In the sword-making villa, the king's life-and-death battle on the sword, the red sword light cut through the night, and the endless blood color made this battle between swordsmen even more sad.

The black clothes move, the red legacy takes the death, the yellow spring road opens, the completely different swords are shockingly fast.

The sword-casting master moved the wheelchair under the wheelchair, avoiding the sword edges, and a moment of looking at the eyes, the sword fingers, and the fierce sword collided. With a loud bang, the turbulent flow scattered, the wheelchair fell to the ground and dust filled the sky.

"Sword Master, you've become weaker"

In the black-clothed hand, the sword turned and the sharp spinning sword made another three points.

The action was restrained, and the sword-making master slapped the earth beneath his body, fixed his figure, and then his sword finger condensed the earth energy of the villa, and helped him with all his strength.

The battle was shaking violently, and the battle situation was separated. The two of them retreated several steps away. Drops of blood fell to the ground. I don’t know who dyed the vermilion red.

"Magic, Blood Flame"

The blood flames rise, the sword intent is stirring, and the phoenix fire gathers the killing karma, which triggers the storm of heaven and earth. The sword opens to the nine heavens and slashes down with a bang.

"A sword ends with a hundred generations of swords"

The ultimate move is reached, the sword-making master condenses his true energy and transforms into a sword. The sword force goes against the sky and breaks the magic move.

He was covered in shock, and the sand was flying. The wheelchair was paddled out again, and a waterfall was filled with blood from the sword master's arm.

In the battle that day, the sword was broken and the body was broken. Although the realm was half a step further, the body and combat power were no longer at its peak. Facing Chi Lian's fierce power, he was at a disadvantage again.

Unwilling to be devilish to come to the world again, the master of the sword raised his true energy again, the sword flow broke through the blood light barrier, hovered in the sky, and then condensed and broke through the air and went down.

Seeing this, Ning Chen triggered the evil power between heaven and earth, sealed the sword with one sword, and shook the sword master's moves.

With a loud bang, the black clothes took several steps, and the blood and energy in the body surged violently.

On the other side, the Sword Forging Lord vomited red again, and his old wounds had not healed, and his strength was almost gone.

Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were fixed. This old man was indeed extraordinary. If it weren't for his inconvenience, it would be difficult to defeat him.

Outside the battle situation, one by one, looked at the battle situation ahead anxiously, although he was determined but powerless.

"Please bypass the sword master's grandfather"

A little girl knelt down and begged in tears.

One person knelt, everyone knelt, begging the demons to let their sword master go.

"Ling'er, get up, the people from Zhujian Villa will not kneel down to anyone."

During the battle, the Sword Forging Lord glanced at the little girl in front of everyone and shouted in a deep voice.

Ning Chen waved his sword, cut open the sword wall with a bang, and walked step by step towards the little girl in front of the crowd.

"If you die, I will spare his life."

The cold sword is shining with the light of death in front of the little girl, with a figure in black clothes and black hair, without any human feelings in her eyes.

"Okay, you have to keep your word"

The little girl's eyes first showed a hint of fear, then she nodded firmly, leaned over and hit the sword.

"boom"

At some point, dark clouds in the sky once again covered the moon, and the thunder rumbling and roaring through the sky.

With a loud bang, the thunder illuminated the night. Under the lightning, a thrilling scene, the little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, gave up her life without hesitation, entered her body with a sword, and blood spurted out like a spring.

The body-permeating sword, blood dripping, shocking everyone present.

The sky couldn't bear it, and the heavy rain fell, blurring everyone's vision.

"Ling'er"

Behind the crowd, a young woman was shocked, and shedded her arms like crazy and rushed forward. However, before she got close, she was shaken away by a sword intent.

"Sword Master, I'll leave your life"

Ning Chen silently picked up the little girl in the pool of blood, and then he flashed and left at a rapid speed.

A hundred miles away, Bai Yunlian finished watching this scene, a strange color rose in his eyes and turned around and left.

It seems that the world is not full of dirty things. That little girl is extraordinary. If she does not die this time, her future will be limitless.

In the secluded house in the west of the city, Ning Chen looked at the little girl unconscious on the bed, and flipped her palm, and a drop of unusually red blood flew out, and then slowly sank into the latter's heart.

For a quiet night, Ning Chen was quietly waiting beside the little girl. Until dawn, the little girl's injuries gradually stabilized, and she picked her up and walked out of the yard.

"Dangdang"

The knock on the door sounded, and soon after, the door of the mansion creaked open, and the ethereal and beautiful eyes were still reflected in the eyes.

