Song Chang Gung took back his three Yang’s sword, and after a careful look, it was Mi Niang who landed on the ground. She had vomited blood and was in a coma. Look at her. She should have been thrown out after being hit hard.
Yu Yingnan got a fright when she saw that her apprentice was beaten like this. She quickly put away Nanli Huojian and jumped over. She picked up Mi Niang and kept shaking her and shouting her name.
Ignored the anxious Yu Yingnan, three people turned to look at the ruined temple, a wonderful lady, Xun Lanyin. It was strange that he had cleaned up the long-browed real person’s sword and the demon corpse.
And even those demon corpses are here, aren’t they so powerful? At best, they are congenital realm. How can they beat Mi Niang like this? Her eyes naturally know that Mi Niang is also congenital realm.
They didn’t have to wait to see a man come out of the ruined temple slowly. This is a young man with a long shawl and a white face in a red ancient robe and a jade belt.
His handsome face was cold and indifferent, and Li Yingqiong was unconscious in his left hand. In his right hand, he walked out with a purple Gu Jian, as if he were walking in his back garden.
A wonderful lady, Xun Lanyin, feels that this person’s breath is very weak, and she can’t detect his strength, but the momentum that this person inadvertently reveals is very subtle and powerful.
Unable to see through the place, she called Zhou Qingyun back to her side more carefully. She asked warily, "I don’t know what you call a friend in Emei School?"
The man ignored Mrs Miao’s question, but looked at her and then at the others. He looked at Zhou Qingyun and Yu Yingnan carefully, and his eyes showed appreciation and love.
But when he saw Song Chang Gung, he couldn’t help but look a change and then frowned. After watching it carefully for a while, he said, "Who are you? People’s door? "
Although his words are blunt, his voice is mellow and clear, and there is a slight depression. At the same time, there seems to be a red light flashing in his dark eyes, and a faint power naturally emerges.
From the moment this man appeared, Song Changgeng felt tight and nervous at the same time. First, he was nervous and was in a coma. Li Yingqiong didn’t know how her injury was.
At the same time, I’m also nervous that this man doesn’t know where he came from and can lurk in the ruined temple. Obviously, he doesn’t even know his wonderful wife Xun Lanyin. He didn’t show his power just now.
And he can feel that this man’s strength is not weaker than himself, even stronger. You know, since he unified his body skills, he has a thousand-year-old skill in abdominal blood coagulation.
Add four dharma relics in alveoli for 400 years, and flow in the body for 100 years. The body has more than 1,500 years of skills, but in front of this man, it feels like it is on the verge of an abyss.
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Hearing the man’s question, Song Changgeng didn’t rush to answer, but looked at him carefully before saying, "I’m a brother from Qingcheng Mountain. Who are you from?" What want to catch my sister? "
The young man asked in disbelief, "Qingcheng Mountain School? Who are you? Oh, your skill is strange. I can’t see through it, but I’m a little familiar with it. Strange? "
Before Song Chang-geng could answer, Yu Yingnan, holding Mi Niang in a coma, angrily shouted to the man, "You bad guy hurt my apprentice and arrested Ying Qiong. Let her go!"
After listening to her words, Song Changgeng’s eyebrows are wrinkly. It seems that Shuangying really lacks experience. Just now, Yu Yingnan just put away his sword when he saw Mi Niang injured, and he didn’t have any vigilance at all.
Now I dare to scold each other rashly without seeing each other’s strength. He was about to speak when he heard the man simply say, "You and your daughter are both born."
Are you a master? However, the cultivation method is that you are evil and interesting. Your skill is impetuous and impure. Obviously, it is not long before cultivation, and it is a natural talent and a treasure.
What a wave! If you don’t have a good qualification and foundation, I’m afraid you’ll never get anywhere in your life. You and the little girl next to you and in my hand are all very good apprentices. "
"Ha ha want to accept my sister as an apprentice? Then tell us who you are, too. It’s not interesting to be so secretive. "The words are also cold and hard by this guy who makes Song Changgeng very angry."
After listening to his words, Zhou Qingyun turned to stare at him. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with his own words and became his sister, but the enemy is not good at present.
The young man seemed to want to laugh at the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t laugh at the cold root. He seemed to sigh casually, "It’s been more than 200 years, but no one knows me."
"No matter who Ge is, please let go of the children in the room and release shuriken at the same time. They are all our Emei. If you take them away, you will have a party with us in Emei. Please think twice."
Ignoring his exclamation, a wonderful lady, Xun Lanyin, got up and looked at him warily and said, it’s a pity that her voice is too soft and the height is also very gentle
See the nervous Song Changgeng and others that man’s eyes shed a smile and said, "Emei? Hehe, this sword is mine. What can’t I take? "
How many people are stunned? It’s him. Song Chang Gung was the first to react. He couldn’t help but be surprised. "You said this sword was you? Are you the blood god Zheng Yin? When will you come out? "
"Ha ha, I can’t believe that a famous young player actually knows me. It seems that my Zheng Yin’s name is still known. Ha ha, who did you hear about us? It won’t be those rotten people in Qingcheng, will it? " Although the young man is smiling, he is still indifferent. Even if he admits that he is Zheng Yin, the god of blood, he still looks indifferent as if he were an eternal rock.
