Ling Li's expression was abnormal, he had lost his usual calm, with a slight hasty look, even his steps began to shift, the corners of his mouth began to tremble, and he lost his square inch.

"Calm down, calm down!" Ling Xiao exhaled a few breaths and said to himself: "Things are not certain, don't guess!"

After calming down the breath in his chest and making his breath steady again, Ling Xiao ran his footwork again and walked towards the Zi Ling family.

"Shang Yuan?" Halfway through, Ling Ling's face turned pale again, and he saw the corpse of Shang Yuan, Zi Ling's childhood friend.

Curled up in a ball clutching his throat, still the way to die with his blood drained. Facing the sky with his back, his eyes were full of unwilling pain and fear.

Ling Lin could guess that Shang Yuan's home was far away from the center of Feiyu Village, and when the danger came, he was afraid that Shang Yuan had not yet cared about his parents' pull, so he ran directly to Zi Ling's house to remind Zi Ling of the coming danger.

This killing, which should be under the cover of night, is afraid that there are still many innate people who have been killed before they can react, and some of the people who escaped are hindsight.

According to Ling Lian's estimation, even if Shang Yuan's family didn't care about everything at all, they couldn't escape the unknown danger if they just ran away, because they were just ordinary villagers, and their force value was not high, so they couldn't escape.

However, Shang Yuan's intentions were undoubtedly extremely sincere, at least Ling Ling didn't know if he could ignore himself when he was in a life-and-death crisis, but he was bent on Zi Ling.

In terms of desperation against the purple spirit, Ling Lonely is naturally no match for Shang Yuan!

This made Ling Lian's heart unconsciously feel a little ashamed, but now he couldn't care much about it, the moment he saw Shang Yuan's corpse, Ling Lian's heart sank to the bottom, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

The tip of the heart began to tremble, suffocating, as if all the air had been withdrawn, uncomfortable, hesitant, and dazed.

With a slightly stumbling step, Ling Lin came to the door of Zi Ling's house.

But the quiet atmosphere around them, the lonely silence, everything bodes badly.

Ling Ling stood at the door of Zi Ling's house, the scene of the middle door wide open made Ling Ling's heart cold, no matter how Zi Ling was, he would never fail to understand the truth of traveling and closing the door.

Standing quietly in place for a long time, Ling Silence didn't know whether he would go in or not, at this time his face appeared with a look of struggle that he had never seen before, with hesitation, pain, hideousness, violence and other complex emotions, intertwined and chaotic.

After a long time, Ling Lone's face suddenly became calm, and became extremely calm, and it can even be said that there was no superfluous emotion, like ice that has not changed for thousands of years, cold and ruthless.

The plain and indifferent eyes are like demon gods, and they regard everything like ants.

With extremely calm steps and a faint gaze, Ling Lin walked into the Zi Ling family step by step, and there was no special expression on the outside.

Turning the main gate, Ling Lin first walked to the small courtyard where Zi Ling lived, which was empty and no one was there.

Ling Ling turned around and retreated, since Zi Ling was not in his room, then he would definitely be in Zi Ling's courtyard, in Zi Ling's heart, I am afraid that the grandfather who has not recovered much is the most important person, more important than herself!

The moment she sensed the danger, I'm afraid she just wanted to take care of Zihu!

As Ling Lonely thought, in the Zihu courtyard with the courtyard door wide open at the same time, a touch of purple came into his eyes as soon as he entered his eyes.

Ling Ling's eyes were calm, quietly looking at the purple spirit body lying flat in the courtyard, step by step, slowly approaching.

Zi Ling lay quietly, without the slightest movement, only the hair slightly lifted by the wind.

When Ling Ling walked beside Zi Ling, he could see the smile on the corner of Zi Ling's mouth.

"Why, why are you laughing?"

Suddenly, Ling Ling seemed to remember, he said that he hoped to see her smile forever, and hoped that she would always be happy and happy.

"Is that why you have to keep smiling all the time?"

Words without the slightest emotion muttered from Ling Shi's mouth with absolute reason.

His gaze tilted down slightly, and Ling Silence's cold eyes saw a faint mark on Zi Ling's neck.

Ling Lin could feel that all the blood in Zi Ling's body had been drained, and nothing was left, and everything was peeled from the wound on her neck.

Due to the loss of blood in his whole body, Zi Ling's whole body was slightly pale, especially his cheeks, which were almost as white as real white jade, flawless.

Pale cherry lips, quiet smile, very clever nose, slightly frowning eyebrows, round chin, smooth and soft green silk, everything is still so beautiful, but ......

But there is no trace of life fluctuations around Zi Ling's body, just like a stone statue of a sculpture, although it is still beautiful, but it can no longer be seen in front of her mischievous and beautiful eyes, and she is deeply dependent on the smile of affection.

"Drop!"

"Drop!"

His face was always flat, and his body did not tremble in the slightest, but the bridge of his tall nose dripped bright red blood.

Ling Ling's body did not change at all, even the nosebleed did not wipe it, he gently squatted in front of Zi Ling, his eyes were always flat, and he stretched out his hand smoothly to pick up Zi Ling's body.

A sharp sword light suddenly stabbed at Ling Shi's neck.

It's a pity that the sword light stabbed it, but it couldn't pierce Ling Lone's skin.

After cultivating with Sikong Lianyue, Ling Lone's horizontal refining body has also reached the Cave Void Realm, unless someone comes to cultivate at least the middle stage of the Cave Void, or has ten god-level weapons such as the Nether Sword and the Ice Glass Sword, otherwise Ling Lonely doesn't resist and lets him kill, he can't kill him!

Ling Lin stopped hugging Zi Ling, grabbed the tip of the sword around his neck with his index and middle fingers with his backhand, and turned to see that a delicate swordsman with a crazy face was looking at Ling Ling Ling in shock.

Ling Silence remembered him, he was the group of sneak attackers he met when Ling Silence and Hua Mei'er and the others first entered the Death Swamp, he killed the woman who was valued by the delicate swordsman, but he didn't expect him to be here now.

"You...... You actually ......" The swordsman watched in shock as Ling Lone's two fingers caught the tip of his sword, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Ignoring his shock, Ling Ling's index finger and middle finger folded slightly, breaking the tip of the sword, twisting the tip of the sword with his fingers, and suddenly with a slight movement, the tip of the sword that was broken in half of it hit the swordsman.

It was as fast as lightning, but the swordsman was a congenital perfection martial artist after all, and he rolled on the spot and dodged the small half of the sword tip.

Ling Silence's figure moved again, and came to his side the moment he rolled on the spot.

The swordsman stabbed Ling Silence with a broken section of his sword.

Ling Lone's face remained unchanged, and his jade-white fist smashed through with a punch, smashing the broken sword inch by inch, and fragments flew everywhere.

Ling Lonely's slender and white right hand grabbed the swordsman's neck and lifted him up alone.