The Young Palace Mistress said fiercely, "Who did it? You still have the face to ask who did it! "
Ming Fan cheered, "Little Shimei, good hit!"
Some of the people under the eaves had already cried out in horror, "Shen Qingqiu self-destructed!"
The other Qing Jing Peak disciples also wanted to join in the fun, but were quickly dismissed by Shizun's "run 500 laps" gaze.
Not fair. Why did he infect him so quickly every time!
That's right, when was Luo Binghe someone who was "just saying"?
Shen Qingqiu always had the bad habit of swallowing blood, but now he could no longer swallow it.
Sneakily, Shen Qingqiu snuck into the crowd of Huan Hua Palace disciples and finally caught the old cat, who was howling miserably. No matter how stupid he was, he should have seen something was wrong. The Young Palace Mistress held her burdensome red cheeks and stared at him resentfully. "Hey! Who are you? How dare you play tricks on me like this? "
To actually take the risk of being devoured by the Xin Mo sword in order to capture him … what kind of deep resentment was this?
Shen Qingqiu hurriedly said, "Luo Binghe, don't be impulsive!"
Could it be that … she had thrown him into the abyss years ago, and today, she would fall from a tall building for him?
After a pause, she continued, "If you feel that Shizun didn't treat you well a long time ago, then think about the day you lost your jade pendant. Shixiong and the others were inexplicably beaten back. You should have thought that something was wrong. Plucking leaves and flying flowers can be used as a small punishment. There won't be a second person on Qing Jing Peak. "
Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to her, confused and bewildered. He still held Shen Qingqiu's rapidly cooling body, as if he wanted to shout and shake him awake, but he didn't dare, afraid of being scolded. He mumbled, "Shizun?"
Ning Yingying: "No, it really wasn't me …"
The bullet missed.
He actually dared to pull out a sword here?!
Who was Shixiong Ma? Could it be that sharp and unkind little pockmarked boy? Shen Qingqiu said, "When I left Huan Hua Palace, I didn't kill anyone. What's the point of telling me that he died miserably? "He turned his head and asked in a low voice," … He really died? How bad was it? "
He choked with sobs and said, "I clearly liked this kid so much … During the Immortal Alliance Conference, five thousand spirit stones were thrown out just like that, and I had such great expectations for him. I was so happy when others praised him … Later on, I refused to return Zheng Yang Sword to Myriad Swords Peak, and insisted on keeping it for myself in the back mountain to set up a sword tomb … I was sad for a long time … and in the end, I ended up like this!"
The disciple stuttered, unable to speak. She then turned to her subordinates. "What about you? Who knows him? "
As she spoke till here, she still couldn't bear it and turned her head away. "Please … don't call him master anymore."
Ming Fan shouted, "Don't call him Shizun, Shizun can't afford it! Junior Brothers, let's go. So what if we can't beat him? At most, we'll be killed by him! "
"I … I didn't want to kill you …"
Ning Yingying said weakly, "… No, actually it wasn't me …"
"Luo Binghe, over a hundred lives of Huan Hua Palace's people were sacrificed just to be beaten up by everyone. Is it really worth it? "
Liu Qingge said, "What's the matter with you? If you didn't want to go in, why didn't you say so earlier? It was so troublesome. Cang Qiong Mountain sect doesn't know how to use the water prison, but do you think they can't dismantle it? "
A large row of cultivators dressed in different colors was waiting in formation, eyeing them like tigers watching their prey.
Listening to this voice, it was as if they were back on Qing Jing Peak all those years ago.
Shen Qingqiu said sincerely, "Take me flying."
Liu Qingge crossed his arms and steadily stepped onto Cheng Luan. "What's the matter?"
In any case, it wouldn't be too much to pin any hat on his head right now, right?!
That's right. Shizun seemed to have just said "return it to you."
Shen Qingqiu took a light breath. Although he held the sword in his hand, he had no intention of fighting. In fact, he couldn't do much with this sword right now.
The disciple saw that the situation wasn't good and let out a strange cry. One by one, everyone turned their swords to face him. Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath and shouted, "Don't go near him!" At the same time, he picked up another green leaf and flicked it.
This time, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost. They retreated again and again. Some even let out ghostly cries and directly jumped out of the wine shop.
Shen Qingqiu didn't say anything and immediately jumped.
Liu Qingge walked over, his lips still stained with blood. With a sullen face, he said, "He's dead!"
