a ruthless and unrighteous unfilial son."

A sword swept over, and blood flowed from Jing Baixi's ribs.

"I am a traitor."

With a slash, Jing Baixi's left forearm was directly cut off.

"I am a man who is long dead, and will be... The nightmare of the Jing family! ”

Jing Baixi's Sang Yu sword fell to the ground, but he had no intention of picking it up. He was covered in blood, his steps staggered and hurriedly retreated, his face looked at Jing Rong's spirit body in extreme panic, and the corners of his mouth twitched and shouted: "Jing Rong, you are Jing Rong!" You're the madman who killed your father three hundred years ago! ”

"That's right, that's me."

Jing Rong faced this young man who could be said to be his junior, there was no mercy in his eyes, and a sword cut a sword wound that was a foot long in Jing Baixi's chest.

"You can't kill me, we're all from the Jing family!" Jing Baixi's face was distorted in pain, and he sobbed with fear, and he turned around and ran.

"I'm not anymore, from the moment my family chased me... No, not from the moment my father killed my mother. Jing Rong kicked on the Sang Yu sword, and the sword flew out at a gallop, and the sharp blade directly pierced Jing Baixi's thigh.

Jing Baixi wailed in pain and fell to the ground, he didn't stop, crawled forward with his hands and feet, and looked back at Jing Rong's eyes, as if he was looking at a devil.

He sobbed and shouted, "Don't kill me, I'm from the Jing family, I'm helping the Divine Court, you can't kill me... Someone... Help..."

Jing Rong dragged out the bright red blood trail along this one, walked behind him unquickly and slowly, and on tiptoe, he pulled the Sangyu sword out of Jing Baixi's leg and bounced it directly into the air, and then Jing Rong dissipated the long sword composed of spiritual power in his hand, and reached out to take the Sangyu sword.

Jing Baixi's face was desperate, no longer colorless, he said with red eyes: "The family will avenge me, the Jing family will never allow a person like you to kill your father and rebel to exist... Someone will come and kill you..."

"Come on, then." Jing Rong's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he replied indifferently: "You are just the beginning. ”

The long sword stabbed into Jing Baixi's heart, splashing out a stream of blood.

Jing Rong closed his eyes and drew his long sword.

He closed his eyes not because he couldn't bear it, but because he was enjoying the pleasure.

He is a soul that has survived for three hundred years, and he only has to seek revenge on the Jing family in his heart.

"It's not enough." Jing Rong gently shook off the blood on the sword, turned his head to look in the direction of the Jing family, and said, "There are many, many places left for you in hell!" ”