If that sword really came from the South Mountain hills, the ruthless fairy naturally had nothing to say.

On the contrary, there was more relief in my heart.

After all, there is no shame in losing to Juggernaut.

The sword of his own, which was subordinated to the sword of the Sword Master, was able to be used by him, and it was also a pride and honor for the sword itself.

But if not...

The ruthless fairy turned pale, her eyes were still murderous, and she repeated the words in the dark: "Did that sword come from the South Mountain hills?"

The power of the dragon turtle in Tang Qing's body was slowly circulating, and he was repairing the injury on his left hand little by little.

He still held the short sword in his right hand, and most of the sword intent was hidden in the sword body, leaving only the tip of the iceberg to diffuse under the blade, but it was only the tip of the iceberg, and the power and power contained in it were enough to make people feel frightened.

Tang Qing was silent for a moment and said, "If you really talk about the roots, this sword is indeed from the hills of Nanshan Mountain, and it has been in the hands of that Wilderness Sword Saint for a long time. ”

The ruthless fairy gradually condensed coldly, and secretly smiled bitterly, thinking that this was indeed the case.

It's just that Tang Qing quickly added: "But this sword was not given to me by the Sword Saint, and I haven't even seen the face of that Sword Saint." ”

It's the truth.

At this point, he remembered a small temple in the distant mountains, where there was a girl like a bright moon, who had pinned the sword to her waist in the sun.

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes became warmer, and there was suddenly a little softness in his heart.

The Ruthless Fairy frowned and asked, "Then how did you get this sword?" With your strength, you couldn't control the terrifying sword intent in the meantime. But you use it freely, and the sword intent is at your disposal, as if this sword has long been convinced of you. ”

"Perhaps, this sword is not pleasing to me, but to my teacher. ”

Tang Qing said: "Because this is the sword given to me by the teacher. ”

The sword from the hills of the South Mountain, apart from the death of the proud Wilderness Sword Saint, who else is worthy of giving everything to serve with sword intent?

The main thing is that in order to control this sword, not only the consent of the sword is required, but also the consent of the sword master.

The teacher in this young man's mouth is not even more powerful than a saint?

Can you let the Sword Master let go and let this sword change hands willingly?

The ruthless fairy was a little incredulous, she just wanted to ask something more, but Tang Qing suddenly took a step forward with the short sword, he didn't want to continue to dwell on the origin of this sword.

At this time, the night wind gradually dissipated, the chill subsided slightly, and looking at the outside world through the gap in the trees, it seemed that it was the eve of dawn.

It's almost dawn.

But there was one person who hadn't been killed yet.

At this time, Wu Lao Er was hiding behind the ancient tree and shivering, he looked at the strange young man in front of him who couldn't be provoked, and looked at the short sword in his hand that was sure to come from the hills of Nanshan.

For a while, my heart was like ashes.

When Tang Qing's eyes looked over, he took a few steps back with some fear, and cried at the ruthless fairy with the last hope: "Fairy, save me!"

The ruthless fairy covered the wound on her shoulder, and the real energy in her body poured into it little by little to stop the bleeding.

It's just that the sword intent still exists between the flesh and blood, although she doesn't continue to tear the wound, she can't force it out completely, and no matter what happens tonight, she can't make another move.

She didn't care about Wu Laoer's life and death, but she was very curious about Tang Qing's reason for killing Wu Laoer.

She asked, "Why do you have to kill him?"

Tang Qing was silent for a moment and replied, "You should know who he is?"

The ruthless fairy nodded: "The flower thief from the green forest in Jiangbei." ”

Tang Qing turned his eyes to look at the ruthless fairy, his eyes were calm, and he said seriously: "Since that's the case, shouldn't he be killed?"

The ruthless fairy was stunned, a little speechless.

Flower thieves can be killed by everyone.

It's just that a lone teenager came here late at night, just to kill a fallen flower thief, is it a little too enthusiastic?

Is there something else going on here?

She naturally didn't understand the young man's mind.

Tang Qing didn't intend to say much to him, he just lifted the short sword in his hand, and the sword intent that was exposed was ready to be released, and it might be whistling away in the next moment.

In the dark, Wu Lao Er was on the verge of death, and he was disheartened, but he suddenly realized something.

The Ruthless Fairy's long sword fell into the darkness and disappeared, so the sword intent that had enveloped this deep forest and trapped itself here was no longer there.

Does it mean that he can already send a distress signal to Zhou Jiaoxi, who is guarding in front of the Xuanwu list?

With this in mind, Wu Lao Er looked up at the sky and looked towards the headsky through the gap in the lush trees.

The sky was dark, with a little glimmer of light on the eve of dawn, and at the very top of this dark sky, a wind and cloud of pen and ink slowly flowed in it, hiding countless mysteries.

Between the pen and ink, there are countless golden rays of light floating in it, which is the natal spirit of the nine thousand powerful Dao of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, specially designed to take those human monks who sent out a distress signal to escape from the Jiangshan Society.

A glimmer of light dawned.

Wu Laoer's eyes suddenly widened, and he directly bit the tip of his tongue, bursting into a thunderstorm.

Then he looked at the brush and ink wind and clouds above his head with an arrogant face, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, blending into the air along the dark sky between the forests, and heading towards the sky at a very fast speed.

As soon as that heart's work came out of the deep forest, it was found by some kind of power between the headspace of the Jiangshan Shejitu.

The pen and ink suddenly rose, the wind and clouds stirred, and one of the golden lights fell down in the air, falling straight down the route that had come from painstakingly, all the way through the void, over countless ancient trees and dead leaves, and came to this gravel path.

The ruthless fairy looked at the golden light and knew what Wu Lao Er was doing.

He wanted to escape.

The ruthless fairy's face was like frost, and the murderous aura in her eyes condensed into substance.

She promised not to kill Wu Lao Er for the time being, but she never thought of letting him go.

According to her expectations, when the ten years in the Jiangshan Society map are approaching, she will still send this flower thief from the green forest of Jiangbei to meet his three brothers.

But at this moment, she could only watch the golden light appear, with incomparably powerful power into Wu Laoer's body, and soon she would take him out of this world and go to freedom.

She had the heart to stop Wu Lao Er, and even wanted to kill him.

However, the real strength in his body is lacking, his breath is weak, and he has the intention to kill, but he is unable to do it.

Even if she could sense where her sword had fallen, she couldn't recall it.

The ruthless fairy sighed, and just watched Wu Lao Er rise with the golden light, and gradually fade away with an extremely arrogant laugh.

High in the sky above the deep forest, Wu Laoer's presumptuous voice came: "The stinky girls of the Jade Girl Sect, when Lao Tzu goes out, he will definitely kill the Jade Girl Sect and go to find the little ladies inside to make love!"

The ruthless fairy frowned when she heard this, and there was a trace of helplessness hidden under the murderous aura in her eyes.

Her eyes gradually lowered, glanced at Tang Qing lightly, and then said, "Maybe I should let you kill him." ”

Tang Qing was also looking at Wu Lao Er who rose with the golden light at this time, his eyes were looking far away, but in just a moment, the figure under the golden light was about to disappear in his eyes, and gradually disappeared between the brushes and inks in the sky with the sound of the wind.

He held the short sword, calm and indifferent.

No panic.