He still couldn't believe it.
Cheng Luan didn't listen to him. Liu Qingge had never encountered such a situation. For a moment, he couldn't hide his astonishment. But Shen Qingqiu knew that the situation was serious.
The Young Palace Mistress's tears flashed. "You … you … you dare to hit me … even my father never hit me!"
Shen Qingqiu almost stumbled on the spot.
Before Shen Qingqiu could reply, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Pushing away his two disciples, the Xiu Ya sword shot out from his clothes. With a clang, it blocked the Young Palace Mistress's fine iron whip.
The Huan Hua Palace disciples all rushed over and surrounded her. She commanded, "Kill this despicable thief! Avenge Senior Brother Gongyi and the senior brothers and sisters guarding the water dungeon!"
Luo Binghe raised his head and looked at him gloomily. The next moment, his figure flashed and appeared three feet in front of him. He raised his hand again and created a barrier that covered the entire roof, isolating him from the others.
Liu Qingge pushed Shen Qingqiu. "Go. Do what you want to do! "
Standing on the street, Shen Qingqiu was speechless.
Too reliable, Liu Juju!
If this matter was not resolved, the two major sects would not rest in the future. Shen Qingqiu considered for a moment and probed, "Regarding this matter, what did your sect's head disciple, Gongyi Xiao, say?"
"Still"?
The wind howled on top of the eaves, as if it could blow him off.
Ming Fan encouraged, "Don't be afraid. If she hit, then she hit! Everyone saw that she was the one who made the first move. He was kind enough not to hurt her, but she sneaked up on him. Serves her right! "The Qing Jing Peak disciples echoed.
Luo Binghe suddenly tilted his head and shouted, "Scram!"
"You want me to admit that this is the fate that the heavens have set for me?"
No way, my face is covered in dirt and yellow beard, and you can still recognize me? Although he was a little touched, he didn't leave at this time. Instead, he held him back and called out his real identity under his disguise — sure enough, he was smart!
A man and a woman, one high and one low, whined in his ear, "Shizun, I finally found you." "Shizun, this disciple missed you so much!"
Snot and tears streamed down his face, and he said miserably, "But … if that's the case, Shizun is too wronged …"
The sower's body was drowned in flames and screams. Ning Yingying and Ming Fan tearfully squeezed him from left and right. "Shizun!"
Ning Yingying laughed and cried at the same time. "Shizun, is it Shizun?"
Shen Qingqiu withdrew his gaze from the sky. Because he was looking directly at the sun, it looked like there were tears glistening in his eyes.
The young palace mistress' eyes widened, and the tears that had stopped fell again. "You still dare to mention Senior Brother Gongyi?"
Even in the original work, Gongyi Xiao's worst fate was to be sent to a remote branch of Huan Hua Palace to do nothing.
He whispered, "I was wrong, Shizun, I really … know I was wrong."
After his spiritual power exploded, he was now a cripple worse than an ordinary person. His voice was light, and most of it was blown away by the wind. But Luo Binghe still heard it clearly.
The demon race's poison sounded like Luo Binghe's handiwork.
Shen Qingqiu first thought that she was crying about the dead and injured disciples of Huan Hua Palace at the Immortal Alliance Conference. Who knew that the next sentence would be the young palace mistress screaming, "Senior Brother Ma only said something unpleasant when you were imprisoned, and you … you … he died so miserably, so miserably …"
Didn't she always refuse to get close to him and draw a line with him?
Fine. After all, there was such a big commotion in the wine shop just now, it was not logical not to be attracted …
She pointed her whip at Shen Qingqiu. "You think that now that he's dead and there's no evidence, you can make up stories about him?"
If Luo Binghe was really devoured by his inner demons now, everyone present, all of Huayue City, and everything within a hundred li radius would not be able to live!
Shen Qingqiu didn't even have the mood to scold him. From the east came the sharp whistling of a sword. A man in white riding a sword came as fast as lightning. The momentum was too fierce, and for no reason it brought up a gust of wind, directly throwing the man off his sword.
He stubbornly refused to retract his hand. Before Shen Qingqiu could answer, more than ten people suddenly descended from the sky from all directions, riding their swords and surrounding them on the cornice.