When it comes to Qingcheng Mountain, a few people even flashed a trace of pride in their eyes. Obviously, they are very conceited and have no respect for others. I’m afraid they don’t even care about the reality of bliss. After all, they are all contemporaries.
Hearing that the other person is the blood god Zheng Yinrao, the concentration is profound and wonderful, and the first lady Xun Lanyin still can’t help but whisper for a week, so that the young players don’t know his origin.
However, like Xun Lanyin, the second generation younger brothers of Emei Sect all know that Zheng Yin, the God of Blood, is their master’s real younger brother. If the foundation and qualification are so long, the real person can’t compare with him.
It is also because of this that this Zheng Yin is so proud. As a result, he finally went astray and became half of the original "Blood Nerve", with both good and evil strengths.
However, his fortune is not as thick as that of Long Mei, and his experience is also very rough. No one came to help him when he was suffering or tempted. As a result, The Hunger was finally suppressed by Long Mei near the Stars and Seas in West Kunlun.
And this purple ying sword was really given to him after the real Long Mei got it, but now the real Long Mei has soared and it makes sense to say that he is the owner of this sword.
Seeing that things are a little tricky today, Mrs. Xun Lanyin made a ceremony for the younger generation after a little meditation and said, "Martial Uncle, although you took another road, you are still Emei’s younger brother after all."
Today, since Martial Uncle wants to get the Purple Ying Sword back, it’s not easy for the younger generation to stop it, but please don’t make it difficult for the child in your hand. She is our Emei brother. Please let Martial Uncle let her go. "
"Hum! Brother Emei? I’m not anymore. What if your master had suppressed me for more than 200 years when he was still studying the friendship of the same family? If I hadn’t been so confused, I wouldn’t have been born.
It’s meaningless to talk to you about these things now. This child is so qualified that I’m going to take it back to collect my brother. Don’t worry, I’ll protect the foundation of such a good qualification. How can it hurt her? "
It seems that the root depends on these people in front of him, and Zheng Yin, the blood god, talks to himself, as if he said that things must be done, and he said that accepting an apprentice must be his own apprentice.
"Ha ha that may not be? It seems that it is not up to you to decide who my sister wants to be a teacher. Look at the trick! " Song Chang Gung light drink a way he is disgusted with Zheng Yin’s tone and speech.
In fact, the root cause is that they are all tarred with the same brush and arrogant people. Although they know that each other’s strength is not weaker than their own, Song Chang-geng decided to see the truth at the end.
Because he knew that when he got to Zheng Yin’s point, what threats and feelings he said were all false, and only when he had strong strength could he really recognize himself and be qualified to talk to him.
He is not afraid of hurting Li Yingqiong. He knows that Li Yingqiong, the arrogant character of Zheng Yin, the blood god, is still in his hand. He would rather get hurt himself than let Li Yingqiong get hurt at all because it is a problem.
So he directly is a blood evil spirit shattered thunder put out to see a more than one meter thick purple thunder fire instantly across the two people that short distance to reach the ruined temple.
When Song Chang-geng spoke, a wonderful wife, Xun Lanyin, knew the character of Zheng Yin, the god of blood. Today, the root of the matter cannot be solved by words. After Song Chang-geng shot, she released her innate sword and directly attacked Zheng Yin with purple thunder and fire.
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The golden sword light is connected with the purple thunder fire. Although it is beautiful, no one appreciates the blood god Zheng Yinling. These attack roots can’t hurt him.
When the sword light and thunder fire hit the ruined temple, Zheng Yin, the blood god, had disappeared with Li Yingqiong. A wonderful lady, Xun Lanyin, was born with a sword and directly turned and chased it.
But Song Chang-geng’s bloody evil spirit shattered the thunder, but like breaking Zi Long, he marched straight into the roaring sound, and the ruined temple with the purple sword was directly collapsed.
After the thunder fire was released, Song Chang-geng didn’t expect to hit the meritorious service, and then the three swords merged into a rainbow and flew past with his perception and tracking.
Zheng Yin, the blood god who attacked two people, didn’t pay much attention to the dodge. Immediately after the blood was shattered, the purple sword in his hand was put away.
Raise my hand is four inches thick and feet long, and the blood-red Guanghua flies out to temporarily resist the swords of Song Chang Gung and Miao Yi. After a short pause, the blood-red Guanghua was shattered because it could not resist.
Zheng Yin saw Guanghua vanishing, and immediately his hands danced, and then it was twelve inches long and thick, and blood-red Guanghua flew out of these blood-red Guanghua, which was one of the spells.
The nature and power of this spell are similar to that of sword cultivation by sword immortals. It is a kind of magic power limited to acquired flying swords and innate swords, which is not bad.
Twelve fingers lotus flower still didn’t stop the two breaths. After two temptations, Zheng Yin, the blood god, knew that the two men were tough and couldn’t help but frown.
A wonderful lady led him to know, but just now, although he felt that Song Chang Gung was very strong, he didn’t expect the other party to be lower than himself. It’s no problem to fight alone, but it’s in trouble for two people to unite.
In fact, if the theory of truth leads all three people to be equal, and Zheng Yin, the god of blood, has a solid foundation for practicing for thousands of years and can be taller, there is not as much as he wants to be better.