The two of them looked at the scene below with different expressions, Yan Qing liked the girl in white more much, she had such a killing skill at a young age, it was really shocking.

Song Qing'a held the handle of the red knife tightly in her right hand, if Yan Qing hadn't pressed her shoulder, it was estimated that she would have jumped down a long time ago and had a good fight with the girl.

The girl wiped the blood stains on the dagger on her body, then retracted her sleeve, kicked Dai Yunong with her foot, found that Dai Yunong had no signs of life, and squatted down to carefully check Dai Yunong's body up and down, found that there was no valuable, spit on Dai Yunong, and walked away.

Dai Yunong's body was exposed and fed to the dogs in the wilderness.

Yan Qing took out the bottle of sorghum wine that she had snatched from Wen Fengwo's shop and shook it, saying that it was a bottle, but it was actually just a few drops.

After all, this kind of anti-heaven thing that looks at the three worlds, such life and death, human flesh and bones, is not a handful of leeks, and it is used a little less, and it is actually useless for the monks on the top of the mountain, which seems to be very chicken.

Just ask the gods of the Five Realms to fight, if you want to divide life and death, where will you give you a chance to live?

After Yan Qing watched the murderous girl go away, she jumped off the clouds, and she was not in a hurry to feed Dai Yunong the life-saving yellow sorghum wine, but carefully observed the two fatal injuries on his body, which should have been in the back of the neck, but because of his strong physique, the final fatal injury was in the heart.

Yan Qing stared at the direction where the girl was gone, and secretly made a decision in her heart, she wanted this girl who didn't talk much.

Looking down at Dai Yunong, who was dead on the ground and couldn't die anymore, she couldn't help but kick it, she really hated that iron could not become steel.

Yan Qing lowered a drop of sorghum wine on Dai Yunong's body, and in an instant, the drop split into countless drops, instantly enveloping Dai Yunong's body, and the originally clear sorghum wine became cloudy in an instant, and stains continued to pour out from his body.

The wounds on his body healed quickly and quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his bloodless face gradually became rosy.

The continuous influx of spiritual fluid into the meridians and blood vessels in his body rejuvenated the functions of his internal organs.

The heart in Dai Yunong's body, which was punctured by a dagger, was tightly wrapped in a cloud of spiritual mist, and the blood vessels as thin as silk were healing on their own, and the wound was repaired and restored to its original state.

He woke up with a cough and sat up.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently.

Dai Yunong was still in a trance, and when he subconsciously stroked his chest and felt his heart beating slowly, he suddenly came back to his senses.

He had already died once, and he had died completely, he looked up at Yan Qing, who was expressionless, and was a little speechless.

You Yanji also told him that the rivers and lakes are sinister, and life and death will be divided at every turn, at first he didn't believe it, but now the scene of being stabbed to death with a dagger seems to be right in front of him, lingering in his mind for a long time.

It turns out that life and death are really only in an instant, and it turns out that even if you become a monk, death is so simple for yourself.

After walking in the ghost gate, Dai Yunong was uneasy.

He clenched his fists and pounded on the ground, indignant!

"Just like you, still thinking about sending a sword for her? When the time comes, you won't go far before someone kills someone and dumps her corpse in the wilderness, and you have to wait for her to go out of the city again and seek revenge for you all over the mountain. Even if you are lucky enough to get to Chaoge City, that ghost place will not treat a waste, I advise you to make it clear to her as soon as possible, don't have to trouble her to go back to the fishing platform world again, lest the turf die on the road, it is better to let her stay here, you can also accompany him more, you continue to be your mud legs, anyway, she will not look down on you. ”

Yan Qing actually just hated iron and steel, and said a few words.

But the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

The fire in Dai Yunong's heart can now be clearly perceived by Song Qing'a, who is now far above the sea of clouds.

Yan Qing had just returned to the sea of clouds and sat on the clouds, Song Qing'a untied the red knife on his waist and threw down the sea of clouds.

The bright red scabbard was inserted at Dai Yunong's feet, as dazzling and hot as the anger in Dai Yunong's heart.

This murderous revenge is not shared!

Dai Yunong pulled out a red knife and tied it around his waist, and there was still residual warmth on the handle!

He has traveled through the mountains since he was a child, not to mention that he was an archaeologist in his previous life, and he has not been to the barren mountains and dense forests, and he still has some experience in wilderness tracking, not to mention that in Caotou Village, in addition to farming for a living, there are also many hunters, even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen a lot of pigs.

Dai Yunong carefully followed the traces left by the girl, and chased in the direction where the girl left.

Obviously, the girl didn't expect that the dead could be resurrected, so she didn't be too careful to erase the traces along the way, which just left Dai Yunong with a lot of convenience.

The sun had completely set, and the moon had not yet climbed the treetops, and when Dai Yunong had already followed the girl's whereabouts, but there was a distance between which he didn't dare to follow too close, Dai Yunong was still a little self-aware, since the girl of unknown origin could attack and kill him so easily, it was enough to prove that he was a veteran, at least for him, he naturally didn't dare to follow too closely, so as not to startle the snake.

Dai Yunong occupies a commanding height, looking a mile away as far as the eye can see, and a bonfire has been lit.

Yan Qing and Song Qing'a were not bored, and kept staring at Dai Yunong's movements, "I can't see that this kid is still a little good." Yan Qing said.

