The flying dragon was in the sky, and at this time, Baili Suxue didn't know how many cultivators were shocked and trembled, but he looked at the outline of Changling, and there was no pride in his eyes except hatred.

It was a very large city, and there was no edge in sight, and in the years before Yuan Wu ascended the throne, the population of this city-state, which was probably the largest in history, exceeded a million, not to mention the foreign population from various counties and states, and caravans from all dynasties and regions.

No matter how much this place was stolen by Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve in the end, but changing the law to make the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the dynasty prospered, he was not as good as Wang Jingmeng after all, and it was impossible for him to do it.

As for Wang Jingmeng who went all the way through the alleys to the ground and finally died in battle, it was not that he was stupid, nor did he not think that he would take a certain method to enter the palace like this, but the situation forced him, and he had to use this way in exchange for the survival of some people.

Wang Jingmeng didn't have more than ten years of preparation time like himself, so compared with Wang Jingmeng, he felt that he had nothing to be proud of.

Even if there are different opinions, even if Wang Jingmeng does not listen to persuasion, but the other party is a real person after all, and he does not hide his thoughts and emotions at all in front of him... So even if he was annoyed with Wang Jingmeng, even if he closed the mountain gate and didn't even give Wang Jingmeng a chance to meet, he was just angry, he just felt that time would let Wang Jingmeng see clearly, but he didn't expect the change to be so fast and so drastic.

Since Wang Jingmeng has always been his best friend in his heart, he naturally wants to avenge Wang Jingmeng.

He naturally wanted to complete what Wang Jingmeng had not done back then.

......

The ghost dragon enters Changling.

It flew so high that even the Yin Falling Moon in those corners of Changling could not be reached, but when it swept through the sky, the shadow cast by its body from high above was like a huge Xuanyue, enveloping these tall corner towers.

In a quiet house in Changling, a young man in Chinese clothes was in front of the window of a pavilion, looking at the dragon shadow moving majestically on the central axis of Changling, and his face was extremely gray.

This is the Duanmu Hou Mansion.

This young man in gorgeous clothes is Duanmu Jingzong.

He is one of the genius boys in Changling, and he is a student of the Minshan Sword Sect, but he is a very important chess piece of Zheng Sleeve at the Minshan Sword Meeting.

At this time, the Changling Tomb was very empty.

Duanmuhou's Mansion is also empty.

Those powerful cultivators who were recalled from the army, and the offerings in the palace, all followed Duanmu Hou to kill Minshan.

When he looked at the ghost dragon flying from the Minshan Sword Sect in fear, a very petite, but very cold and untouchable girl had already walked into the very empty Duanmu Hou Mansion.

Duanmu Jingzong was still looking at the dragon shadow falling in the sky, he had just smelled the smell of blood, sensed a strange fluctuation of vitality, and the moment he lowered his head, he saw the figure of this girl.

His face was bloodless.

"What do you want to do?"

He couldn't help but cry out.

However, he himself knew the answer to this question.

This girl is Jingruli.

And she came all the way with blood.

Jing Liuli looked at the young man whose skin was whiter than the white wall powder on the wall because of fear, and his face naturally showed a strong sense of sarcasm. According to her original temperament, she was disdainful of answering at this time.

However, thinking of studying in this city, thinking of some of the words that Ding Ning had said to her, she knew that the answer at this time could increase the fear in the opponent's heart, so she looked at Duanmu Jingzong mockingly, and said lightly: "Are you an idiot? Your father went to Minshan to kill my master, and I came here to kill you people from Duanmu Houfu, of course this is a very fair thing." ”

Duanmu Jingzong is also a number of figures among the younger generation of cultivators in Changling, but he himself is a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect, and he knows Jingliuli very well, and the more he understands, the more he knows how terrifying Jingliuli is.

Hearing this sentence at this time, his body trembled with fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out of Changling at all?"

This is the most powerless form of intimidation.

Therefore, the mocking look on Jing Liuli's face was even stronger.

She turned her head to look around, looking at the entire city that was panicked because of the flying dragon in the sky, looking at the chaotic corner towers that were still trying to find Ye Celeng's traces, and feeling the fluctuations of vitality in the air caused by the fighting of the officials of the Divine Capital Prison and the Heavenly Prison Division in the streets and alleys, and laughed at the same time, "The current Changling is very chaotic. ”

Changling is very chaotic, which means that even if he kills a person like him, no one cares at all, and no one has time to take care of it.

Duanmu Jingzong understands that he can only rely on himself.

So he said almost pleadingly: "Senior sister, I am also a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect. ”

"Just because you are a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect, so don't think about escaping, I'll give you a chance to fight a fair battle. Jing Liuli looked at him and said quietly.

Just as her voice sounded, Duanmu Jingzong let out a beast-like howl, and a thick fog surged up in front of him, and the whole person took advantage of the cover of this thick fog and swept back frantically.

However, at this moment, his cry stopped.

In the afterglow of his eyes, he saw the side face of Jing Liuli.

Jing Liuli's figure is already on par with him.

His body stiffened involuntarily.

There was a soft pop.

He looked at the place where the sound came from in a bit of confusion, only to see that the afterimage of a black stone sword was being withdrawn, and his heart had been pierced, and he could see the scenery behind him.

"Why... Why use such a sword?"

When the fear reached the extreme, and everything was settled, his mind was numb, and he asked this sentence for no reason.

The sword used in Jingliuli is very ordinary, it is an "ink wash" sword, in the Minshan Sword Valley, a stone sword made of the essence of inkstone.

At this time, the incomprehensible thing is that since the Minshan Sword Sect is prepared, when this city is empty, Jingliuli enters this city and kills it, then it should use the best sword in Minshan, not this very ordinary stone sword.

"Wash away the lead, the master wants me to fight without relying on talent and without relying on sword sharpness. ”

Jing Liuli put away his sword and answered the last question in his life, "And this is just an experience, today's Changling, I am not the protagonist." ”

......

Jing Liuli walked out of the blood-soaked Duanmu Hou Mansion without any scruples.

In the depths of Duanmu Hou's Mansion, there were some suppressed fearful cries of women and children.

Her steps suddenly stopped, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

In an alleyway to her side, a teenager stood.

On his back, like Dugu Hou, he also carried a lot of swords.

This is Dugu Bai.

Just squinting at him, Jing Liuli regained absolute calm, and said, "Since you have discovered me, but you haven't brought anyone here, and you don't have any killing intent, what do you mean?"

Dugu Bai looked at her, took a deep breath, and said, "I am a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect. ”

Jing Liuli frowned slightly, and said, "And then?"

Dugu Bai said, "My father helps the queen, and I help you and Shizun." ”