Those black-clothed men were obviously shocked by the tragic scene in front of them, they didn't expect the battle to be so fierce, with stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and rivers of blood! But the biggest target of their trip, Song Xinghai, was undoubtedly still alive! These killers were very angry in their hearts, the intelligence department had made such a stupid mistake that they had taken the lives of twenty brothers in vain! If they hadn't underestimated the target's cultivation level, the death of these people could have been completely avoided. 【】How much does it cost to train a dead soldier at the peak of Qi Extraction? What a bunch of stupid things!

"Our brothers are all good! Although he sacrificed his life, he also made Song Xinghai pay the price of blood, and his death time has come!"

"Go up and kill him!"

The man in black in the lead let out an angry rebuke, and the rest of the killers shot at Song Xinghai like sharp arrows off the string! On the one hand, they wanted to avenge their dead brother, and on the other hand, they wanted to give Song Xinghai the final blow before everyone! This was the glory and the only evidence for rewarding meritorious deeds.

"Kill!" Song Xinghai raised his long sword and rushed towards the enemy without fear of death! His face was covered with blood, his beard was stretched out, and he shouted wildly in the afterglow of the setting sun!

Blood confused his eyes, and the figures of his wife Yun Lin and son Song Li seemed to appear in front of him, and he felt a trace of reluctance in his heart, but then he resolutely rushed forward at full speed!

He can't be weak, he can't retreat, he wants to fight and die like a man!

Mrs. Yunlin has always thought that his character is too weak, and his son Song Li has always encouraged him to be like a man, Song Xinghai asked himself, today's battle, from beginning to end, he behaved like a man, like a fighter, he was sure that his wife and children would be proud of him!

Farewell, madam, farewell, son, if there is an afterlife, we will still be a family! Song Xinghai smiled sadly, ignoring the long knife cut from the opposite side, and slashed at the other party's head with a sword!

Just when the long knife of the black-clothed killer was only 0.1 centimeter away from Song Xinghai's neck, twelve cold lights rushed up to the sky, and in an instant, each long sword circled and flew in mid-air, and between the lightning and stone fire, it cut several killers who rushed in front into two!

The twelve giant swords were finished in the shape of a glyph, protecting Song Xinghai behind, with their sharp tips buzzing, and confronting the remaining dozen or so killers.

"It's a flying sword! and it's ...... Sword Formation!" The voice of the man in black led by him trembled.

The other party controlled the sword formation of the flying sword, killing people in the air, as if they were probing for something, and several killers in the foundation building period didn't even have the strength to fight back! The one who came was undoubtedly a high-level monk, and his cultivation was so high that it was not something they could match at all.

While thinking about it, a cyan glow shot from mid-air, and landed next to Song Xinghai, it turned out to be a cyan lotus platform, and two young people, a man and a woman, walked down from the lotus platform. The woman's long hair hangs down to her waist, her white clothes are like snow, her face is beautiful and vulgar, her expression is sad and joyless, and she is fluttering in a fairy posture while walking.

Although this woman was as beautiful as a fairy, the coercion emanating from her body made the black-clothed killers almost breathless, and they were immediately sure that this was a high-level monk they had never encountered before, and her strength was unfathomable, maybe she was a great master of the Jindan period!

The man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, handsome, and after walking down from the lotus platform, he went straight over, helped the crumbling Song Xinghai up, and shouted loudly: "Father, I'm sorry, the child is a step too late!"

Song Xinghai heard his son's call in a haze, and barely opened his eyes, and what was reflected in front of him was Song Li's concerned face, grinned, and said: "Li'er, is it really you? See, I killed the enemy cleanly! I remember the story you told me before, saying that a real man will die on the way to the charge! I remember, and I did the same. Son, I didn't disgrace you!"

"Dad......" Song Li choked a little in his throat, and when he saw that his father fainted after saying this, he hurriedly reached out and pointed at several acupoints to stop the bleeding for him, and then took out two pills from his pocket to replenish blood and qi, and fed them to his father.

Song Li placed his father on the Qinglian platform, slowly turned around, his eyes scraped the faces of each black-clothed person like a blade, and a sentence burst out from between his teeth: "Kill them all!"

Ning Qianxue asked lightly: "Don't leave a living mouth?"

Song Li sneered: "None of them will be left!" He knew who instigated this matter, and looking at the posture of these people, he couldn't ask why.

The two of them decided the life and death of this group of unlucky people in just a few words, and there was a great momentum of talking and laughing. Where is this group of people in black who are willing to kill by the neck, knowing that the woman in white is an unfathomable master, she still let out a cry and rushed towards the two people.

Ning Qianxue's face was still a light cloud, she silently recited the magic trick, and with a finger of her right hand, the twelve flying swords conjured up thousands of afterimages, circling and flying towards the group of black-clothed people!

The Twelve Sword Formations of Illusory Words were like children's toys in front of the Evil Emperor's strong resistance, but for these foundation building period monks, it became a bad luck that could not be avoided, and before they could take two steps, they only felt a cold light flashing in front of them, and their necks were cold, and they immediately lost consciousness. The thirteen killers in the foundation building period lost their heads almost at the same time, because the speed of the sword was too fast, after the killers' heads fell off, their bodies ran forward a few steps, and the blood in the neck cavity spurted out wildly, pouring in the air like blood-colored flowers, poignant and cruel!