Shen Qingqiu said, "I have never been good at using poison. There are thousands of ways to kill your Huan Hua Palace disciples, why choose the most troublesome one? It's true that I escaped from prison, but who can prove that I killed someone? "
Luo Binghe saw his expression suddenly soften and couldn't help but be startled. But at the same time, a sharp and severe headache attacked him. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the Xin Mo sword that was about to break free.
Although he had no other choice, Luo Binghe had come to this step today, becoming a dark youth full of revenge against society, and he really had a lot of responsibility. His original intention was to prevent Luo Binghe from going to extremes, but everything he did not have a positive effect. Instead, it made Luo Binghe's hatred and resentment even more unforgettable.
He said, "Everything from the past, today I will return it all to you."
But he heard a sneer from behind him. "Where are you looking?"
A wave of spiritual energy poured into Luo Binghe's body like a thousand-mile dike collapsing, like a rainstorm after a long drought. In a flash, it extinguished the Xin Mo vicious energy that had been in a deadlock with him.
Ming Fan and the disciples behind him drew their swords and were about to slash when Liu Qingge said, "You can't beat him."
They were fighting so fiercely that Shen Qingqiu's heart was actually itching. If it weren't for the fact that Wu Qian's attack was so untimely, he really wanted to go up and fight. Unfortunately, the time was almost up. He narrowed his eyes at the sky and leaped up to the highest floor.
Luo Binghe's body stiffened.
As he said this, he took a step closer and aggressively said, "Or do you want me to fight with a dog for food? Or do you want the person I sincerely love to deceive me, abandon me, betray me, and personally push me into a place worse than purgatory?! "
Ming Fan's eyes were red. "Liu-shishu! Then Liu-shishu can kill him and avenge shizun, right?! "
Shen Qingqiu said, "On the eaves of the tallest building in the city. Later, I'll have to trouble you to help me block these people. "
"I want to know why shizun is treating me like this. Why won't he even give me a chance to explain and plead for leniency?"
Although strictly speaking, it couldn't be counted as Luo Binghe's killing, but Shen Qingqiu did indeed self-destruct in front of him.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Gongyi Xiao is dead."
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, the last wisp of cloud dissipating without a trace. Sunlight shone through the entire city, shining brilliantly as if pure gold had been sprinkled over the earth.
The Qing Jing Peak disciples fought with Huan Hua Palace all the way and finally arrived. Ning Yingying had long heard that Luo Binghe wasn't dead. Suddenly reuniting with him, she was pleasantly surprised. But then she looked at Shen Qingqiu, who had already calmly closed his eyes. Her words turned around and she said shakily, "Ah Luo … Shizun … what happened to him?"
A Huan Hua Palace disciple shouted, "Then who can prove that you didn't kill him?"
He said, "Shizun, look, am I strong enough now?"
"In the Endless Abyss, for three years, every moment, every moment, my mind was thinking of shizun."
Luo Binghe said in a trembling voice, "Shizun … I … I really …"
Liu Qingge said, "Go down."
Shen Qingqiu bent down and let the cat go. He straightened up and pointed at the furtive disciple at the back. "Why don't you ask who he is?"
Ning Yingying said loudly, "That's all I have to say. Even if shizun has wronged you in the past, if you really can't get over that hurdle in your heart, I can finally return it all to you today, right? From now on, you … "
Liu Qingge wiped the blood from his lips and said, "Shen Qingqiu wasn't killed by him."
A red light flashed through Luo Binghe's eyes.
He didn't even draw his sword from its scabbard, but his whole body burst forth with a powerful spiritual energy. It was as if a whistle was whistling in the ears of everyone present. This time, without exception, the dozens of people were thrown dozens of feet away along with their swords. Half of them even crashed into walls and pillars, blood spurting from their mouths.
Luo Binghe found it increasingly difficult to control himself. His mind felt like it was being twisted by a sharp knife, and the black flames of Xin Mo suddenly flourished.
"But do you know how I survived those three years underground?"
"He clearly didn't do it, but everyone said he colluded with demons, that he killed people, that he was scum, that he was thrown into the water prison … he didn't even have a chance to clear his name."
Luo Binghe panicked.
Suddenly, Ming Fan yelled, "Who killed him?!"
Liu Qingge said, "Something's coming."
As a last resort, Xiu Ya was unsheathed. Shen Qingqiu said, "Luo Binghe, come here. It's time to put an end to this today. "
The onlookers reprimanded endlessly, saying things like "Cang Qiong Mountain Sect hides filth" and "Bai Zhan Peak colludes with Qing Jing Peak". The Cheng Luan sword soared into the sky, the wind whistling in his ears as it left the dozens of people behind it far behind.
