Actually, with Song Zhong's speed and strength, he could have caught up with Wu Xiang and the others long ago.
However, he was truly angry this time. His sister and brother-in-law's family had died tragically, and he wanted to kill all of Wu Xiang's family and friends to accompany his sister in death.
That was why he followed behind them unhurriedly to lure out their family and friends. Millies had really suffered an undeserved disaster.
However, Millies was afraid of Ding Ning, but not Song Zhong. If he was not afraid that Ding Ning would catch up, he would not have bothered to explain to Song Zhong. He would have just killed him.
Once Song Zhong made his move, Millies was furious. F * ck, I can't beat Ding Ning, but can I beat you?
Thus, the two of them were like Mars colliding with Earth, lightning meeting fire, and they fought fiercely.
Song Zhong was empty-handed, and Millies did not use any weapons. The two of them clashed over a hundred times in a flash.
Song Zhong's expression was normal, but Millies's hands trembled slightly. He grimaced in pain and complained in his heart. How could there be so many monsters in the Divine Continent? Even one of them was so powerful.
"Interesting. As expected of that little monk's helper. You are worthy of me using my weapon."
Song Zhong untied his sister's corpse from his back and carefully placed it on the ground. He took out three silver steel-like objects and slowly pieced them together. He said calmly, "This is the Cold Drinker Soulseeking Spear. All these years, you are the thirteenth person worthy of me using this spear …"
Before he finished speaking, he looked up and found that Millies had already disappeared. Song Zhong was so angry that he cursed, "Do you still have the demeanor of an expert …"
Millies listened to the curses behind him and curled his lips in disdain. Do you really think I'm stupid? Why would I stand there like a fool and wait for you to assemble the spear and stab me? Although this guy is very powerful, his brain does not seem to be working well. He is far worse than Ding Ning.
Ding Ning felt very annoyed. He had stopped in front of the Royal Alliance's team for a minute and had almost lost Millies. He had finally used his divine sense to capture his position, but he had to run into Wu Xiang again.
Right now, he really did not want to meddle in other people's business and waste time. Millies had to die, but when he saw the sorry state of these three brothers, he had no choice but to ignore them. Besides, he was also very curious as to who could force these brothers into such a state.
"Are you guys stealing someone's wife or murdering their father?"
Ding Ning stood in the middle of the road with his arms folded. Looking at Wu Xiang and the other two who were panting like dogs, he teased them with a smile.
"Brother Ding, I've finally found you."
"Brother Ding, help!"
Wu Xiang and Pudding didn't regard themselves as outsiders at all. With a relieved expression, they sat on the ground and gasped for breath.
Although Jiang Wuhui didn't say anything, he also showed a relieved expression. Bending over and holding his knees with his hands, he let the bean-sized sweat drop on the sand, feeling extremely bitter.
Even though he was proud and arrogant, he had to admit that his rival in love, who had stolen his dream lover, was far ahead of them and had the ability to protect them.
"Tell me, which force did you offend that the three of you ended up in such a sorry state?"
Ding Ning took out three water bags and threw them to them.
"Thank you!"
Jiang Wuhui took the water bag, thanked him politely, and started to gulp it down.
Wu Xiang and Pudding's mouths were so dry that their skin peeled off. How could they have time to thank him? They just held the water bags and gulped it down.
After drinking all the water in the water bags in one breath, Wu Xiang and Pudding seemed to come back to life and told him what had happened in detail.
"Song Zhong, the Cold Flame Soul-Chasing Spear in the Red Flame Hunting Song?"
Ding Ning showed a trace of solemnity on his face, but his eyes were sparkling.
As the saying went, a person's reputation was like a tree's shadow. Song Zhong could be ranked together with Asura, who occupied the first place on the Divine Land Martial Roll, so he had to pay attention to him.
Since he heard the name of Asura for the first time, he had been longing for the opportunity to have a hearty fight with Asura. Now Asura was not here, but Song Zhong should not be much weaker than him. How could this not make his blood boil and his fighting intent rise constantly?
Wu Xiang complained with a bitter face, "Brother Ding, I really didn't kill his sister. They wanted to kill me and steal my number plate, so I hit their acupoints. I didn't know that they would die. No matter how I explained, Song Zhong didn't listen to me and insisted that I killed them. I'm wronged."
"I believe you."
Ding Ning knew Wu Xiang's temperament. This child was the reincarnation of a true Bodhisattva who bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind. How could he easily kill people?
"I know that Brother Ding is a reasonable person and won't leave us alone."
Pudding said with a smile after she recovered from the shock.
Ding Ning glared at him angrily, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation? I've been your scapegoat for a long time."
"Hey, you can't blame me for this. They insisted that you were a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, and I never expressed my opinion. But then again, Brother Ding, tell me the truth. Are you really not a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe?"
Pudding laughed dryly and asked curiously.
Ding Ning's face became strange, and he said doubtfully, "Don't you know whether I'm a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe or not? Aren't you from the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe? Have you seen me? "
"I haven't seen you in the tribe, but who dares to say that you are not a descendant of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe's disciples who were left outside?"
Pudding muttered in a low voice.
"A descendant of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe's disciples who were left outside?"
Ding Ning was shocked, and he showed a thoughtful expression.
If it were in the past, he would definitely not think in this direction. But since he knew that he had the bloodline of the Three Venerables, and his father did have the bloodline of Chiyou, he had this suspicion.
