original intention

When Nan Jin came through the miasma forest with half of his guards, the thick miasma in the miasma forest was filled with the bloody smell.Nan Jin left the guards behind and gathered up his lightness kung fu and went straight to Qingxuan Palace.

Seeing the return of the palace lord and the guards, the hard-working believers in the church had a feeling of immortality in the Qingxuan Palace. The people who were almost exhausted after the battle rekindled their fighting spirit with the addition of the guards. They wrestled with everyone in the first-line pavilion.Qingxuan Palace has a vast area, and the battlefield is scattered in many places, but Nan Jin has no time to find out where the hall masters are.

Because, amidst the corpses strewn across the field and the blood-stained miles, the first scene Nan Jin saw was that Ah Fu, who was soaked in blood, was chopped off the cliff with a palm. Wei Ming blocked the periphery with his palm. As far as Nan Jin was concerned, at this moment, he could only watch A Fu fall off the cliff. In the bloody mess, Nan Jin seemed to see the indifferent comfort in A Fu's eyes... …

The mood in Nan Jin's chest was too complicated at the moment, a pair of lacquered phoenix eyes stared straight at the man in front of him, and the overflowing anger could not be concealed in the dead calm, the words between the teeth were gnashing: "Wei... Ming ..."

Wei Ming's long and narrow eyes flicked across, "The Palace Mistress has really good eyesight, and he can recognize her at a glance."

At this moment, Nan Jin's anger spouted through the pervasive blood and approached Wei Ming, but Wei Ming was not in a hurry, and his expression was indistinguishable from that of the ordinary face wearing a mask at that time, revealing the malice of teasing, "All this is actually thanks to Chief Su of the Qingxuan Palace, otherwise, how dare I attack the Qingxuan Palace?"

Nan Jin slightly closed his eyes and opened them again without any surprise, and replied in a low voice, "Wei Ming, don't be too smart, it's just my indulgence to him."

Without stopping to speak, one hand quickly pulled out the big knife on the corpse lying on the ground at his feet, and with a loud shout, he charged forward. Wei Ming turned his palm into a sharp weapon, and went forward instead of hiding. The big knife turned into countless halos, like a thousand weights of gravity suppressing Wei Ming layer by layer.

Wei Ming didn't have any weapons in his hands, but he could almost easily defuse his moves. Nan Jin's eyes gradually turned ugly. Sure enough, the family martial arts "Yi Yi Jue" of Yi Yi Pavilion and "Jia Mo Heart Sutra" of Qingxuan Palace were nothing more than A family of martial arts from the same family, if not for the suppression of San Chun'e, would not be comparable at all.

And Wei Ming in front of him obviously has a different heart. I am afraid that he has been studying how to crack the "Jiamo Heart Sutra" for several years. ", hehehe, the ancestors of the Nan family really played a good game of chess, a dog that is raised too much with emotion is bound to become a rebellious wolf.

In a short time, the master has already fought a hundred times, but Nan Jin discovered that Wei Ming's seemingly soft retreat had a faint tendency to turn against the guest, and at this moment, the pure yang energy of Gan Yuan that had been suppressed and tamed in his body was at this moment. Feeling restless, Nan Jin searched for a gap, and sacrificed several knives in a row, the blades were like torches, temporarily forcing Wei Ming to retreat a little.

Nan Jin's complexion was as usual, his phoenix eyes were bright, but for the first time, he felt the instability of his inner breath with fear. For the first time, Nan Jin's eyes showed an extremely complicated and hesitant expression. Suddenly, he yelled and his clothes flew away. Jian discarded the broadsword, gathered his strength and struck out the palm, and the wind swept towards Wei Ming.

With a flash of light, Wei Ming had already keenly captured the tension in Nan Jin's eyes, and he confidently stepped forward. When he touched Nan Jin's palms, Wei Ming felt astonished. He firmly sucked his own, and what was it that was continuously conveyed from the palm of Nan Jin's hand?Is it his inner breath?Wei Ming is very familiar with this inner breath, and it must be the Jiamo Heart Sutra of the same lineage as the Yiyi Jue, with the same full of yin, the same profound and soft.

Outside the Qingxuan Palace, Su Qingran hurried over with a group of swordsmen from Xuejian Villa, and the faint traces of blood in the air made his uneasiness gradually intensify.