It could be considered a last good deed.
After a while, tears suddenly flowed down his face.
No. At least he couldn't be swallowed by it here!
He subconsciously raised his disaster-ridden right hand. Sure enough, three red spots were sprouting happily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Luo Binghe said harshly, "Too late!" With a flick of his wrist, Xin Mo brought out a black aura visible to the naked eye!
This time, the attack was ferocious. Luo Binghe was in unbearable pain when he suddenly felt someone gently wrap around his shoulder.
All around, there seemed to be people shouting things like "the devil will be executed" and "righteousness before family". Luo Binghe's mind was muddled. He just hugged Shen Qingqiu and murmured, "Shizun?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "My poison has flared up again. I can't use my Qi to control the sword. If you don't bring me along, I'll only fall from the sky. "
Shen Qingqiu asked bluntly, "Are you crazy? Where does your Qi come from every day? "He had wanted to ask this question a long time ago!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Binghe.
He said coldly, "You won't believe anything I say anyway. Then don't talk nonsense! I'll ask you again, are you coming or not? "
Shen Qingqiu knew why he couldn't draw his sword. In a battle between experts, there was no room for error, and this was the easiest time for Xin Mo to take advantage of. It wasn't worth it to let the demonic energy invade his brain and unleash his murderous nature in front of everyone's eyes. Luo Binghe actually had two sets of cultivation systems in his body, one set of spiritual energy and one set of demonic energy. Because his mixed blood was successful enough, the two sets of systems did not interfere with each other and operated well on their own. When necessary, he could even combine the two different attack methods of his left and right hands. But now, firstly, he couldn't draw his sword, and secondly, it was inconvenient for him to use demonic energy, so his lethality was reduced. As a result, he was able to fight Qiu Qingge to a draw.
The Young Palace Mistress said, "Quibbling is useless! Today, I will make you pay for the deaths of my Huan Hua Palace disciples! "
All the disciples were dumbstruck.
Shen Qingqiu said, "This … there's no need to dismantle the water prison …"
Self-destruction!
Two fingers caught the tip of her whip. He wondered if he had heard wrong. "What did you say? Gongyi Xiao is dead? When did this happen? Who did it? "
Ming Fan choked.
Seeing that the sower was stubbornly pouncing over again, Shen Qingqiu sent Ning Yingying away with one hand as warm as spring and used the other as cold as winter to shoot a fire spell at the enemy.
The sound of the flying eaves shook the sky, and the white rainbow exploded with spiritual light. The fight was so fierce that the cultivators from the various sects below did not dare to rashly intervene. Even the most inexperienced newbie could see that if he was grazed by the murderous aura of these two people, he would immediately soar to the heavens without cultivating!
For so many years, Ning Yingying had always been a delicate little girl. Now that she had suddenly become tough, Ming Fan was completely stunned.
… Why did she not hesitate to self-destruct her spiritual body to help him suppress the backlash of the Xin Mo sword?!
Shen Qingqiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Shen Qingqiu said, "I only said there's no need. In fact, I still thank you for your good intentions. There's no need to drive me away."
"I thought about it for so long, and I finally understand."
His expression twisted as he smiled. "End it? How do you want to end it? Shizun, between the two of us, could it be that we can still end it now? "
Liu Qingge said, "Where to?"
This was exactly what Shen Qingqiu had guessed. From what he knew, there was only one kind of person who would behave like this. A sower disguised as an ordinary person!
Ning Yingying took a step forward, her eyes red, but her tone was calm. She said, "Ah Luo, although we weren't there, we heard about what happened in Jinlan City. I don't know why you didn't return to Cang Qiong Mountain or Qing Jing Peak when you didn't die. I also don't know why you didn't speak up for Shizun, and I definitely don't know what happened at the Immortal Alliance Conference. But Shizun's many years of nurturing and nurturing, and his love for you, are not fake. Everyone knows if they are warm or cold. "
Then, he fell backwards, falling down the stairs.
Ming Fan rushed to say, "I'm going to hit you! Remember, if a Qing Jing Peak disciple is bullied, you must return it double. If you don't hit me, you'll be letting down Shizun's teachings! "
"I don't want you to return it. I … I'm just angry, "he said to himself," I'm angry that whenever you see me, you look like you've seen a ghost. You talk and laugh with other people, but you've only been like this with me before, but now you don't even want to talk to me, and you're always suspicious of me … I was wrong. "He stammered as he wiped the blood off Shen Qingqiu's face.
