"Poof!~" Dongfang Xuchen supported his body with a broken blade, his other hand covered his chest, and thick blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

There was no power to return to the sky, and Shen Xuanqing had no idea of sparing his life, controlling the sword soul to pass through the pipa bone of Dongfang Qingchen in an instant!

Bang bang bang!~

Dongfang Xuchen let go of the hand holding the knife and spread it to the ground, and he was still able to speak when he was dying.

"Troubled times are coming. Ahem!uh~... Shun Zhechang... Rebels... Dead ......" slurred his last words in this world.

The light of the turbid moon, the eyes of the waning moon, the sound of the sword, the light and shadow of the sword, the winner is the king, and the loser is the coward!

Shen Xuanqing, the prodigal son of Changqing, stepped into the realm of the world!

He dragged his wounded body away with the moonlight on his back, and when he turned to leave, he lamented: "The leaves fall to the roots, the flowers fall to dust, the heart dies, the people die... Clearing. ”

"'Ink dyeing', what do you say my sin is?" Shen Xuanqing asked the ink dye sword spirit while holding his sword.

"What is the sin of the sword master? It's just that those thieves forced it on. The ink-dyed sword spirit replied.

Shen Xuanqing was silent, stroked his sleeves and walked away.

When the officers and soldiers who maintained law and order arrived, there was only one corpse on the ground.

At this time, Changming, who was on the run, was not just running for her life, her body and mind were being eaten away by the dark side of the rivers and lakes and society little by little, and gradually began to distort under the influence of the two......

I saw Changming sitting in the alley all night, constantly thinking: "Why is this like this? Why did you take everything away from me again and again? Why can't I live well? Blame me for being so cowardly! If I was strong enough, none of this would have happened! I wouldn't have watched them die one by one!" Changming teased the green silk with his side face, stroked the scar on the left side of his face, leaned against the stone wall, and the shadow under the black robe gradually expanded and enveloped her heart.

Changming stared at his left hand with the loss of his ring finger stupidly, and the fire of resentment in his heart continued to swell.

"Sword and ink dye... Ink dyeing... Ink dyed ...... "The hatred flowing in Changming's veins is tumbling and boiling, and it has been thirteen years since the fall of Jianzhuang.

"I'm going to end all this with my own hands!" At this time, what I thought in my heart was the same as what Jian Yi was thinking about rising to fame, painting and washing ink and dyeing the sword to point to the country!

Changming walked into the noisy street market, only to see a beggar in a ragged robe running past her, shoving a book into her waist.

"Later, the little monk will come to fetch it. The ragged beggar's murmur passed into Changming's heart.

It turned out that the ragged beggar stuffed her with one of the three canons of Buddhism, the "Inner Canon" - "Prajna Heart Sutra"

In order to avoid the revenge of the Xue Jiang family, the monks of the castle tower scattered and fled, so the three classics of Buddhism were scattered in the world, and the rumors of "those who get the three classics will dominate the martial arts and seize the world" are flourishing.

Some of the monks hid in the Shangqing Temple, but unfortunately they were soon found out by the Xue Jiang family, and less than four people escaped from the whole door overnight, one of them was Miao Ze, and the remaining two were Miao Shan (Li Zhong) and Miao Neng (Zhang Xuan).

Miao Ze didn't run far before he was discovered by the plainclothes Xue Jiang who was hiding in the crowd, and a fierce battle was inevitable, and the people in the martial arts from all walks of life on the other side turned their targets to the black-robed and broken finger man.

A group of people wearing different robes forced Changming into the alley, all of them with fierce faces, and even threatened with knives.

"Hand over the Prajna Heart Sutra, and I can keep my brother safe. "It was Kongtong who sent Ren Wucheng (Ren Xiaoyao's son) to stretch out his hand and say, there are many disciples who came to Kongtong this time, and the peerless secret book is close at hand, of course, it is to be enjoyed exclusively!

Changming turned over the hood of the black robe, turned around slowly, and saw a wisp of green silk broken, his eyes full of world-weariness, the breeze blowing on his face, and the pink lips were colorless and dark.

"Brother Ren can have exclusive secrets, but this woman's ......," Songshan Zuo Zizhan hinted to Ren Wucheng.

