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Ning Qing killed someone.

It was his new husband-in-law who killed him, the young master of the Hengshan Sword Sect, and he was in front of a respected and respected person in the cultivation world.

The head of the Hengshan Sword Sect saw his parents and children being stabbed, and was so angry that he was about to burst into tears. He drew his sword on the spot and was brushed away by the Daoist on the side.

"Daojun... Daojun, do you want to protect this thief?" The head of the Hengshan Sword Sect was in a hurry, and the head's wife ran to Yang Song crying, "Song'er...! My Song'er!"

The supposedly festive scene was in chaos, someone tried to catch Ning Qing, but was stopped by a small formation he set up.

Although the scene is chaotic now, as long as Ning Qing doesn't draw his sword, Yang Song might not necessarily die.

"You traitor!" Ning Jiuchen was also in a hurry, but Jing Rong even stopped him.

Jing Rong looked away and couldn't bear to see the blush, he only trembled and said: "Zhelan, let him go now, brother will definitely keep you safe."

"Yes...yes...you let my son go...you let my son go soon!" The head wife hissed.

"It's too late." Ning Qing staggered a little, and the long sword penetrated into Yang Song's chest a little bit, Yang Song didn't dare to move, for fear that Ning Qing would draw the sword out.

Ning Qing snorted ironically: "Do you think I only want Yang Song's life? I want it, but..."

"All of you Hengshan Sword Sect will die to me!"

The sound transmission carrying spiritual power shook the sky, the Hengshan Sword Sect disciples who were still worried about the safety of the young master knelt down one after another, and Yang Song, who dared not make a sound, was so heart-piercingly hurt at this moment Roll on the ground.

"Don't move." Ning Qing let go of his hand, allowing Yang Song to roll to the ground, "I poisoned the tea, you masters who have drunk tea should be careful when practicing."

When he said these words, he still looked very calm, only the slight trembling of his body silently proved that he was not in a good state.

Jing Rong glanced at the tea that he hadn't had a sip of and felt a little hesitant, Yu Li, he should come forward to stop Ning Qing, and Yu Qing, he should protect Zhelan even more.

But if Zhelan made such a big mistake in front of everyone...how should he choose...

"The taste of Zhu Lian Zi Mu Gu, isn't it uncomfortable?" Ning Qing slowly turned around with the hem of his heavy clothes, as if he wanted to appreciate the pain of the Hengshan Sword Sect.

"When the mother dies, the child will follow." Ning Qing deliberately slowed down his tone. He has endured this thing, and of course he knows how uncomfortable these people who have been infected by the Gu are. He came to Hengshan Sword Sect so many days in advance, not for fun .

"Then guess now, whose body is the Mother Gu on?" Ning Qing even smiled when she said this.

But now he is dressed in red, and every word he speaks is poisonous, more like an evil spirit who came out of the boundless hell.

"Come on, before you die with the mother Gu, let me count the crimes of your Hengshan Sword Sect." Ning Qing knelt down and held the hilt of the long sword again.

"One, slaughtering young children."

"He's only less than ten years old. Are you so cruel that you killed his parents in front of him?"

Ning Qing read softly, his eyes were a little red, he couldn't think about it, he couldn't think about going back to everything he had suffered, otherwise he always felt that delaying these people would not be enough to pay him back!

"Now, I also killed your son in front of you, how about it?" Ning Qing's lips curved slightly, holding the hilt of the sword and turning it lightly.

Yang Song, who was already suffering from the pain of Gu poison, felt the pain of piercing his heart even more. He tried to pull Ning to clear his sleeves, "Please...let me die...let me die..."

It hurts so much... It's better to die than to live... It's not as good as Ning Qing killed him with a sword at the very beginning...

"How can this be enough?" Ning Qing looked at him with pity, and grabbed Yang Songfa to make him look up at the Hengshan Sword Sect head couple who were also in excruciating pain, "Look, let me watch! Yours Good son! How did you get retribution for the waste of everything?!"

"Rebel! Are you crazy?!" Ning Jiuchen was almost driven mad by Ning Qing's behavior, and he raised his sword and slashed at the magic circle Ning Qing set up.

But Ning Qing had already prepared for this. His magic circle could withstand Yuanying's full-strength sword in the later stage. Apart from himself, only Jing Rong could break through it. To put it bluntly, he was just betting, betting on Jing Rong Will not do it.

"I'm not crazy, and Master doesn't need to work hard." Ning Qing was a little out of breath, and he smiled bitterly in the direction of Jing Rong, "You don't need to work hard, brother, I also poisoned myself, this time I must use the Hengshan Sword School The blood of the whole family washes away the humiliation I have kissed, loved, and suffered..."

"Zhelan..." Jing Rong's voice trembled, and he couldn't even hold his sword steady, "Come out...don't do stupid things..."

"It's too late...it's too late..." Ning Qing shook his head and stood up alone, "The second crime of the Hengshan Sword Sect is that he was originally a colleague and forced the Wen clan to almost wipe out."

"Oh, well, everyone here has indulged a lot. They are all murderers, so I won't talk about it, lest some people don't know what shame is and want to beat them up."

"The third charge is that my Xuantian Sect had a great funeral, and you Hengshan Sword Sect members first insulted my senior brother, and then insulted my sect with red gifts. You despise my sect like this, do you really treat yourself as a human being?"

Ning Qing was a little dizzy, and his spiritual power was not enough to support the magic circle anymore. He drew his sword tremblingly, and blood spattered all over the ground in an instant.

Ning Qing shook the blood-stained sword a little bit, his eyes were filled with tears, he murmured in a low voice: "It's really dirty..."

"Brother Shizun, please do it yourself... so as not to dirty your swords..." Ning Qing smiled, he deliberately chose a dark lip balm, but he still couldn't suppress the color of the poisonous blood when he vomited.

