Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Murder Strikes

"After he knew that he had killed his righteous brother, he was full of remorse, so he drank too much to get drunk, and once after getting drunk, I poked out the approximate location of the Hidden Sword Villa!"

Yun Su'er smiled lightly: "I know that the Earth Immortal Master has spiritual powers and can probe all things, so I revealed this news to the Daomen!"

"Why are you doing that?"

Jian Qingyu's eyes were like electricity, his anger was surging, and his aura around him became extremely unstable!

"I hate your father, I hate your mother, I hate you!"

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"Amitabha!"

He sighed and praised the Buddha in a low voice, silently.

Seeing Yun Su'er's crazy appearance, Jian Qingyu's hatred was full of pity, and she looked up at the sky in pain.

These two people who killed their parents, one is a poor person who has an intricate relationship with his parents and has not come out of hatred for more than ten years, and the other is his most beloved master!

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Jian Qingyu, holding a sharp sword, and stabbed at Jian Qingyu's vest.

Under the moonlight, the sword light flashed, and Kujie had already discovered that the black-clothed man who suddenly attacked him, his face changed greatly, and he shouted: "Yu'er be careful!"

Jian Qingyu was already in a trembling mood, his heart was like numbness, he didn't notice that someone was sneaking up behind him, and when he heard the master shouting, his heart tightened, and he already noticed the cold attack behind him, but at this time, the bitter ring had already rushed up, and slapped a palm on Jian Qingyu's shoulder, and the soft force pushed it away and hit a cluster of bamboos next to it. However, pushing away the sword Qingyu, the bitter ring was already under the sword edge of the man in black, and although he avoided the vital point, he was still pierced through the abdomen by a sword.

"Master!"

Jian Qingyu was shocked, hurriedly stabilized his figure, and wanted to draw his sword and rush over, but a man in black fell down and stopped in front of Jian Qingyu.

The feeling that this person gave to Jian Qingyu was very similar to Lin Boying, although he couldn't feel a trace of breath around his body, he gave Jian Qingyu an extremely terrifying feeling!

"Casting Period!"

Jian Qingyu's heart was shocked, his eyes looked at the black-clothed man in front of him vigilantly, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is the Daohong real person of the Daomen?"

In today's mainland, the masters of the Soul Casting Period are only Daohong Zhenren and Lin Boying, Lin Boying will never help Yun Su'er, this person's identity is naturally self-evident!

Besides, since Yun Qingyang has already had a marriage contract with Yang Xuying, Yun Su'er and Daomen must have already colluded together, so naturally they can also ask Daohong real people to deal with him!

The bitter ring was injured by a sword, but it was a decisive move, his right hand was golden and prosperous, and a palm slapped on the shoulder of the man in black, and the man in black snorted, and his body flew out and hit the tree.

"Who is Your Excellency, how to sneak into the mountain behind my Buddha Sect!"

Kujie repelled the man in black with one palm, connected his fingers, sealed the wound, and looked at the man in black with a solemn gaze.

However, as soon as Ku Jie's words fell, he felt a shock in his back, and his body seemed to be thrown out as if he had lost his strength.

"Master!"

Jian Qingyu's complexion changed slightly, and the Skyfall Divine Sword suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed towards the man in black.

The black-clothed man also released a vast and fierce aura around his body, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the Skyfall Divine Sword like lightning!

"You're going to kill the old man!"

Kujie clutched his chest, panting heavily, his face was as pale as paper, looking at Yun Su'er's golden palm, surprised!

He never thought that it was Yun Su'er who was sneaking up on him just now, after all, if Yun Su'er wanted to kill him, there would already be countless opportunities.

Over the years, although Yun Su'er has been quite indifferent to him, he has never shown the slightest murderous intent, and he has no defense against Yun Su'er.

"Of course!"

Yun Su'er sneered, looked at her golden palm, and said coldly: "Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill you with the "Arhat Golden Body" you taught me!"

At the same time, the man in black who was repelled by Kujie's palm also floated down beside Yun Su'er again, looking at Kujie with cold eyes, but his killing intent was not concealed at all!

"Why? Do you really hate me so much?"

Kujie stared at Su'er with an indifferent expression, and couldn't help but be discouraged, and said bitterly: "Since you want to kill me, there have been countless opportunities before, why haven't you done it!"

"Hate?"

Yun Su'er sneered: "Bitter Ring, to tell you the truth, I have never liked you!"

Hearing this, Ku Jie's body shook, as if he had lost his strength in an instant, and closed his eyes in pain.

