In fact, to say that the cultivation of the whole of Ling, at such a young age, to be able to achieve such a deep is already very good.

However, what Jian Rui brought were all specially trained dead soldiers, and they were all ruthless, and they never cared if they were injured, and they came completely to kill their lives.

Besides, there is also a Jian Rui here - Jian Rui who knows his secrets.

When the carefree long sword pierced into his left shoulder, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't feel pain, his face was extremely calm, and he directly raised his hand and slapped it on his lower abdomen, and the corners of his mouth hooked a sneer.

She has never been a soft-hearted person, and since she is standing on the opposite side of herself, she does not need to show mercy.

It's true that she can't hurt Jian Rui, but she can hurt Wuwu - they have been discussing for so long, Wuwu is familiar with Duan Ling's sword moves, but Duan Ling is also familiar with Wu Ling's sword path.

Just now, she narrowly avoided the long sword that stabbed straight into her heart, and smashed the formation set in the palm of her hand into Sanssouc's body - the fusion of the ancient formation and the spell mark was enough to make Sanssouci suffer for a long time.

Moreover, once that spell mark takes effect, if it is a worry-free and continuous cultivation, every time it breaks through, the spell mark will change, and it will go a little deeper, and the pain will naturally deepen a little bit.

Unless someone has attainments in the formation and spell mark that they can really change the world, otherwise, no one can unlock the spell mark except for the person who set the spell mark.

Jian Rui was the master of killing, and when he was in the master's sect, he was too impatient, and he did not study things that required patience such as spell seals.

Looking at the pale face, he took a few steps back, snorted coldly, raised his hand and pulled out the long sword inserted into his shoulder, and with force in his hand, he broke it suddenly, and threw it aside very casually.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at the few figures who had fallen here, and smiled silently, his eyes deep.

Finally, some of the people brought by Jian Rui still died under his own sword. If he really fell here today, he would not have insulted his master and would not have embarrassed his master.

After taking a few pills and breathing a little, the spiritual power in his body became smooth again, he clenched the long sword in his hand, put away the puppet that was already scarred and unable to move, and threw himself into battle again.

She is Jian Song's closed disciple, thanks to his careful teaching for many years, and is deeply favored by everyone in the sect - yes, she can't embarrass the sect.

Even if you are destined to fall, you must use your last bit of spiritual power, even if it is to give the enemy the last sword, that is good.

That day was originally the day when I returned to my master's door, and it was also the day to reunite with my senior brother and master after a long absence.

However, this should have been a bright and beautiful day, but it was dyed with deep blood and darkened.

I only remember that the Yunling Courtyard that I had worked so hard to build was sprinkled with red blood, and the medicine garden that I had carefully taken care of was ruthlessly destroyed by those people, and those precious elixirs were all taken away by Jian Rui, leaving nothing behind.

She didn't know how many injuries she had suffered, how many people she had killed, and how many pills she had taken.

She kept holding on, even though the hand holding the sword had already begun to tremble, she didn't give up.

However, nine-year-olds are still at a disadvantage compared to the many specially trained adult dead.

Not to mention, the sword that stabbed into him without worry, on the blade of the sword, there was a poison that urged the prosperity in his body.

When the familiar pain drowned him, he tried his best to stabilize his figure, and the long sword in his hand was chaotic and complicated, forcing the two dead soldiers besieging him back dozens of steps.

Then, the spiritual power in the body was condensed at that moment, and the extreme pain spread from the depths of the bones, and the meridians were dull and painful, as if they were about to break the roots—he knew that if he couldn't suppress it, the final result would be that the meridians would be broken.

However, now is not the time to think about these.

He has lost the ability to fight, but Jian Rui has not yet made a move.

At that moment, Ling Ling began to feel very bad.

In the face of the traitor of the master, he couldn't kill him, so he could only be so helpless and let others slaughter him.

Of course, Ling Ling is not such a person who can be slaughtered.

When Jian Rui walked towards him, his hands trembled, and he formed a complicated handprint-activating the forbidden technique, his blood was boiling, and the jade was burning.

However, this forbidden technique did not succeed.

The wrist was suddenly grasped, and before the pain could react, he fell into a familiar embrace, an embrace with the breath of clear snow.

The familiar figure appeared in front of him, dressed in a plain robe, with black hair casually draped, and the long sword in his hand made a clear sound, forcing Jian Rui, who was approaching him, to retreat a lot.

Master.

He opened his mouth and wanted to open his mouth to call "Master", but he coughed unexpectedly, even when there was red blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

There was a soft silk handkerchief against his cheek, and he wiped the blood from his face very gently.

Forcibly suppressing the blood in his throat, he blinked his eyes, eased the sourness in his eyes, trembled his voice, and called in a low voice: "Senior brother." ”

"It's me."

Raised his hand and pointed at a few acupoints on the little girl's body, took back the silk handkerchief, put on a warm cloak for the little girl, and hugged it tightly into his arms.

"Ling'er is not afraid, senior brother is here."

Hearing this, he blinked his eyes, and the crystal tears fell all of a sudden, and his pale and blood-stained little hands tightly grasped the placket of his clothes, and his bones were pale.

The pain in Xu Shi's body had reached an unbearable level, and he buried his head in his arms, sobbing quietly, and couldn't help but tremble with an obvious cry.

"Senior brother······ Ling'er hurts so much, isn't Ling'er ······ Isn't it going to die? ”

"There is only one Ling'er······ One person······ Ling'er can't beat Jian Rui······ Ling'er is so scared, really scared······"

This is the first time that the little girl is not so loud when she cries, but when she speaks, she is sobbing and accommodating, and she feels a little incoherent, but she listens clearly.

Immediately, a deep distress surged in the bottom of his heart, and a heavy self-blame shrouded his heart, almost overwhelming him.

If he had come back earlier, if he had also set up a formation in this courtyard, would Ling'er not be so painful now?

However, there are not so many "ifs" in the world.

The little girl in her arms was covered in blood, and her scarred body was trembling uncontrollably, obviously enduring extreme pain.

Holding the little girl's body with one hand, she gently wiped away the tears on her face with one hand, bowed her head slightly, put her forehead against her little sister's forehead, and spoke softly.

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