Heavy rain poured down and poured down on the mountain gate of Linglong Pavilion.

In the inner garden of the Zhong Mansion, the wet purple-robed young man slowly opened his eyes.

In the distant sky, bursts of roar and dazzling light sounded from time to time, stabbing the young man's eyes with pain.

He sat up, stunned.

It seemed like he was wondering why he was here.

Another light lit up, accompanied by a cry of pain.

The boy woke up at that moment, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the light.

I saw that above the sky, four figures were entangled together.

The young man's pupils dilated suddenly at that time, and he remembered what had happened, and it was Zhong Chang who knocked him unconscious.

He stood up, anxiously trying to do something, but not to mention that this level of combat was something he couldn't participate in at all, and the height of the air alone was far from what he could go to through the secluded realm.

Therefore, he could only look at the situation in the sky, but he could not do anything.

At this time, I saw the white-haired Si Blank, with a swing of the long sword in his hand, forcing away the three people who surrounded him, and then a red light flashed between his eyebrows, his speed suddenly increased a little, and his voice was like a ghost, killing in front of the man in the seven-star black robe, and the long sword in his hand was wrapped in the power of thunder, and stabbed straight away.

In the exclamations of the other two, the man in the seven-star black robe froze in place.

Seeing this, the other two hurriedly wanted to go to the rescue, but a sneer appeared at the corner of Nasi's blank mouth, and a howl like a demon suddenly sounded in his body, and a ghost with two horns on his head and bones on his back appeared behind him at that time, and the majestic momentum spread like ripples.

The evil god appeared, and with a wave of his huge arm, Zhong Chang, who was dressed in a red robe, was caught off guard, and was hit hard by the evil ghost, and his body flew out of the sky.

And Si Bai was even more at that time, the long sword in his hand was drawn, and the figure in the seven-star black robe immediately fell straight from the sky like a puppet with a lost thread. Si Bai didn't look at the dead master of the sect, and turned his eyes to look at Ning Zhumang on the other side.

Ning Zhumang saw that Long Congyun was killed in battle, and Zhong Chang hated to be defeated, so he knew that there was no chance to kill Si Blank today.

He simply stopped and looked at Si Bai with heavy eyes.

Their eyes met in mid-air through the thick night, through the curtain of pouring rain, through the roaring thunder.

"You've lost. Si Bai said at that time, his eyes glowing with a strange blood.

Ning Zhumang smiled miserably when he heard this.

He looked at the three majestic peaks in the rain curtain around him, sighed heavily, and said dejectedly: "Yes, lost?"

The blood light in Si Bai's eyes brightened a little, "You injured Gongsun Ming and Zhu Longqi, and almost put my Linglong Pavilion in danger." I can't keep you. There was no lack of regret in his tone.

"If you didn't kill them, it was indeed the fault of Zhumang, and you were ashamed of your ancestors. Ning Zhumang also regretted. It's just that the conversation between the two is obviously not on the same line.

......

Song Yueming, who was soaking wet, dragged Zhong Changhe, who had fallen not far away, back to the courtyard in embarrassment.

"Uncle Shi!" he shook the red-robed old man vigorously, trying to wake him up from his coma.

Zhong Changhe slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his eyes to look at Ning Zhumang, who was confronting Si Bai, and then at the purple-robed young man in front of him with an anxious face.

"Zhu Xian's calculation is really good. As he spoke, his face pale and angry.

"Didn't Uncle Shi kill Zhu Longqi?" The purple-robed young man was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't know what happened in the process of his coma, but he could probably hear something from Zhong Chang's hateful tone.

The weak Zhong Chang hated and shook his head with a wry smile, "Zhu Long has a life-saving secret treasure on his body, we are too careless." ”

Song Yueming's heart sank when he heard this, I wish Long Qi immortal, then the cooperation between Linglong Pavilion and the Long Night Division will inevitably continue, so wouldn't the sacrifices of a few people today be in vain?

He gritted his teeth at that time: "Uncle Shi, where Zhu Long Qi is now, I will go and kill him!" As he spoke, he lifted the long sword that fell aside, and the light in his eyes was decisive. "Yougong Sun Ming, how did you kill him?" Zhong Changhe hurriedly grabbed the young man, and such a violent movement affected the injuries in his body, making his face more and more pale.

"Then isn't there a way? Just watch Linglong Pavilion destroy the thousand-year-old inheritance and reputation in Si Blank's hands!" the young man asked, the look in his eyes extremely anxious.

The old man bowed his head and was silent.

Such a reaction undoubtedly made Song Yueming's heart sink to the bottom, he gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up again.

"Let me give it a try, uncle! Even if I die, I will give it a try!"

When these words came out, Zhong Chang, who lowered his head, suddenly seemed to think of something, he looked at the two people who were facing the sky, and then looked at the young man in front of him. Suddenly, he said, "There is another way..."

"What?" the young man hurriedly asked.

"You come here. Zhong Chang said hatefully.

......

"Bamboo mang... Among all the disciples, I like and trust you the most, but why, even you don't understand?" Ning Zhumang's attitude made Si Bai a little irritable, and he asked, his voice wrapped in anger, regret, and incomprehension.

"The disciple understands, but the uncle doesn't understand, and the lesson of Uncle Mangji is still in front of him, but the uncle can't understand it. Compared to Si Blank's irritability, Ning Zhumang was much calmer, and he said so, his eyes looking straight at the old man with his hair scattered.

That gaze inexplicably made Si Bai very unhappy at this moment.

"I'm different from him, he's in the dark, but I can control the Great Reverse Sword Codex, look at me, am I like him back then!?" the old man roared, his high-pitched voice spitting out of his mouth like thunder, rumbling.

Ning Zhumang heard this and quieted down.

