Chapter Ninety-Two: Blackwater Slaughters to Death
"Bang~!" Suddenly drew out two long swords, as if triggering something, the entire frozen corpse exploded, turning into ice chips that shattered all over the ground, and the two young men were excited and lost their minds and muttered, "Finally...... Revenge! ”
"Let's go, let's take a look!" Immediately, as if thinking of something, a young man hurriedly informed his companion beside him, and Yun Gong quickly withdrew the power of the cold, and dodged in the direction where he came. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
"The ...... of the Flying Snow Gate!?" A layer of qi wall swept by a snow storm quickly dissipated, looking at the two figures that drew their swords and turned around towards him after revealing their figures, Ling Weiyun's doppelganger had a solemn face.
The power of the combined attack of the two opponents has already touched the threshold of ten turns, and even the Black Water Tu, who is more than half less injured than himself, can't parry, and was directly killed by the other party in seconds!
What's more, he was seriously injured and downcast, what about himself in this step of the field?
"Friend or foe?" A murderous aura was faintly permeating, looking at the two cold-faced young men who stopped five steps in front of him, Ling Weiyun moved in his body and mind, straightened up and asked in a deep voice.
Secret Dao: Anyway, whether intentionally or unintentionally, after all, the other party has saved his life before, and it is better to maintain a friendly attitude before discovering the intention.
"The two disciples are late to save the car, I hope the sect master will forgive the sins!" Tears flashed in the eyes of the two young men, and after glancing at each other, their hearts were very uncomfortable, and they quickly and respectfully knelt in front of the white-haired withered old man.
"...... you?" The two young men could be said to be astonishing, after hearing this, Ling Weiyun's clone eyes flashed with wisdom, because it was too abrupt, it was even unsure for him for a while.
"Disciple of Weiyun Sect...... Sun Yang! ”
"Disciple of Weiyun Sect...... Sun Wu! ”
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The two young men were half-kneeling and reported their names one after another. Then, with a loud voice, they shouted in unison:
"Meet~, Sect Master Ling......!"
Rumble~!
The brain exploded suddenly, and a memory that had been sealed for an unknown amount of time came from a dark little corner of the mind
Tumbling and gushing out......
An indescribable and inexplicable charm permeated from the stone steps on a hilltop, and the white-haired old man was unaware of it, immersed in the secluded artistic conception alone.
"Look~! The first set of boxing techniques is so vigorous! ”
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"It's a gravel fist! ……”
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"What is the soft fist technique?"
Several diligent disciples, their eyes full of reverence,
Talking one after another, looking at the sometimes fierce, sometimes soft figure.
"That's called Tai Chi!"
Spit out turbid breath and wipe the sweat stains from his forehead, and the old man smiled kindly.
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"Wait until you go down the mountain, don't come back! The sect has a bloody disaster! ”
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"Sect Master~......!"
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"Get out~! There is no time to explain. ”
The old man was furious and drove away the three resentful disciples.
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"Sun Yang, Sun Wu ......! It turns out that it's you!? The old man muttered to himself, came back to his senses, and looked at the two handsome young men kneeling in front of him, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, after three or four years, Feng Ling never expected that the few young disciples who had survived by luck because they were thrown down the mountain by themselves back then had now reached the level of a ninth-turn high-level ghost spirit master.
I didn't expect that an unintentional act with good intentions back then would be able to save my life before I died today!
It is in response to that sentence:
"Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil!
It's not that you don't report it, it's ......
The time has not yet ......! ”
The two disciples were overjoyed when they heard this, and they were very grateful that the white-haired old man opposite them could still remember them, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes...... We! ”
"Sect Master, sit down first!" Helping the old man with chaotic breath to sit cross-legged next to the pile of rocks and ruins, the two disciples nodded at each other, stretched out their hands that were accumulating strength, and suddenly put their palms against each other, and pressed them against the old man's back.
With a stream of soft white energy, continuously flowing into his body through his back, his flushed face quickly soothed, and Ling Weiyun's clone immediately moved in his heart, and an unusually soft blue warm current rose from his meridians.
Blue and white energy alternated, and injuries healed at an astonishing rate......
"Okay, it's okay to be old, stop it!" After a stick of incense, he realized that he was able to move at will, and a soft anti-shock force slowly came out from the back of the withered old man.
"Hiss~!" Sun Yang and Sun Wu immediately took a few steps back to regain their achievements, and their hearts were shocked, the sect master's recovery ability was too perverted!
"This place is not good for long!" swept around the cemetery with billowing smoke and dust, and the withered old man suppressed the two brothers Sun Yang and Sun Wu who were about to speak.
"Wait! There is one more thing to do. After taking two steps to take the lead, Feng Ling's heart moved, stopped again, and quickly turned around.
"What's wrong with the sect master?" Turning around and seeing the withered old man half-squatting on a ruin, Sun Yang and the others were full of doubts, and then, an old sigh sounded faintly.
"Old friend, go with peace of mind! We brothers have to do it in the next life...... True friends! Holding up five or six pieces of biting ice slag, Ling Weiyun muttered to himself in a distraction.
Then, the small amount of demonic power that had just recovered began to be transmitted, and in a short time, a half-meter-wide earth pit was dug in the ground.
"Sect Master......!" Looking at the withered old man who was holding the soil to bury the bones of the enemy, the two disciples were moved and touched a lot, and now the great revenge has been avenged, but it is only a temporary pleasure.
No matter how great the hatred is in life, it is still a matter of life and grievances, so after that, where should I and the others go? For a while, Sun Yang and the others were a little dazed, and gradually fell into deep thought, but they didn't come forward to bother.
Feng Ling held the soil while measuring it in his heart, and said secretly: "The grievances and grievances that have been entangled for three years have turned into a cloud of smoke!" buried the Black Water Slaughter, and the grievances of Weiyun Sect can be regarded as completely over, and it can be regarded as worthy of Ling Weiyun and his wife, and ...... This body! ”
The Black Water Slaughter suffered retribution and has now died a tragic death, and the people involved in the Weiyun Sect's bloody case have also been killed and injured, except for the evil spirit master Black Smoke, this cause and effect has also been settled.
But after thinking about it carefully, in addition to poisoning, the black smoke was dispersed because of the seven steps and withdrew from the bloody massacre, and Pan Yuan's heart was gouged out by the black water claw, which was also recalled after Feng Ling, in short, the black smoke that still did not know the bottom did not seem to be contaminated with human life cause and effect!
At least, not three years ago, and the rest of the time is unknown. But it is always a disaster for the evil spirit master to stay, for the black smoke, Feng Ling will not deliberately look for and hunt for it, but if he touches it, he will definitely not be merciful!