"You get the idea!"

Yun Su'er saw the appearance of the bitter ring, but laughed heartily: "I approached you, just to take advantage of you, and in the end I succeeded, I killed Jian Zhenming with my own hands and destroyed Sword Casting City!"

"What about Qingyang?"

Ku Jie's eyes were full of pain, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and he lay on the ground weakly.

"Kiyo?"

Yun Su'er sneered: "Qingyang is my child, do you think she will recognize you?"

"You!"

Ku Jie's eyes became more and more painful, and with a long sigh, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the breath of the whole person immediately withered!

Jian Qingyu was angry in his heart, seeing that he was seriously injured and languishing, and he didn't know his life and death, he couldn't help but feel more and more anxious in his heart, but at this moment of distraction, the man in black had already bullied up, and his left palm slammed on Jian Qingyu's chest.

Jian Qingyu was immediately hit hard, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and flew away.

Seriously injured Jian Qingyu with one palm, the man in black did not pursue, but retreated to Yun Su'er's side, staring at Jian Qingyu indifferently.

Seeing the appearance of the bitter ring, Yun Su'er only felt happy in her heart, her eyes turned to the pale sword Qingyu, stopped for a moment on the Skyfall Divine Sword in her hand, and said with a smile: "Jian Qingyu, what you have in your hand should be the Skyfall Divine Sword!

"You think I'm going to believe you?"

Jian Qingyu sneered, holding the hilt of the Skyfall Divine Sword with his right hand, his eyes still vigilantly looking at the man in black.

"That's your own death!"

Yun Su'er smiled coldly and said, "Kill him!"

"Roar!"

As soon as Yun Su'er's words fell, a shocking voice came from the side of Yun Su'er and the two men in black!

Yun Su'er and the black-clothed man on her left only felt a breathtaking sound coming from the outside in, not only into the dantian meridians, but also into the Mud Pill Palace, and for a while, their qi was disordered, and their minds became in a trance!

"The lion roars at the Buddha Gate!"

In the meditation room in the distance, several old monks such as the abbot of the Buddhist sect Kude and Kuen heard the faint voice, and their faces couldn't help but change greatly, and they turned their heads to look.

"It's a bitter vow!"

Beside Kuen, a white-eyed old monk's face changed, and he said in a low voice: "The voice is from the back mountain bamboo forest!"

"Uncle Xingnian, if you can force the junior brother of the bitter precept to perform the lion roar of the Buddha here, you may have to bother you to make a move!"

Kude, who was pale, looked extremely solemn and said in a deep voice.

"Hmm!"

The white-eyed old monk nodded, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the bamboo house.

"Senior Brother Kuen, you and the elders should also rush over, just stop hating them here!"

Kude looked at the strong old monk Kuen again, and said in a deep voice.

"Hmm!"

Kuen nodded, and immediately chased out with a group of monks!

The roar gradually fell, and the bitter ring caused the injury, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was extremely pale, and his breath slowly weakened, and he fell to the ground!

"Amitabha! Buddha is destined to be a person, and the temple is open to all sentient beings!

An old voice came slowly, and before anyone arrived, the voice came first.

"Withdraw!"

Yun Su'er's face changed slightly, and with a soft snort, the three of them quickly retreated into the distance, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the night.

"Master!"

Jian Qingyu put away the Heavenly Fall Divine Sword, turned his gaze to the bitter ring that looked up to the sky on the ground, and immediately his face changed, and he even walked quickly to the bitter ring and investigated.

However, the breath of bitterness was dissipated, and the pulse was gone, and the heart was broken, and he passed away quietly!

"Division...... Fu ......"

Jian Qingyu knelt down in front of the corpse of Kujie, and in his mind, various scenes kept emerging, intertwined, and his heart was at a loss......

"Amitabha!"

Not far from Jian Qingyu, the figure of a white-eyed old monk suddenly appeared, looking at the body of the bitter ring, revealing a touch of sadness, chanting the Buddha's name, and then quickly sat down cross-legged and recited the Buddhist scriptures!

After a long time, the old monk finished chanting, opened his eyes again, looked at Jian Qingyu suspiciously, and said in a deep voice: "Who is Your Excellency? Why did you sneak into my Buddha Sect late at night?"

"Yuqing! It's really you!"

Before Jian Qingyu could speak, behind the old monk, an angry voice suddenly sounded, and the elders and monks of the Buddha Sect such as the Bitter Grace Monk had already arrived, and they looked at Jian Qingyu angrily one by one