What's more, his father had never mentioned his grandfather and grandmother, nor had he mentioned his origins. This couldn't help but make his imagination run wild.
"Although the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe has closed the mountain gate, it doesn't mean that they absolutely live in seclusion. Every few years, some disciples will quietly go out to gain experience, but generally they won't expose their identity and whereabouts. Brother Ding, are you a descendant of a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe who went out to gain experience and fell in love with the secular world?"
Pudding guessed with a wild imagination.
Ding Ning could not help but roll his eyes. "Sorry, my father is still alive."
Pudding was instantly embarrassed. She smiled embarrassedly and said nothing, feeling a little disappointed. After all, the disciples who went out to gain experience would return to their families when their time was up.
He had always suspected that Ding Ning was a child left in the secular world by a clansman, but since Ding Ning's father was still alive, it was naturally impossible.
"Are you really not a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe?"
Jiang Wuhui asked suspiciously.
"Of course, if I have such a powerful backer, why don't I admit it?"
Ding Ning felt quite speechless. In fact, he was not sure whether he was a descendant of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, and he might only know all this after seeing his father.
"Then why do you have the Sky-killing Saber of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe?"
Seeing that Ding Ning's expression did not seem to be fake, Jiang Wuhui asked with some doubts.
Pudding's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he stared at Ding Ning to see how he would answer. He had also heard that Ding Ning could use the Sky-killing Saber, but because he had not seen it with his own eyes, he did not dare to ask. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wuhui asked for him.
Ding Ning felt a little guilty when he heard that, but his face was now thicker than the city wall. How could he show his flaws in front of these young people? He sneered calmly and said, "People are similar, but why can't the bladesmanship be similar? Chi Yang of the Holy Medical Family had a grudge against me and wanted to kill me, but he didn't have the ability to do so, so he deliberately announced that I was a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, and then used the ancestral teaching to drag your Holy-sword Villa down to deal with me. "
Jiang Wuhui showed a thoughtful expression and seemed to believe Ding Ning's words.
Wu Xiang sighed faintly and said compassionately, "Amitabha, revenge breeds revenge. When will it end? Why can't we live in peace?"
Pudding sneered and rubbed Wu Xiang's little bald head. "You think too simply. This is a feud that has been accumulated for thousands of years. How can it be so easy to resolve?"
"Since it happened thousands of years ago, why do you still want to continue it?"
Wu Xiang did not agree with her. He turned his head angrily and did not let Pudding touch his head, for he always felt that it was like touching a pet.
"We have no choice. After all, the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa are losers."
Pudding said a little complacently.
"Who said we are losers? At that time, it was your ancestor, Chiyou, who died, and the two ancestors, Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, became human emperors. You are the losers."
Although Jiang Wuhui had a close relationship with the two of them and had never betrayed Pudding, in order to maintain the dignity of his sect, he still retorted sharply.
"Humph, that's not ancient history. In the human world, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Although Ancestor Chiyou was defeated, he was not defeated by Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, but by the Holy-goddess Tribe. I really don't know why you are so proud."
After all, Pudding was young and impetuous. With a flushed face, she refuted unwillingly.
"A just cause enjoys abundant support, and an unjust cause finds little support. If Chiyou were not arrogant and domineering, how could the Holy-goddess Tribe kill him because they couldn't bear it?"
Since it was related to the glory of his sect, Jiang Wuhui would not yield an inch, but argued back.
"Humph, then what did your ancestors do? They killed the donkey when it was no longer of use, burned the bridge after crossing the river, and almost killed the Holy-goddess Tribe. "
Pudding retorted with a sneer.
Jiang Wuhui was speechless, and after a long time, he said unwillingly, "That's the emperor's scheme. The Holy-goddess Tribe has seriously threatened the rule of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, and they must be eradicated in order to unify the world. In history, it is not uncommon to hide the bow after the birds are exhausted."
"So, don't look at history arbitrarily with the eyes of ordinary things. Who dares to say that Ancestor Chiyou was not discredited by Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, so the Holy-goddess Tribe's ancestor was lured to kill him? But what was the result? The Holy-goddess Tribe was exterminated, and they didn't end well at all. "
Pudding didn't let him off easily and said aggressively.
Jiang Wuhui opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't defend himself. After all, the behavior of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang of burning the bridge after crossing the river was well known to the world. With this stain, it was hard to say whether Chiyou was discredited or not.
Seeing that he was silent, Pudding didn't say more, but said seriously, "Those are the grievances of the past. Of course, in order to fight for the world, it's not too much to use any means, and future generations will only judge heroes by success or failure. I'm not vindicating my ancestors. In fact, no matter the descendants of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, the Holy-goddess Tribe, and our Jiuli Tribe, when they joined hands to resist the allied forces of demons and demons at the end of the Dark Calendar, they had turned hostility into friendship."
"Then why do the ancestors of our Holy-sword Villa and the Holy Medical Family still hate your Holy-saber Ancient Tribe so much?"
Jiang Wuhui asked with confusion.
Pudding smiled proudly. "Haven't you found out? No matter how you target my clan, my clan doesn't care about it. Do you know why? "
Not only Jiang Wuhui and Wuxiang, but also Ding Ning's gossipy heart was aroused.
Indeed, the grievances between the Four Holy Gates had been resolved because they joined hands to fight against demons, but why did the relationship deteriorate sharply later, and even the ancestors of the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa didn't hesitate to leave the ancestral instruction that they must kill the people of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe when they saw them?
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