The body falling through the air was like a blood-stained kite. When Luo Binghe's body moved first and caught Shen Qingqiu before he hit the ground, he discovered that Shen Qingqiu's chest was light and thin, and there wasn't a trace of spiritual power around him. He really was like a kite, torn with one tear.
The Baichi Sect met with a truly tyrannical and unreasonable aura, and they were completely annihilated. The remaining onlookers were all horrified: this black-clothed youth's cultivation was so high, why hadn't they heard of his name before?
"But, although they weren't killed by him, they died for him." Liu Qingge's words were like a sharp sword being unsheathed. "Cang Qiong Mountain will definitely avenge this!"
Shen Qingqiu's heart went cold. Could it be that the disciples guarding the water dungeon, including Gongyi Xiao, had all been killed by Luo Binghe?
Shen Qingqiu continued, "The disciples guarding the water dungeon are also dead."
Cheng Luan stabbed forward. Luo Binghe lightly flicked the blade of Xin Mo's sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing. It was as if there was a tremor that spread out wave after wave. Cheng Luan actually stopped in mid-air.
Luo Binghe sneered. "Destiny? What is destiny? Is it to allow a four-year-old child to be bullied and no one to lend a helping hand? To let an innocent old woman be angered to death and starve to death? "
Luo Binghe originally just stared blankly. Everything, in his eyes, seemed to have been slowed down countless times. Even the moment when Shen Qingqiu was falling was incomparably slow.
Didn't Shizun hate his bloodline the most?
Liu Qingge sighed and said, "Come up."
If the Young Palace Mistress could be said to have only been a moment of anger in her quarrel with Qing Jing Peak, then this time, she really had the intention to kill. She wielded the short whip in her hand like a knife chopping an axe, every move vicious and threatening.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on that person.
Luo Binghe's breathing was smooth and smooth, but his heart instantly turned cold.
Luo Binghe watched from afar and suddenly felt a wave of impatience. He was no longer in the mood to continue fighting, and the hostility in his eyes rose sharply. He turned his hand over the hilt of the long sword on his back.
Because he had only painted the exposed parts of his body with the color of a normal person's skin, the other parts were not properly treated. Now that he was exposed on the spot, the sower decided to give up. With bloodshot eyes, he roared and rushed forward. Most of these disciples were of the younger generation. Most had not been to Jinlan City last time and had only heard of this monster, but had never seen it. Now that it really appeared in front of them, and it seemed to be crazy, hugging whoever it saw. Everyone was scared out of their wits. Shen Qingqiu saw that the sower was about to pounce on a Qing Jing Peak disciple. He dodged to the front and kicked the thing in the chest, sending it flying through two tables and spraying blood. He turned back and shouted, "Still not leaving?!"
The leader was the man from the Ba Qi Sect. This time, he lowered his body slightly, as if he was in a horse stance on his sword to prevent himself from being thrown off again. He shouted, "Shen Qingqiu is ours. No one else can touch him …"
No, it didn't pop out!
Why did it let him control his mind so gently at the last moment, as gentle as it was in the past?
Qiu Qingge: "…"
Perhaps with grief and indignation as the fuse, the last snap of his fingers finally ignited a ball of raging flames. Shen Qingqiu kicked away the sower hugging his thigh and struck down with a blazing fire!
The Young Palace Mistress shouted, "Scoundrel! Return the lives of my Shixiong and Shixiong! "
That sentence "Just you wait!" Unexpectedly, it wasn't just words.
The Huan Hua Palace disciples surrounded him and shouted, "The Palace Mistress is asking you a question!"
Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu said softly, "Don't let it suppress your mind."
"That's not important. It's enough for me to do what I want to do. Destiny, either doesn't exist at all, or it's something that should be trampled underfoot by me! "
Luo Binghe's smile had a hint of malevolence.
This time, not only Ning Yingying, but Ming Fan was also stunned when he saw the momentum of the leaf. The Green Leaf pierced through the air, cutting through the disciple's outer clothes and cutting through his pockets, revealing the flesh inside.
Luo Binghe listened in a trance, as if he was dreaming.