Qing Cong was restless and agitated, the mountains and plains were filled with flames and fights in front of his eyes, and the scattered corpses and glaring blood that jumped into his eyes made Su Qingran unable to breathe with difficulty.

Su Qingran saw that there was only one arm left lying at his feet, and his whole body was almost invisible. Only a little clue on his face could tell that it was the little congregation of the internal affairs hall. When he met him, he was carrying herbs From time to time, he would enthusiastically help him carry it. The one whose chest was pierced by a sharp weapon and fell into a pool of blood was the little cook who made Jiangnan snacks for himself from time to time...and the one who helped him repair his living room...and that represented the Central Plains martial arts The moral knights of the rivers and lakes are still fighting with their swords...

Su Qingran grew up in Xuejian Villa. All the morals, righteousness and evil in the Jianghu came from the teachings of the elders. The first time he stepped out of the Jianghu, he was taken to Qingxuan Palace. He used to follow the so-called Dayi regards Qingxuan Palace as a cruel and heartless demon sect, but obviously these people have brought him help, warmth, and companionship... In the past two years, except for the resentment and demonic barriers that are always in his heart, he has never felt this world. The obscurity and darkness...

Su Qingran waved his hands and screamed to tell them to stop. Many of the people in the internal affairs hall are just servants with special skills, not like Fengyingtang, Xingchatang, and Quenlitang. But one by one became the souls of martial arts practitioners. Suddenly, a flash of sword light pierced through the wind in front of him. Su Qingran had no time to draw his sword, so he had to block it with his sword and retreated more than ten feet away.

The person who came was Duan Tianyi, who was charming and feminine, but he was no longer handsome and evil as before. His body was covered with scars in many places, and his messy black hair fluttered in the wind. Okay, but the Central Plains martial arts took the opportunity to attack Qingxuan Palace, and a large number of people in the sect were empty. Before you left the sect, you let A Luo take away a large number of masters, you! It is a waste of the palace master to treat you..."

Su Qingran's heart froze, she couldn't refute Duan Tianyi's words at all, and the sad thing was, wasn't this her own heart, why did she feel so guilty and uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.

Su Qingran didn't have time to defend himself, because the people from the Yixian Pavilion came up close again, Su Qingran had to fight side by side with Duan Tianyi with his sword, but the people in Xuejian Villa kept shouting, "Young Villa Master! We should Help the first-line pavilion, Young Master!"

Heh... Duan Tianyi sneered, and proudly withdrew from Su Qingran, Su Qingran couldn't help asking, "Where is Nan Jin?"

Duan Tianyi seemed to have heard the big joke, "Director Su, oh no, the young master of the Central Plains righteous way, since the palace lord left the sect with you, I have never seen the palace lord, so why do you ask me hypocritically? Now that you appear with healthy limbs and outstanding martial arts skills, I should ask you, what have you done to the Palace Master?"

……

The light in Wei Ming's eyes was even brighter, and he had accumulated enough energy to get rid of this continuous infuriating energy. Nan Jin was full of evil spirits, and the corners of his mouth gradually ooze blood, and his face became paler, but Wei Ming was constantly accepting Nan Jin's evil spirit. Jhin's face turned purple, and even his whole body was about to explode, as an inexplicable scorching heat hit his palms.

Wei Ming's whole body was about to explode, and at the moment when his palms separated and regained his freedom, Wei Ming who lost his mind instinctively kicked the weak Nan Jin far away.

The guards who had been wrestling with everyone in the First Line Pavilion hurriedly flew forward, caught Nan Jin who had almost fallen to the ground, and shouted, "Master!"

Nan Jin spat out a large flower of blood, his face was as pale as a snow lotus, and he whispered in his ear with the last bit of strength, "Don't...leave me alone, lead the congregation to retreat to the North Cliff, before going... The Library Pavilion is burned down, and then... go to the bottom of the cliff to find... find Ah Fu, hurry... hurry!"

The guard mechanically captured the final determination and majesty in Nan Jin's eyes, flew back, rejoined the battle of the crowd, and gradually led everyone away...

However, Wei Ming didn't have time to pay attention to the actions and thoughts of the mere guards. The two extremely cold true qi scurrying around in his body hugged and merged with each other, gradually his limbs felt like falling into ice caves, and a trace of qi in his chest was burning like a gossamer. Like volcanic magma burning the heart and lungs, the power of the whole body was actually contained.

