Rise!!!

The sound of the dragon groaned sounded, and Zhao Linglong finally took out the dragon descending palm, and the surging palm power rushed to his face, and Yideng's face changed greatly.

"Dragon's Palm ......"

He let out a snort, his five fingers opened, and five golden rays of light emitted in a row, which were directly mounted on the palm power.

Zhao Linglong has deep internal strength, but after all, it is not as good as the true yuan of the innate master.

Although the five golden rays were weakened a little, they still broke everything, obstacles, and came to the front.

Brush!!!

He flew up, and the man dodged the persecution of a yang finger in the air.

Zhao Linglong's palms were shot out again and again, and the internal force in his body was desperate, and he struck out eighteen palms in one go, and the golden dragons traversed the sky, dazzling.

The dragon's roar resounded through the top of the mountain, deafening.

Click!!

The stone gate rose, and Li Mochou ran out in a panic, watching the white figure flying on the top of the mountain fall off the cliff little by little, and the tears of the martial god flowed down.

"Mother's ......"

Hearing the shouting, Li Mochou turned around with a pale face and hugged the two children, for fear that they would see the scene in front of him.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Li Mochou shook his head, pressed his head on the shoulders of the two children, and cried in a low voice without saying a word.

She had already recognized a lamp, and even Zhao Linglong was not an opponent, let alone a group of orphans and widows.

At the foot of the mountain, the old naughty boy looked at Aunt Ying, who was crying into tears, and his heart was complicated for a while. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the mountain, and saw the white figure falling off the cliff, and his heart was relaxed and regretful.

"Aunt Ying, you said that when that person's child grows up, will he seek revenge on us?"

Aunt Ying was stunned, thinking of the child she had been beaten to death, and she was silent for a while.

Chongyang Palace!!

At this time, it was already in ruins, and there were traces of burning fire everywhere, and it was extremely miserable.

On the cliff, Yideng's face was pale, coughed up a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and smiled miserably, and staggered to his feet: "It's amazing, I actually injured the poor monk, and without years of cultivation, the poor monk can't use martial arts." ”

He took a few steps forward, stood on the edge of the cliff, looked at the smoky cliff below, and sighed: "Why should you be like this, the poor monk will not harm your family, it is really ......"

Thinking of Zhao Linglong's desperate attempt to hurt himself, a wry smile was a burst of light. There is also a trace of admiration in his heart, for the sake of his family, that young man is crazy, even if he knows that he will die, he will hit himself hard and lose the ability to use force.

The cliff at his feet was half shattered, and there were traces of shattering everywhere.

Drops of blood stained the bluestone red, and it looked extremely miserable.

On the dead tree not far away, a golden bell hangs there, jingling with the mountain wind, very pleasant.

Yideng sighed again and walked down the mountain step by step. Every step coughed up a mouthful of blood, and it was miserable.

He was old, and his steps were slow, as if he were going to fall at any moment.

Halfway down, Yilamp sat on the ground sweating profusely, like half of an old man, about to die.

He estimated that he had gone down, that he was too badly injured, that he was too old, and that he might die on his own.

It's just that a figure suddenly appeared, and Yideng smiled: "Old beggar, help quickly." ”

Hong Qigong's face changed: "Emperor Duan, who are you?" ”

Yideng said with a smile: "It was hit by the Chilian Village." ”

Hong Qigong was stunned, his face full of disbelief. But he didn't ask anything, grabbed a lamp and ran: "Run, otherwise when Huang Laoxie comes, there will be good fruit for you to eat." ”

After running for a while, Hong Qigong suddenly stopped: "I said, didn't you kill that kid." ”

Yideng smiled bitterly, Hong Qigong suddenly understood, and looked at Yideng with a depressed face: "I said Emperor Duan, you better find a place to bury yourself, so as not to be killed, and you don't even have a place to stay." ”

Yideng's face became even more bitter: "They want revenge, and I will follow." ”

"Hehe, you haven't seen Li Mochou's ruthlessness, when you see it, you will understand. If you kill someone else's father-in-law, how can they let you go. ”

Hong Qigong ran up with a lamp on his back again, and after a while, Huang Yaoshi appeared here, his face full of worry.

I looked at the cliff and saw the cliff that was almost half broken, and my pupils shrank. He hurriedly floated to the ancient tomb and shouted at the door of the ancient tomb for a long time, but no one opened it.

The corners of Huang Yaoshi's mouth were bitter, he shook his head, and left.

When he came to Chilian Villa, he saw thousands of people from the rivers and lakes who were trapped by the formation and killed each other and the elite soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, Huang Yaoshi's expression was cold, and he took out the jade flute and played a song of Bihai Chaosheng.

With the news that Zhao Linglong was knocked off the cliff by a lamp, the rivers and lakes finally quieted down.

Although only three people participated in this battle, thousands of people died, and even those who did not die were deaf one by one, which was terrifying.

Time passed, and more than ten days passed so easily.

No one remembers the battle of Chongyang Palace, and no one is mentioning Chilian Villa.

Because it was in ruins, and there were ruins everywhere. The former school has also fallen little by little, and the surrounding villages have been introduced into the mountains and forests.

On this day, a knight dressed in red rushed in, holding a little girl in her arms, staring blankly at the Chilian Villa, which had turned into a ghost, with a hint of murder in her pupils.

She was ordinary-looking, with a cold face, carrying a steel sword on her back, and jumped off the horse with the girl in her arms. Follow the memories in your mind and walk through the ruins.

She found the place where she used to practice martial arts, looked at the basic salary, and suddenly bent down to pry open a green brick and took out a small bottle from it.

"I am far away, my return date is uncertain, and I take care of my family......"

In just a few words, her eyes were red when she saw it.

Jade put her hand behind her back, touched the long sword, and she left without saying a word. The direction of walking, but it is a departure from Zhongnan Mountain.

Half a month later, a female swordsman slaughtered Lujiazhuang Manmen, which shook Jiaxing.

Half a month later, Jia Rudao was assassinated, hundreds of soldiers were killed and wounded, and the assassin fled.

After that, a woman in red took a little girl of four or five years old, led an old horse, walked the rivers and lakes, challenged every place, challenged the sect martial arts, came first after the iron sword in one hand, broke all the swords, guns and halberds, invincible, and became stronger the more you fight.

Jianghu people call the female sword saint Xiaohong.

Zhongnan Mountain, overgrown with weeds, panicked.

Li Mochou was dressed in white, with a sad expression, walking under the moonlight.

She quietly came to the top of the mountain, and her jade hand trembled and took down the golden bell.

For three months, she didn't dare to come out, for fear of being ambushed.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Li Mochou wanted to jump down so much that he accompanied Zhao Linglong to leave.

It's just that, thinking of the two children who didn't know anything, Li Mochou bit his red lips and silently clenched his fists.

She's going to live, raise two children, and—

Then go to find your husband.

As for revenge, Li Mochou had no thoughts.

If it weren't for the things that happened when he was young and vigorous, his family might still be living happily together.

Her heart was full of remorse.