(Another half a month has passed, and the passage of time is a little unexpected.)

The lawn sprinkled by the morning dew in the early morning was extremely wet, but Ling Qingyan, who was standing alone on the lawn, did not notice this, at this time, a pair of eyes were staring closely at the Netherworld Long Sword in his hand, and sighed in his mouth: "In the past half a month, the eighth form of the Nine Heavenly Sword Styles has hardly made any progress. And, in the last few days, I feel like I'm getting more and more irritable, is it because I'm depressed?"

Call!

The cyan sword light suddenly turned, and Ling Qingyan directly swung his sword out, and the swirling sword light flew out mixed with the momentum of thunder......

After the brilliant cyan sword light swept across the two small trees, it fell out of control again.

After a moment, Ling Qingyan stepped forward again and pulled out the Netherworld Long Sword inserted in the lawn, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but feel a touch of bitterness, "Is this the bottleneck? I've heard that there is a bottleneck in cultivating true power, but I haven't heard that there is a bottleneck in cultivating sword skills." ”

Ling Qingyan was in it without knowing it. If there was no bottleneck in cultivating sword skills, how could Hou Jin not have fully mastered the eighth form of the Nine Heavenly Sword Styles until now? If there was no bottleneck in cultivating sword skills, how could there be so few people in the Heavenly Sword Sect who had cultivated the Nine Heavenly Sword Styles to the fullest?

Without the heart to practice the sword anymore, Ling Qingyan walked out of this complex alone, walking aimlessly like this.

"Why do I only control the first turn of the sword in my hand every time?~一~本~read~ The second turn of the novel ybdu, Zhenli seems to be completely out of control. ”

"The second turn, how should Zenik control it?"

"No, it's not!"

......

Along the way, Ling Qingyan kept gesturing with the Nether Sword in his hand, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking his head, completely unaware of the surrounding environment, as if he had hit an evil spirit. The inner disciples who kept passing by Ling Qingyan couldn't help but be surprised when they looked at Ling Qingyan, obviously they had never seen such a "hard-working" person.

As time passed, Ling Qingyan slowly came back to his senses, and the moment he raised his head and saw the surrounding buildings, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Before I knew it, I had run to the outer door." ”

"Hmm...... Please, don't ......"

Just as Ling Qingyan was about to turn around and go back, a faint sound of a woman's crying suddenly came from the side, if it weren't for Ling Qingyan's ear power being much better than ordinary people because of the influence of his spiritual sense, he really wouldn't have heard this voice. Ling Qingyan looked at the place where the voice came from, it was a remote corner, and a wall blocked Ling Qingyan's view.

Ling Qingyan, who felt that something was wrong, stepped forward in three or two steps. Turning the corner of the wall, two disheveled bodies appeared in front of Ling Qingyan's eyes, although Ling Qingyan had guessed before, but at this time, the whole person still couldn't help but surge in anger.

The woman who was squeezed inside and her body was constantly struggling saw Ling Qingyan at a glance, and her eyes were full of pleading with tears falling down, as if she wanted Ling Qingyan to give her up. And the man who was tearing his shirt with his back to Ling Qingyan was still arrogantly whispering, "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I won't move your family." And in the sect, if you follow me in the future, the inner disciples will not dare to underestimate you!"

No wonder!

Ling Qingyan looked at the woman in front of her, no wonder she stopped shouting, it turned out that she was threatened by this person. Hearing this man's more and more arrogant voice later, Ling Qingyan only felt that the moment his anger swelled, there was a turmoil in the sea of consciousness, and then a bloody aura rushed directly into Ling Qingyan's right arm uncontrollably, and then into the Netherworld Long Sword in Ling Qingyan's right hand. In an instant, the blood-red aura around the Nether Sword was pervasive.

Anger!

Ling Qingyan has been a human being for two lives, and what he hates the most is someone as insulting and innocent as the man in front of him. In the previous life, there was once a time when Ling Qingyan's girlfriend Li'er was held hostage by an adversary, and even almost defiled, but it was Ling Qingyan who arrived at the right time to prevent the tragedy from happening. But that opponent was brutally poked hundreds of holes by Ling Qingyan, who seemed to have completely lost his mind at that time, with the personal dagger he was carrying!

**!Brutal!

When Ling Qingyan, who was in a state of madness, walked out with Li'er covered in blood, everyone was shocked.

The fact that the "Qingshan Gang" Boss Ling was angry with his face also swept the underground forces of the entire city like a hurricane. Since then, no one in the opponents of the Qingshan Gang has dared to threaten Ling Qingyan with Li'er, and after this incident, they already know that Li'er is Ling Qingyan's inviolable scale!

Reverse the scales, and those who touch it die!

"Roaring ......"

Looking at the scene in front of him, which was extremely similar to the beginning of the previous life, Ling Qingyan's throat suddenly rolled a few times, and let out a low roar. But it was this low roar that made the man in front of him, who had just taken off half of his shirt, subconsciously turn around, and at the same time, the man's whole body burst into bursts of light green true power at the same time.

"Ling Qingyan, you ......"

Looking at Ling Qingyan's sword straight towards him in horror, the man had no time to dodge.

The man was none other than the precept elder's own grandson, "Wen Yi", and he was also a second-generation disciple in the inner sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but he was a guy who purely relied on the name of the precept elder. After three years, Wen Yi also knew that Ling Qingyan, an extremely special existence in the inner door, wanted to move him because of the incident three years ago, but he was blocked by his grandfather. At that time, Wen Yi knew that Ling Qingyan was the most special existence in the inner gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he was his grandfather, and he didn't dare to provoke him easily.

To say that in the Heavenly Sword Sect, there were only a few people who dared to kill him, and Ling Qingyan in front of him was one of them. At this moment, seeing Ling Qingyan swinging his sword, the moment it was difficult to dodge, Wen Yi's face was full of horror, and at the same time, his eyes were full of begging, as if he hoped that Ling Qingyan would let him go.

But he didn't know Ling Qingyan's mood at this time, if he knew, he wouldn't have done this today. You must know that since that incident in the previous life, Ling Qingyan has strictly ordered his brothers not to force women to do things they don't want, if he knows, they will serve with three knives and six holes!

Is it possible to let Wen Yi go?

With a hint of reason, the target of the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand filled with bloody aura was this gentle crotch part, which was plain and unremarkable, and the sword that was swung straight out also brought a sharp sword roar......

The sword fell, and Ling Qingyan's right hand turned with spiral strength......

Destroying and decaying, Wen Yi's lower crotch suddenly became blurred with flesh and blood, and it was unbearable to see!

And at the moment when Ling Qingyan's sword fell, Wen Yi's forehead was also swollen for a while, and at the same time, his mouth opened, and he was about to roar.

However, he never had a chance to shout again, because the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand, which was filled with bloody aura, fell into Wen Yi's crotch and stirred rapidly for several times, and then swept through Wen Yi's throat like lightning......

The sword passed, and the blood surged.

"Bang!"

Wen Yi's pupils were dilated, and his whole body fell to the ground in such disheveled clothes. At this time, Ling Qingyan also withdrew the Netherworld Long Sword in his hand into the Baina Ring, and then stepped forward to help the woman who was arranging her clothes.

Ling Qingyan never noticed that when his Netherworld Sword entered the Baina Ring, the bloody aura in the period had not disappeared, and it was still wrapped around the sword body, and it entered the Baina Ring with the Netherworld Long Sword.

ps: The ** of this episode is coming soon!