Luo Binghe stared at them, his face gloomy. He slowly stretched out a hand toward Shen Qingqiu and said, "Follow me."
Shen Qingqiu's feet touched the ground, and he leaped onto the roof. He flipped over and stood on the eaves. Taking a deep breath, his dantian called out, "Liu — Qingge —!"
Qiu Qingge said lightly, "I can't beat him either."
He didn't even need to tear it apart; it had already fallen apart.
The Young Palace Mistress was in a fit of anger. She had only glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, but the more she looked, the more she felt that something was wrong. For the time being, she couldn't care less about Shen Qingqiu. Turning her head, she asked suspiciously, "… Who are you? What are you doing dressed like this? Are you really from our Huan Hua Palace? Why have I never seen you before? "
He sighed heartily. "Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to say. Indeed, even with all the schemes and schemes, it's hard to defy destiny. "
Luo Binghe involuntarily hugged Shen Qingqiu tightly.
The Ling Xiao blood that had been lurking in Shen Qingqiu's body for many years began to stir in his throat again. There was no cure for this poison that liked to drop the ball at critical moments. Enough!
Shen Qingqiu cheered in his heart like all the other disciples: Ming Fan, this child, really took his teachings to heart. Yes, yes, yes, that's how it is!
Someone flew up on a sword and angrily rebuked, "Shen Qingqiu, you have such a vicious heart. You deliberately escaped to this place and drew the people of all the sects here in order to collude with the demon race and capture them all in one fell swoop. You want to repeat the tragedy of the Immortal Alliance Conference? Our Ba Qi Sect will not let you succeed! "
Ming Fan also replied in a low voice, "He really died. Very, very tragic. His whole body turned blue and rotten. It was said that he was poisoned by the demon race. "
How could he not be clear?
At that time, Shizun was actually … very sad?
But these two were definitely not characters who would listen to others. With one word of disagreement, no, without saying a word, they started fighting. Cheng Luan's momentum was like a rainbow, but Luo Binghe did not draw his sword. He gathered spiritual energy in his hand and used his palm as a blade to meet the attack head-on!
Ning Yingying raised her hand to stop him. Ming Fan was so angry that he thought Ning Yingying still remembered their old friendship. He reprimanded, "Little shimei, it's already now. Why can't you understand?!"
Ning Yingying said angrily, "How can I explain it to you, stinky girl? Don't you see that my Shizun doesn't know about this?" The Qing Jing Peak disciples immediately joined in the melee. Swords and knives had no eyes. Shen Qingqiu didn't have time to think carefully. Seeing that the fight would go on forever, he jumped out of the wine shop and lightly threw down a sentence, "Come out!" Sure enough, the two sides didn't care about fighting and rushed out after him.
Shen Qingqiu said, "You can handle it alone?!" 5: 2, ah, 5: 2. He hadn't forgotten this number. He stopped Qiu Qingge just to get him to help beat up the small fries and take him along the way. He didn't want to cause any mishaps to happen to him!
He snapped his fingers several times in a row, but not a single spark came out. It was like a lighter without oil. Click, click, click, no sparks came out. Shen Qingqiu was flustered and exasperated. The sower had already pounced on him and hugged his thigh.
Since the disguise was broken, Shen Qingqiu reached out and scratched his face, restoring his original appearance. He said, "Is there anyone infected?" Then he earnestly said the words he always wanted to say to others, "Hurry up and take the medicine. You can't stop taking it! "
Was that so?
Shen Qingqiu let go of Luo Binghe and slowly retreated, stumbling a bit on the way.
Ning Yingying said, "You shut up. Does Shizun know that you're rushing to your death? What would he say if he knew? Shizun would rather be infected himself than let us suffer losses and be bullied. You don't care about your life like this? "
Shen Qingqiu: "…"
His toes touched the roof tiles. He crouched down on the eaves. Cheng Luan's momentum was extremely strong. Qiu Qingge's sword did a dazzling somersault in the air before he stopped and stared at a certain place. Shen Qingqiu also followed him to look.
"You don't like that I'm a demon. I'm just afraid that if I go straight back to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, you'll drive me out. I was thinking that if I took Huan Hua Palace into my hands and became a righteous immortal like you, wouldn't that make you happy … "
These hundreds of human lives were all counted on his head?
The Xiu Ya sword fell first. Its master had already self-detonated his spiritual power. The sword was still there, but it had already broken into several pieces in midair.
Scarlet skin!
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