Song Qing'a nodded, "He's actually not stupid, he's just simpler, I think it will be much better in a few years." ”

"It's still too young, though. I said this because the bystanders had discovered the clues of the girl early.

Dai Yunong squatted on the top of the tree, and with that set of breathing methods, Dai Yunong can now say that he can make himself as light as a swallow.

Suddenly, he frowned, jumped to the ground, looked up at the night sky, the red knife tied to his left waist, and his right hand grasped the hilt.

At this time, in the dense deep mountain jungle, the slaughter was extreme, and the gusts of wind blew through the treetops, rustling, and the low roar of the beast was even more terrifying.

Dai Yunong never imagined that the girl could quietly go around his rear.

The girl was even more puzzled, even though a dagger had stabbed him in the heart thoroughly, and he was still alive without the slightest sign of serious injury.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" the girl spoke a second time, looking even more like a young girl.

Dai Yunong ignored her, and his eyes locked on the girl's whereabouts.

"My name is Wei Shu. The girl spoke again, seemingly unhostile.

But Dai Yunong was even more annoyed, you must know that she killed herself without saying a word before, but now she can still calmly register her self-registration, as if nothing has happened.

"You just killed someone. Dai Yunong said in a deep voice, his tone cold.

"Aren't you dead?" asked Wei Shu.

"Then what can be done as if nothing has happened?" Dai Yunong was even more annoyed.

"How did you survive?" Wei Shu was not hiding, and appeared in front of Dai Yunong openly, and the two were no more than a hundred steps apart.

This kind of frank meeting did not make Dai Yunong's anger subside, but he was even more angry, killing people without apology, human life should not be so low!

Seeing that Dai Yunong didn't answer, Wei Shu was also a little displeased: "Don't follow me, otherwise I will kill you again." ”

"Then let's try!" the red knife came out of its sheath, and the cold light flashed, and drawing the knife was a punch.

Wei Shu was stunned by the sharpness of the red knife, but he didn't dare to resist the fist intent contained in the sword light, and he jumped into the darkness of the jungle.

Dai Yunong drew his knife with one punch, and another knife was the second punch.

The sword light is surging, and the light is cold and bitter night.

The ground is like waves, and the grass and trees are bent over.

"Yes, it's simple, it's really not stupid, it's teachable. Yan Qing saw it in her eyes and gradually felt relieved.

Song Qing'a was sitting upright at this time, with his hands clenched into fists on his knees.

She also sweated for Dai Yunong, she heard what Yan Qing said to Dai Yunong before, she knew that if the red-clothed sister next to her was really angry and couldn't take a fancy to Dai Yunong, she wouldn't care if he was a disciple of Zhan Yancheng or not, and she would definitely not let Dai Yunong have anything to do with her, if Dai Yunong insisted on not letting go, Yan Qing would not dare to kill him because he was a disciple of Zhan Yuancheng.

For Yan Qing, what about the Confucian in the Temple of Literature?

Dai Yunong took out several knives in a row, each knife cut out the narrow knife in his hand more and more handy, and the eight knives cut out Dai Yunong's 100 steps around it has become a flat bottom, destroying the withering and decaying.

Dai Yunong didn't make a knife indiscriminately, he knew in his heart that this girl named Wei Shu should be mainly attacking and killing, since he has become a prey now, he naturally can't take it lightly, he doesn't have the capital to trust it.

Now that Wei Shu and him have reversed their identities, and they have become prey, Dai Yunong can only gamble, betting that she will not give up.

Dai Yunong stuck the red knife on the ground and sat on the spot to recuperate, some things were in a hurry.

But even so, Dai Yunong also really revealed his identity as a sword cultivator, since he died practicing boxing, he would die on the way to practice boxing, maybe he was just fighting for a breath.

"Quite stubborn?" Yan Qing saw his thoughts.

Song Qing'a was also a little displeased: "Cattle plough the fields, and people suffer." ”

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The ruins of the Pacific Ocean in the world, that is, above the sea void today, the matter discussed by the four top figures has not yet reached a conclusion.

As for what was discussed, I am afraid that the four of them knew it in their hearts.

The 'Qu Soul' that was located in the Twelve Immortal Swords was carrying a person behind him at this time.

He also has the surname Lee.

"The name of Daishan Zhengshen of the Wudu Martial Temple, right?" The man behind him who was carrying the Qu Soul said with a smug look on his face to Wang Chengxia and He Zi, the guard of the Heavenly Gate, with a smug face that was about to rise to the sky.

Compared with the previous scene of ascending to the gate of heaven and going up to Bai Yujing, he was more like a complete ruffian at this time.

It's not surprising, otherwise how could you play with Wang Chengxia and what else can you do?

Wang Chengxia gave a thumbs up: "Brother Chuhe is so talented, it's a pity to only stay in the Wu Temple, the Temple of Literature should also have a title, if you really talk about things, you have to be a sect leader, no matter how bad you are, you have to be the head of the academy." ”

He Zi had an expression that should be like this, and nodded in agreement: "Wang Caishen will pay for it, and I will contribute to this way, and I will put it aside in Zhongtu to find a feng shui treasure land to build a Zhulu Academy." ”

Li Chuhe stretched out his hand and pressed down without realizing anything, and said seriously: "No, we still care about those false names?"

It's strange if you don't care, don't care about it, will it be such a large list of titles?