He looked Si Bai up and down with calm eyes, as if it was really as Si Bai said, considering the difference between him and that Mangji Sword Immortal.

And then.

"It's too much of a resemblance. Ning Zhumang said, his voice was as calm as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

These words undoubtedly poked at the pain of Zhongji's blankness, the aura around him became more and more violent at that moment, and the evil god phantom behind him let out a terrible roar, and the terrifying voice overwhelmed the roaring thunder, shaking the torrential rain in the sky, and a breath like the end of the world lingered in the sky above the Linglong Pavilion.

The light in Ning Zhumang's pupils condensed, and he found that compared to the day before yesterday when he fought against Yuan Guilong, his uncle's aura seemed to be a little stronger.

"In this way, the old man has no choice but to kill you. At this time, Si Yan's gloomy voice sounded again, his white hair was raised indiscriminately, his black robe was agitated high, and the aura around him was strange and cold.

"But I beg to die. Ning Zhumang stretched out his hand, and the strength around him also rose at that moment.

Although it was far from the monstrous Si Kong, there was not half a look of fear in his eyes, but a calm and terrifying look.

......

"Uncle Shi! This can't be! How can I do such a rebellious thing!" Song Yueming exclaimed, his face full of horror.

"This is the only way, to save Linglong Pavilion, you have to have the determination to bear the sin. Zhong Chang said so, his pale face was flushed with red tide at that time, and it seemed that his physical condition was a little better.

"But..."Song Yueming wanted to say something, but at that time, Zhong Changhe sat up suddenly, and as soon as he patted Song Yueming's shoulder, Song Yueming's body involuntarily turned around at that time.

He wanted to stop Zhong Chang from making the next move, but he found that his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and couldn't move at all.

"Remember, live! You must live!" Zhong Chang said with hatred, his breath sank, he sat cross-legged behind Song Yueming, his hands connected several marks at the dantian, and then, the light in his eyes flashed, and his palms waved out and slapped straight on Song Yueming's back.

At that time, Song Yueming's body shook, and he felt a majestic force rolling into his body along the place where he came into contact with Zhong Changhe, passing through his limbs and hundreds of remains, hiding in his pylorus.

The look on Song Yueming's face changed from horror to horror, from panic to despair, and finally collapsed.

He could clearly feel the aura around the old man behind him getting weaker and weaker as time went on, and he couldn't do anything, not even a single sound.

At that moment, for his weakness and powerlessness, the purple-robed young man finally had the deepest feelings.

......

Ning Zhumang is not Si Blank's opponent after all.

The two fought for only two rounds, and Si Bai caught a glimpse of the opportunity, and with a sword, the black evil aura in the sky followed.

Ning Zhumang's body shook, and there was a shocking blood hole in his chest, and the evil qi in the sky seemed to have found an opportunity at that time, and it poured into his body all over the world along the wound. The meridians in his body withered and died at a rate visible to the naked eye...

In an instant, he lost the strength to stand out of thin air, and his body fell straight like a kite with a broken string.

His eyes widened as he stared at the sky, and countless images of the past flashed through his mind.

He thought about the tearful eyes of the woman when he brushed his sleeves and left that year.

He thought about the green mound and the baby girl waiting to be fed when he returned.

He thought about the entrustment of his master before his death, and the life and death of tens of thousands of disciples...

Rumble!

A roar rang out from the sky.

Pulling Ning Zhumang's thoughts back to reality, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the situation in a mansion on the top of the mountain in the distance.

Ning Zhumang was stunned.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his bloodless face.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and heavy rain poured down.

The spark is not extinguished, the spark is not extinguished.

He muttered to himself, finally closing his eyes.

With a thud, his body fell to the ground, his flesh blurred.

......

Si blank's calm eyes fell.

Thousands of disciples on the ground looked at Si Bai with extremely frightened and fanatical expressions. Some kind of red light of their kind is almost the same as it, and they gather together, and this situation is extremely weird.

"What about Zhong Chang's hatred?" Si Bai asked in a deep voice, his white hair scattered indiscriminately, and at that time, this immortal seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

The disciple saw Zhong Chang hating the thief and was dragged into the Zhong Mansion by Song Yueming. At this time, a disciple in the crowd hurriedly stepped forward and said, but it was Lang Chaosha, who had just died of the master, but at this moment, his face was not half sad, but full of flattery and cruel smiles.

"Huh?" Si Bai raised his eyebrows when he heard this, then turned around and strode towards the Zhong Mansion.

Seeing this, Lang Chaosha hurriedly followed.

When they came to the gate of the Bell House, the rain fell even heavier.

It was as if something had stabbed a huge breach in the dome, and the rain was pouring down as if it were about to submerge the world.

Si Bai stood still in front of the mansion gate, and Lang Chaosha behind him quickly came to his senses.

He strode to the door of the mansion and shouted towards the mansion arrogantly: "Song Yueming, your death time has come, you dare to harbor thieves..."

As soon as he had spoken, a thing was thrown out of the courtyard, tossed on the ground, and finally landed at Si Kong's feet.

At that time, everyone looked at it with deep eyes, and then they were shocked to realize that the thing was actually a head.

Zhong Chang's hateful head.

Squeak!

With a soft sound, the gate of the courtyard was opened.

A young man in a purple robe, drenched all over, strode out at that moment.

He didn't look at the extremely ugly look on Lang Chaosha's face on the side, and walked straight to Si Bai's face.

He knelt down on one knee and spoke loudly.

"The apprentice does not disgrace the teacher's name, the traitor Zhong Chang has been ambushed, and the head is here, but please take a look at the master. ”

The boy lowered his head.

The rain washed over his body and ran down the ends of his hair.

His face was covered in water stains.

But no one could tell whether it was rain or tears.

(End of chapter)