"Tianxin!" Ye Shengxin saw that his son seemed to be alive, and before he could be happy, Ye Tianxin died again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info: "Su Ling, little thief, what are you doing?!You have already killed my son once, and you want to kill me again!"

"Pavilion Master Ye, I sympathize with your experience, but Ye Tianxin is no longer a living person, just a walking corpse, I can save you the effort to cremate him for you, you don't have to thank me for trivial things, if you want to keep a memory, pick up a few relics and go back as souvenirs." Su Ling saw that Ye Tianxin had lost his humanity, just like the zombies recorded in the ancient books, he bit people when he saw them, and manipulated a flame to burn him and the tragic death of the Sword Pavilion disciple to ashes.

"Huh.. Hehe, you can really think about me. Ye Shengxin lowered his head and sighed, suddenly holding the hilt of the sword, drew his sword and went straight to the place where Su Ling was standing, only to see a white shadow flashing, the clothes on Su Ling's body were chopped to pieces, and more than ten wounds had been cut out on his hands and feet, Su Ling was dumbfounded, the enemy came too fast to even react to himself, and his knees fell to his knees because he couldn't bear the weight of the injury.

"Brother Su!" Zhuang Ming saw that Su Ling was defeated by Ye Shengxin's move, and hurriedly stepped forward to protect Su Ling, although he had been observing in the capital and had heard of Ye Shengxin's swordsmanship, but at this moment, Ye Shengxin's strength was becoming more and more incomprehensible, he stared closely at Ye Shengxin's next move, even if he couldn't resist, he had to save Su Ling's life, after all, the other party had joined the camp of seizing the Sacred Heart Sword Pavilion because of himself.

"You are a genius, and my son is also a genius, why should you still be alive when my son is dead?" Ye Shengxin was thoughtless, and for a moment, his eyes were full of unwillingness to look at the position of Su Ling and Zhuang Ming. "Since my son is dead, then you can also accompany him, and you are the only one in the younger generation of the Netherworld Mansion who can learn from him, right? Tianxin must be very lonely now, so I'll let you go down to accompany him for me!"

Ye Tianxin rose up with a sword, stabbing Zhuang Ming in front of Su Ling, at the moment of life and death, Zhuang Ming strode out of his strength, and gathered all his internal forces in the strongest palm of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending "Kanglong has regrets", and suddenly the flying sand and stones rose in anger, and the surrounding big banyan trees could not resist the impact of the collision of these two forces, and the clever beggar disciples and the disciples of the sword hall had long since slipped away, leaving some stunned people who were shocked to death on the spot.

The energy blasted away the two, and Ye Shengxin took three steps backwards, steadying his body with his sword on the ground. Zhuang Ming flew out upside down and crashed into the wall of the house. With a successful move, Ye Shengxin couldn't wait to kill Su Ling, who was kneeling on the ground and couldn't move, and stabbed straight with the star-chasing sword, wanting to kill Su Ling as quickly as possible, and when he stepped forward to Su Ling's body for more than ten steps, he suddenly spurted a large amount of dirty blood from his mouth, and the black blood was better than ink. Su Ling raised his head with difficulty, and saw that Ye Shengxin suddenly stood still, as if he was seriously injured, could it be that Zhuang Ming's counterattack was successful? Looking at the puddle of black blood on the ground, Ye Shengxin was actually poisoned! Who is it? Could it be that Zhuang Ming's kung fu has a poisonous internal force, which has unconsciously penetrated into Ye Shengxin's body?

Just as several people were puzzled by what was happening, a young man in a black feather coat walked into the battlefield with a group of white-clothed masked men.

"Wonderful, wonderful, the Sword Saint of the capital really lives up to his reputation, and this swordsmanship is really dazzling. The young man in a black feather coat walked towards Ye Shengxin while clapping. "I don't know if the Sword Saint had a brief reunion with his son just now, but he is still satisfied?" Hearing this, the disciples of the two factions present were all taken aback, Ye Tianxin's bizarre resurrection turned out to be the work of this person, who was the person who came?

"Who are you? What did you do to my son?" Ye Shengxin felt that he couldn't gather any internal strength in his body, and his body could only stabilize his body by relying on the sword inserted in the ground, but at this moment, the enemy was at present, and it was impossible for the other party to let go of his luck to heal his wounds, and with the fact that the other party was so strong that today's catastrophe could not be solved.

"Lone wolf, come and let Lord Sword Saint comment, how is your ability?" After the black-clothed young man finished speaking, a short, thin and thin old man looked like a person walked out of the crowd, Ye Shengxin recognized at a glance that this was the person who took away Ye Tianxin's burial jade on the coffin just now, he always thought that the person was not Su Ling, but it could also be someone sent by Su Ling, but he didn't expect it to be the power of the young man in front of him.

"Lord Sword Saint, my skills are okay, just now I saw your son jumping around, more energetic than when he was alive, with a straight face all day long, I really want to give him a few knives to the corner of his mouth and make him smile~" The lone wolf stepped forward and smiled, that smile matched his appearance was simply a lewd bad old man.

"Lone Wolf ?.." Ye Shengxin silently read this name, always felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember when he heard this name, and suddenly recalled a scene from a few years ago in his mind, and said in surprise: "Immortal lone wolf?!You are the Snow Clothes Sect?!"

"Oh, Lord Sword Saint recognizes you, then we all know each other, Lord Sword Master, let's get on the road. As soon as the black-clothed young man's voice fell, he came to Ye Shengxin's body, grabbed his neck with one claw, his hands seemed to be wearing a pair of leather gloves, I don't know what kind of animal it was, his fingertips gave birth to sharp and slender claws, and the moment he grabbed Ye Shengxin's neck, he pierced into the veins of his neck, feeling that it was very difficult to breathe, Ye Shengxin exhausted his last breath and asked a sentence: "Who are you?" The leader of the Xueyi Sect is Wu Jing, but everyone knows that Wu Jing has no children under his knees, but the young man in front of him can command all the masters of the Xueyi Sect, and his identity is really curious.

"Interesting, really interesting~ worthy of the Sword Saint father and son, the questions asked before death are exactly the same. Su Ming smiled. Ye Shengxin lost consciousness after hearing this, and only looked at Su Ling's eyes, full of remorse and unwillingness. A generation of Sword Saint Ye Shengxin died, and he died unclear, but unfortunately he no longer had the strength to take revenge.

"Brother, you've really disappointed me. After Su Ming killed Ye Shengxin, he took the gauze towel from his subordinates, wiped the dirty blood on his hands, glanced at Su Ling, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he took his subordinates to prepare to leave.

"Brother, are you Su Ming?!" Su Ling saw that the bloodless young man in front of him called himself brother, and he only had one younger brother, Su Ming, could it be that this person was Su Ming who ran away from home?

"I've been back to the capital for many days, and I've already learned the news of the accident at home, but I didn't expect that my father was killed by that eunuch thief, and you can ignore it, and live really chic and comfortable. is worthy of being a genius in everyone's mouth, and what he thinks in his heart is really different. I will go to the palace to settle accounts for my father's hatred, and as for you, we will not have anything to do with each other in the future. Su Ming put down his words and left with the team without looking back.

"Su Ming, listen to my explanation!" Su Ling's hand had recovered, but the sword qi injury on his leg had not yet improved, and he couldn't catch up with Su Ming to explain all this.

"Damn!" Su Ling watched Su Ming's figure gradually move away and slammed the ground with a punch.