Wei Ming was angry, and a tyrannical look appeared on his flat face. He raised his foot and stepped on Nan Jin's face with brute force, shouting angrily in a distorted voice, "Damn it, what did you do? What? Say it quickly!" The pungent smell of mud and blood on the soles of the feet made Nan Jin couldn't help frowning, but what responded to Wei Ming was the uncontrollable blood gushing out of his body as if a gate had been opened.

Nan Jin thought, he was about to die.

At that time, I was also forced to accept Gan Yuan's pure yang qi for decades in the extremely yin zhenqi that I had cultivated for so many years, and I managed to control these two qi in the game between yin and yang. , and now the true qi of my Jiamo Heart Sutra has almost been transmitted to Wei Ming, two streams of yin and poisonous true qi plus extremely pure and hot pure yang qi, this pure yang is bound to be like a powerful medicine It was only a matter of time before Wei Ming's zhenqi got out of control.

But as for myself, I have lost the internal force that I have cultivated for many years, and only half of the foreign pure yang qi is left to fight against myself, and without the comparable yin zhenqi, my body can't control and integrate this strange and violent force at all infuriating...

Hehehe... The tactic of dying together is still almost ready after all, and it was me who died first, and the perception of the five senses also felt that it was gradually lost and confused.It was as if I heard that person's voice vaguely, even though that person brought such destruction to Qingxuan Palace under my connivance, at the last moment before death, it was still his voice and his face, hehe ... I, Nan Jin, recognized it, and there was a softness beyond life and death in my eyes...

"Wei Ming! Stop it!" Su Qingran never thought that after being separated for only twenty days, what he saw again was the scene of Nan Jin dying, and the white robe in front of him was soaked in blood, and his distorted face was no longer handsome. Man, although Su Qingran has never seen his face, even the first time he met at the Buddha Temple, that person was wearing a mask, but Su Qingran subconsciously felt that this person was Wei Ming, and wrote letters Wei Ming many times.

Seeing Su Qingran coming, Wei Ming's eyes lit up, he put away his hostility for a while, and wanted to help Su Qingran with one hand, "Qingran, I didn't expect you to come so soon, are you okay?"

Su Qingran frowned, backed away subconsciously, desperately suppressed her trembling inner breath and looked at Nan Jin on the ground, but accidentally fell into the obsession in Nan Jin's gradually lax eyes.

Wei Ming's eyes widened, and he kicked Nan Jin's heart violently again. Su Qingran subconsciously blocked it but it was too late. Before he could speak, Wei Ming yelled, "Everyone from Xuejian Villa! , this is the big devil Nanjin of Qingxuan Palace, take him back to the Central Plains, and avenge your old villa master!"

Su Qingran's heart tightened, and she subconsciously withdrew the hand that was going to protect Nan Jin. Wei Ming stepped forward, approached Nan Jin's face, and shouted in a low voice, "Tell me, what kind of weird truth did you inject into my body?" Angry, speak up! Otherwise... I will make your life worse than death!"

Nan Jin couldn't help but coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, tired but calmly closed his eyes and ignored it.

Wei Ming became more and more flustered for some reason, and kept hinting to himself that this was just Nan Jin's trick to attack his heart. He was so impatient that he just wanted to kill Nan Jin directly, but he also thought about sending a letter to Xuejian Villa to summon martial arts. Regarding the matter of the conference, presumably after this martial arts conference, not to mention the Central Plains martial arts, the whole world will definitely follow the lead of the first-line cabinet.

Thinking of this, Wei Ming had no choice but to leave Nan Jin panting with resentment, suddenly he turned his head and smiled at Su Qingran, "Qingran, I will avenge you today. "

"What?" Su Qingran's mind was a little dull at the moment

Before he could react, Wei Ming pulled out Chengying with lightning speed and cut Nan Jin's tendons in his hands and feet several times. Nan Jin's already overwhelmed body convulsed uncontrollably, and glaring blood gushed out.

"Ah!!! What are you doing?" Su Qingran yelled in panic, her hands were at a loss and she didn't know which hand or foot to block the blood spurting from Nan Jin's body.

However, Wei Ming and the people from Xuejian Villa around him kept pulling him and Nan Jin, and kept admonishing and persuading himself, "This person is the enemy of Xuejian Villa, this person is the enemy of the Central Plains Wulin, this person People are the big devils of Qingxuan Palace..."