It was almost dusk, and the sky was full of snowflakes, and gradually, the road was paved with a layer of silvery, without a trace of temperature.

Mu Ling helped the disabled old man walk three or four miles, and when he was a little tired, Mu Ling helped the old man to stop under an ancient locust tree to rest.

At this moment, she stood beside the disabled elderly, and the cold wind pierced the bone marrow, making people feel a kind of bone-chilling feeling.

A chill hit, Mu Ling couldn't help but shudder, she looked at the old man with surprised eyes, her lips trembled slightly, she wanted to say something, but she wanted to say something.

The old man noticed the change in the expression on Mu Ling's face, smiled slightly, and said, "Girl, your heart is so good, there will definitely be a good reward!"

Mu Ling smiled indifferently, like a snowflake of ice crystals, her smile was holy and clean, melting into the snowflakes in the sky, becoming an inseparable part of the ice and snow.

She didn't seem to take it to heart, she took a step forward, spoke slowly, and said softly: "Senior, your legs and feet are inconvenient, if it is twilight today, where do you live, will I send you back?"

After speaking, he stretched out his left hand and was about to help the old man get up, and the old man's eyes were staring at Mu Ling's right arm, as if he noticed something unusual.

At this moment, a voice came from behind, the voice was somewhat familiar, wrapped around Mu Ling's ear, yin and yang weird, which made people tired.

"Ha, ha, ha, there is nowhere to find the real iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them. You can't escape, everyone in the rivers and lakes is tracking your whereabouts, but I didn't expect it to fall into my hands. Ha, ha, ha......"

Mu Ling looked back, four or five people appeared behind him, all dressed in white shirts, holding swords, Mu Ling took a closer look, and he knew that the person in the lead was actually Ning Zhiyuan of the Lingdao Sect, and he was looking at him with a smug face.

When Ning Zhiyuan saw Mu Ling, he also recognized her, he knew that Yi Weiyi was dead, and when he saw that he had bad intentions, he stepped forward and said lightly: "It is rumored that the leader of the Mu Sect of the Weiwu Sect died in the hands of He Zicang, who is famous in Jinmen, but I didn't expect the little lady to be alive in the world, and now Yi Weiyi is dead, why don't the little lady obey me, from now on, there will be no worries about food and clothing, glory and wealth, and endless enjoyment, not only the little lady's will?"

After speaking, there was another cold wild laugh.

When Mu Ling saw that the person who came was Ning Zhiyuan of the Lingdao Sect, she had no good impression of this person, and she heard his disrespectful words, she was furious, and said: "Bah, despicable villain, the revenge of killing the husband, I must kill your Lingdao Sect without leaving a piece of armor!"

When Ning Zhiyuan saw Mu Ling angry, instead of being anxious, he laughed, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the disabled old man sitting under the tree, and mocked: "Little lady, you really can't bear to be lonely, but you have found a disabled old man, you are too hungry to eat, this old thing, I am afraid that my life will not be long! Although he is a ghost axe painter, but he will not be committed to him, you should go back with me obediently, and offer yourself and "Xuanji Tu" together, I will definitely let you live a life like a fairy couple, ha, ha, ha." ”

Ning Zhiyuan's words were thorny, and every sentence was bloody, Mu Ling was so ashamed that his face was red, and he suddenly felt angry in his heart, but because his right hand was injured, he couldn't use the sword, Mu Ling had to suppress his anger, wanted to bluff everyone, pretended to be calm, and laughed and said: "Ha, ha, I think I wiped out the three factions in the Central Plains back then, Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei don't take it seriously." The Central Plains Martial Arts have joined forces to besiege my Weiwu Sect, so what? I'm not still safe and sound, you are just a disciple of the Spirit Dao Sect, how can I take it in my eyes, I advise you to disperse as soon as possible, otherwise you will die without a place to be buried!"

As soon as Ning Zhiyuan heard this, the past was vivid, it was like a huge nightmare, and when he thought of it, it made people's hearts tremble.

Mu Ling said that the three factions, the poisonous Shaolin, and the Zhengheng Mountain, and the things that made everyone in the Central Plains martial arts dangerous for themselves, he knew it well, and he was a little afraid in his heart, and he began to hesitate a little, and he stood there for a long time, and he never had the courage to stab the first sword.

Mu Ling didn't make a move, with an unpredictable smile on his face, Ning Zhiyuan had seen Mu Ling's martial arts, knew that she was extraordinary, and her martial arts were outstanding, so she didn't dare to make a rash move, the two confronted each other for a long time, seeing that Mu Ling's face was fearless, Ning Zhiyuan gradually retreated.

But then I thought about it, Mu Ling's martial arts are outstanding, don't say that he wants to deal with the five or six people under his hands, even if it is ten times as much, it is no longer a problem, but now he has not made a move, at this time there must be something strange, he is extraordinary first to test the truth and reality, and then make calculations.

Ning Zhiyuan stared intently at the sword on Mu Ling's waist, beware of her right hand out of the sword, he slowly drew the sword, his eyes never left Mu Ling's right hand, he had seen the swift momentum of Mu Ling's right hand sword, as fast as lightning, no one could match!

His sword was unsheathed and stabbed at Mu Ling, the blade of the sword was like a silver snake attacking Mu Ling, and he smiled fiercely, because he was about to succeed, and at this time Mu Ling's right hand was still unmoving.

A sword stabbed away, his hand rose and fell, and he felt that he was about to stab the other party to death!

Suddenly, he felt a breath rise to his chest, his heart and pulse suddenly stagnated, and the strength could not be transmitted to his arms, and then there was a cone pain in his left chest.

His sword was staying an inch away from Mu Ling's throat, and when he looked down, he saw that a wisp of red oozed from his snow-white clothes, and his heart was rapidly expanding.

He fell, and it was the sword close to his chest that was fatal, a sword that caught him off guard!

It turned out that he had been guarding Mu Ling's right hand with his sword, but he didn't know that Mu Ling's right hand was injured and he couldn't draw the sword, so he changed his left hand.

With Mu Ling's wrist, he pulled the sword out of Ning Zhiyuan's body, and there was a drop of blood hanging on the blade, due to the lack of strength in Mu Ling's left hand, it was less than two inches into his chest, but this was enough.

Ning Zhiyuan looked at the blood stains on his chest, knowing that his life was short, he suddenly collapsed a little, stroked the wound on his chest and cried, and he was crying, and the disciples of the Spirit Dao Sect on the side all rushed over and cried around him.

He stared at one of his disciples and kept asking, "Will I die?"

The disciple was just crying and speechless, just holding his hand tightly and shaking his head incessantly.

Mu Ling looked at them and felt bad in her heart, she had experienced many things, and she didn't know when she had a little fear of death in her heart.

At this time, the night wind blew, and suddenly felt that his body was cold, Mu Ling wrapped his clothes tightly, withdrew the sword into the scabbard, helped the disabled old man, and slowly left.

Mu Ling looked into the distance, and before he knew it, there was already a white expanse behind him, and only a few mournful howls remained, echoing in the ice and snow.

The evening breeze blew swiftly, engulfing those wails.

Heavy snow fell, covering those who lived and died. (To be continued.) )