"Miss Bai, I have something to do these days. Can you please help me take care of her for a while?" Ning Chen said sincerely.

Bai Yunlian looked at the little girl in the former's arms, and without asking any more questions, he said lightly, "Come on her in."

“Thank you”

Ning Chen thanked him and then hugged the little girl into the mansion.

Bai Yunlian's room was simple and simple, without any extra decoration, and it was impossible to tell that it was a woman's boudoir. Ning Chen was not surprised. Among the people he knew, there were not many normal people, so it was no wonder.

On the neat wooden bed, the little girl was still sleeping and her beauty was still very pale. Although her injuries were stable, she lost too much blood and could not wake up for a while.

"What's her name?" Bai Yunlian asked.

"Ling'er" Ning Chen replied.

"kindness"

Bai Yunxuan nodded and said calmly, "You can leave now, she won't have any trouble with me."

"Then please, girl."

Ning Chen looked at the little girl on the bed with apologetic expression, sighed in his heart, and then turned around and left.

The Zhao family, Taishang Pavilion, a secret report was placed on the table in front of everyone, making the atmosphere present solemn.

"Who will go?" Zhao Qingyang spoke.

"This demon's strength is extraordinary. In the Taishang Pavilion, only the second elder can match it," an old man said calmly.

"It's hard to defeat him with me alone." A middle-aged man said honestly, the first person in charge.

"No need to force it, you just need to lead someone to hold him back. Once you find his trace, please inform me immediately." Zhao Qingyang said.

"The Great Elder wants to take action himself?" The other supreme said in surprise.

"Are there any other ways?" Zhao Qingyang said lightly.

Everyone was silent, Youlan was severely injured, and the power of the sect leader could not be used. Indeed, only the great elder took action personally could be sure.

The three members of the Zhao family, except for the star marks that had been lost more than ten years ago, the Great Sun God Bow has always been controlled by the sect leader's lineage, while the Yin Yue Bow is guarded by the Taishang Pavilion. It can be said that the existence of the Yin Yue Bow is the key to the Taishang Pavilion's struggle against the sect leader's lineage and must be recaptured as soon as possible.

Tianji City, on a high platform connecting to the sky, the contemporary Tianjizi looked at Tianji in the fog, and suddenly, blood fell from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his clothes red.

In the chaotic world, the dynasty is in trouble.

"Send someone to tell the Zhao family leader that the people he is looking for are in Yanyun Mountain."

When Tianhe opened his mouth, he spread the trace of Qingming Festival that he could see from the secrets of heaven.

At the same time, the lake water flooded downstream of Qingxi Lake for several days. When the dike was about to burst, the white Buddhist robes burst out with dazzling light on the dike, turning into an invisible barrier, blocking the pouring lake water.

"The Buddha appeared"

In the downstream village, people knelt down, looking at the miracles in the distance, and looked excited.

In the ancient temple at the foot of the mountain, in the heavy rain, the Bodhi tower cast has been completed by nearly one-third. The demon-suppressing tower that reappears will wipe out the disaster of demons in the world.

On the pagoda, the Buddha nature is harmonious and the Buddha's light shines. The Buddha is poured with Buddha's blood, making the spiritual light on the pagoda clearer.

In the Zhao Family Conference Hall, simple clothes appeared, above the main seat, Zhao Tengkong looked at the young man in front of him, waved his hand, and a letter from Tianji Pavilion flew into the former.

"Yanyun Mountain"

Ning Chen looked at the place on the letter, frowned, and asked, "When will we set off?"

"To prevent the night from getting long and dreams, I will set off tonight," Zhao Tengkong said seriously.

Ning Chen nodded, walked down on a chair beneath the seat, silently waiting for the arrival of the night.

In Taishang Pavilion, a disciple of the Zhao family came over, said a few words in Zhao Qingyang's ear, and then retreated respectfully.

"The young man named Bai is here," Zhao Qingyang said.

"In this way, Tianji City found Zhao Liusu's trace." One person showed a strange look on his face.

"Eight out of ten to nine," Zhao Qingyang nodded.

“It’s so fast”

The middle-aged man sighed softly at the first place under his seat.

Yanyun Mountain was covered with dark clouds. Under the dark night, figures appeared, silently and immediately sank into the mountains.

Half an hour later, the agreed location, figures gathered again, looked at each other, shook their heads, and said, "No."

The head of everyone, Zhao Tengkong, looked gloomy. How could he not have it? Tianji City's deduction technique has never made any mistakes.
To be continued...