Ning Qianxue's complexion did not change at all, her expression was always light, and everything did not linger. Even if such a brutal killing had just been carried out, it was as if a few grains of dust had been gently brushed off to her, and there was no unusual reaction.

In Ning Qianxue's heart, the law of heaven is the supreme mystery, and she has been pursuing this mystery all her life. Punishing evil and promoting good is also a kind of Heavenly Dao rule, and getting rid of a few evil lives is also an indispensable act in the process of chasing Heavenly Dao. As for the criterion of good and evil, sometimes it all depends on the monk's thoughts. In Ning Qianxue's eyes, Song Li at this time represents good, and those people in black represent evil. As for whether this is the case, she doesn't bother to care. In the cultivation world, she has always been respected for strength, and she is the strongest in the scene, so she has the final say.

The twelve flying swords are worthy of being the treasures of the Taiyue Sect, although they drank blood, but after they were recovered, the sword body was not stained with any blood. It's just that the color of the blade has become a little darker red. Ning Qianxue put away the flying sword and looked at Song Li, her eyes asking what to do next.

"This is my father, and it is clear that he was ambushed while he was on duty. To be on the safe side, I want you to send us home. Song Li said lightly, at this time, he needs Ning Qianxue's protection, in case the other party has follow-up arrangements, with Fairy Ning here, there will be no chaos.

Ning Qianxue nodded, she owed Song Litian a great favor, not to mention escorting their father and son back to the house, even if it was a little too much, she would not say no.

The three of them took the Qinglian Terrace and returned to the Ming Palace's mansion in an instant, and Ning Qianxue knew that Song Li was originally the son of the Ming King of the Holy Lion Empire, and his status was noble. However, she didn't show any abnormality, for the monks of the Jindan period, all identity backgrounds are floating clouds, she will not look down on Song Li because of his noble status, and of course she will not look down on anyone because of his humble status. For monks who are bent on seeking enlightenment, the worldly identity background is fleeting.

Yun Lin was startled when she saw that her husband was covered in blood and covered with injuries, and hurriedly checked it, but fortunately, Song Li responded in time, so although Song Xinghai's injuries were terrifying, his life was already fine. Yun Lin's hanging heart was put down, and she ordered the maid to carry Song Xinghai into the room, and then personally started to scrub and clean up Song Xinghai.

Yun Lin saw that Song Li was followed by a woman with a beautiful face and an indifferent expression, but her heart was all on her husband, so she just nodded and said hello, and she had no time to take care of him.

Ning Qianxue didn't care, and after Yun Lin carried Song Xinghai into the room, she turned her head and said to Song Li, "Song Li, I'm leaving." ”

Song Li felt infinite melancholy in his heart and asked, "Can't you stay a few more days?"

"It's been a long time since I left Taiyue Mountain, and if I don't go back, the sect master will be in a hurry. Ning Qianxue was also reluctant in her heart, but she still forcibly suppressed this emotion.

Her words were also hinting at Song Li, it wasn't that I wanted to go, but that I had to go. Everyone is not simply living for themselves, and Ning Qianxue is even more not, she carries the hope of the entire Taiyue Sect on her shoulders.

Song Li sighed, nodded, and said, "What should come, will always come." Let's go. Hopefully there will be a chance to meet. ”

The two men were silent for a long time, not knowing what to say. Ning Qianxue was ruthless and stepped on Qinglian Terrace, she could feel Song Li's two eyes staring at her back, and she relented several times and wanted to turn back, but in the end, she still recited the magic trick, and Qinglian Terrace turned into a ray of light and flew away in the direction of Taiyue Mountain!

Song Li watched the glow disappear from sight, and quickly shook his head, shaking off the sorrow in his heart. He still has a lot of big things to do, and when it comes to children's affection, don't spend too much energy on it.

The news of the ambush of the Holy Lion Mountain of the Ming King Song Xinghai shook the government and the opposition, and His Majesty the Holy Emperor was furious and ordered the three special services to find out the truth as soon as possible and find out who was behind the scenes. However, after some investigation, it was found that there were no clues at the scene except for a large number of corpse remains.

Those black-clad killers had no household registration, no names, no backgrounds, and no one had ever seen them. It's as if it never existed in this world. I don't know where to start if I want to check.

After receiving the report, the Holy Emperor was silent for a long time and ordered the investigation to continue.

In fact, he knew who did it, Song Xinghai was an idle county king who only cared about his own small life before he became a big man, and such a person could not have any enemies. After taking on the throne, his only enemy was Prince Zhong, and this enemy was set up by the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor knew that Song Xinghai's series of powerful combination punches had already pierced Prince Zhong's nerves, and this old fox couldn't wait to get rid of Song Xinghai. Thinking like this, the Holy Emperor couldn't help but be a little afraid. If Prince Zhong really succeeds, then his clever move will be nullified. In the court, except for Song Xinghai, no one has this identity background and strength to compete with Prince Zhong. In fact, after he gave Song Xinghai great power, the sixth child did not disappoint him. He made several big moves in succession, which caused Prince Zhong to lose something, and also allowed the Holy Emperor to recover several important lost territories.