After listening carefully, Ren Wucheng did not answer Zuo Zizhan, and said to Changming with a smile: "Girl, don't worry, Xiao Ke will definitely protect you after handing over the cheats." As he spoke, he held out his hand.

Changming didn't think much about it, so he took out the cheats, and when he was about to touch Ren Wucheng's palm, he saw that the people around him seemed to be surging up in the next second, and instantly shrank his hand and turned around, the breeze blew across her cheeks, and the scar on the left side of his face scared everyone away.

"Anyway, people and cheats are needed, so let's go together. Chang Ming said provocatively with a royal voice, coupled with her posture and posture, she couldn't tell that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

After hearing this, a Kongtong disciple was annoyed and angry and stepped forward to arrest Changming.

There was a bang in the alley, and the disciple vomited blood and flew out, unconscious on the spot.

"It's a master, don't act rashly. Ren Wucheng said to everyone, and pushed forward with a Kongtong disciple.

The Kongtong disciple's legs were a little weak, and it was not easy to take a step forward, and the Changming whip leg swept into the wind, with the blessing of the Nine Beggars Divine Skill and the Oriental Heart Method, the strength that came out could be felt by everyone, as fast as a swift arrow and as powerful as a tiger.

Click~ The left rib of the Kongtong disciple was kicked and broken, and he rolled out of the crowd, but he was ruthless and did not make a ruthless move.

Seeing this, the disciples of the other sects gave up, leaving only the Kongtong sect here.

"Go on, give it all to me!" Ren Wucheng shouted, and ordered the disciples of Kongtong to flock to Changming.

It is to snatch the Buddhist scripture "Prajna Heart Sutra", and if it is not successful, it will become benevolent.

The strength of everyone and Chang Ming was very different, and they couldn't even break through their body protection qi, so how could they take the secret book from their hands? All the sword blades were cut off by the dagger that she used the Eastern Heart Method to integrate into her qi, and she knocked everyone to the ground in two moments.

I saw a Kongtong disciple holding Changming and not letting go, Ren Wucheng immediately used a sword to pass through the disciple's abdomen, and the blade of the sword went straight to Changming's chest, but fortunately it didn't touch the vital point, and the Kongtong disciple's blood splashed on Changming's body.

"Ahh

Ren Wucheng fiddled with the blade of the sword and continued to push it to the hilt.

"People like you have to die!" Chang Ming held the blade with all his might, but after hearing the click, Ren Wucheng was suddenly stunned.

Ren Wucheng, who drew the broken sword, was stunned, and shouted loudly as he retreated: "Don't come here, who are you?", Changming walked towards him with a dagger in his hand.

Ren Wucheng hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy: "The woman spares her life! The woman spares her life!" Yin Luo saw that Changming didn't make a move, and raised his head and was about to protrude a thin needle from his mouth to sneak attack her.

Changming's fingers pressed Ren Wucheng's neck and nudged it, and the thin needle went down his throat.

"Ahem~Ahem~ You... You're going to regret killing me..."Ren Wucheng whimpered, and before the sound fell, Chang Ming plunged the dagger deep into Ren Wucheng's right neck, picked up the broken sword and stabbed it through his chest.

"I... My father... will ...... for me" Ren Wucheng's throat was choked by blood, and he stretched out his hand to the sky without looking at it, this sentence could not scare her with blood on her hands at all.

This is Changming's first murder, she didn't think about how many people will hunt her down in the future, and said: "Remember, my name is 'Lone Lantern Changming', if you want revenge, come to me." "Let's go out of the alley.

The Kongtong disciples hurriedly rushed forward to inspect Ren Wucheng's condition, and the person who had been cut off from his qi veins was already dead......

The bad news soon spread to Kongtong Mountain, Ren Xiaoyao changed color after listening, his face was very gloomy, his hands kept trembling, and he shouted: "The lonely lamp is !!always bright~~~" almost shattered all the doors, windows, and porcelain in Kongtong Mountain.

Then he roared angrily: "If anyone can kill her, the position of head will be passed to whom!" Before the sound fell, the whole door became agitated, and went down the mountain one after another, all in order to take the head of the lonely lamp.