When the long sword was raised, the magic circle around Ning Qing suddenly disintegrated, and it was true that the Hengshan Sword Sect was going to be buried with him.

But there was such an unexpected person, he came.

Moisture that moistens all things gently surrounds Ning Qing's wrists, and the sword in his hand is ejected a few feet, and someone even breaks the wind, wearing the same black clothes as before, his eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, those eyes are deep and deep , will actually cause waves for him.

"Yan... Yan..." The brilliance in Ning Qing's dim eyes gradually rose, and there was a tremor between the broken words. It was he who staggered towards Yan Huai with the hem of his long clothes, and the two embraced under the messy wound.

It's enough, it's really enough... to see him again before I die...

Ning Qing caressed Yan Huai's cheeks, he clearly wanted to smile, so he choked out a low sob for some reason, and finally tears wet Yan Huai's lapel, and his voice became more trembling: "I...I really want to you……"

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you away." Yan Huai's voice was extremely low, he pressed the man into his arms, and tapped Ning Qing's acupuncture points.

"Come on...it's too late..." Ning Qing's eyes turned black, and he was almost able to stand by leaning on Yan Huai, "I don't pray for this life, the next life, the next life..."

Ning Qing vomited blood again, but grabbed Yan Huai's sleeve tightly, and asked slowly: "If there is an afterlife...will you...wait for me..."

"There is no afterlife, and you will not die. I will take you away now." The moment Yan Huai sword was released, all the members of the Hall of Seven Killers fell on the high platform, with black-clothed ghost faces and murderous aura, silently showing that it was coming Human identity - magic repair.

"How could there be a magic cultivator..." The already chaotic scene became more and more chaotic. Shu Huayan, who was in the crowd of spectators, clicked his tongue. Yan Huai was so reckless. ah.

When all the people were pointing their swords at the high platform, Shu Huayan also let the accompanying Bianyangtian disciples stand up. He wore a dark purple fan and swaggered, "Qianjiu Palace Banhua, please enlighten me."

Is the surname Yan, or a person from Qianjiu Palace? !

Under the chaos, the most frightened and angry person was Ning Jiuchen. He pointed his sword at Ning Qing, "You traitor...! Murdered your colleagues and colluded with the demon cultivator! I will clean up the Ning family today. I don’t have you Ning Qing anymore! I don’t have you as an apprentice either!”

The sword in Ning Jiuchen's hand came through the wind, Yan Huai held Ning Qing in his arms, and the long sword sank straight into Yan Huai's belly. Heartbreaking sentence.

"Yan Huai?!"

It was Yan Huai who took the sword for Ning Qing, and he could not have blocked it.

It was also at the moment when the long sword sank in, the sky and the earth suddenly thundered, and the originally clear sky and the earth were shrouded in dark clouds, and the thunder bursts pointed directly at the Hengshan Sword School.

The moment Ning Jiuchen's sword was ejected, the watery spiritual power covered Yan Huai's wound, preventing him from losing too much blood.

Yan Huai hugged Ning Qing and did not let go. He drew his sword and cut Ning Qing's sleeve and robe and threw it in Ning Jiuchen's direction, saying in a deep voice, "I took this sword for Ning Qing. From now on, he will be with you, Ning Jiuchen." , Cut off the robe and judge righteousness, there is nothing to do with it."

"Yan Huai...no...no..." Ning Qing panicked to the extreme, his fingertips trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to reach out to touch Yan Huai's wound.

Yan Huai frowned, held Ning Qing's outstretched hand, and answered him in a low voice: "I'm fine."

And under the chaotic scene of thunder and bursts, some monks finally remembered that they had the highest cultivation level in the field - Jing Rong.

"Isn't Daoist Rongxie ready to do something?!"

"Are you also going to collude with Moxiu?!"

"Watching the same clan being exterminated so coldly! Heaven's punishment is coming!"

Jing Rong, who had been doing nothing from beginning to end and even blocked people in a vague way, said nothing, only the hand holding the sword trembled a little.

"Could it be...Could it be true that the Xuantian Sect and Moxiu colluded together...The purpose of this wide invitation is to catch us all..."

"Jing Rong?! How long are you going to watch?!" Ning Jiuchen, who couldn't personally execute Yan Huai and Ning Qing, was also very angry.

"Do you want to watch these comrades be killed by the demon cultivator?!"

In the chaos of swords, lights, swords, and shadows, and the sky is full of surprises and thunder, Jing Rong finally reacted. He raised his sword and slowly pointed at the two people who depended on each other in the middle: "Let go of my junior brother..."

"I can't let it go, he will die, I'm the only one who can cure this poison..." Yan Huai didn't let go, but Ning Qing panicked and pushed Yan Huai behind him.

"Senior brother...don't...don't..." Ning Qing burst into tears in shock, he was still coughing up blood, but once Jing Rong raised his sword, he wouldn't put it down so easily.

"Brother... I beg you..." Ning Qing knelt down and bowed heavily to Jing Rong, "Don't hurt him...don't hurt him...!"

"It's all my fault! I beg you...!"

This scene seemed familiar, as if a long time ago, there was a person standing in front of him like this, taking all the blame on himself.

Yan Huai took a low breath, squatted down, and surrounded Ning Qing from behind who was on the verge of collapse. The moment he held Ning Qing's hand, the world was thunderous and torrential, and the torrential rain fell in an instant.

He asked him, "Did we know each other very early?"

Earlier, when he was not a Fujun, nor was he No.1.

"Yes... Earlier..." Ning Qing couldn't distinguish between joy and sorrow, he tried to interlock his fingers with Yan Huai, and lowered his head to look at the red mole on Yan Huai's finger, "Perhaps, it was more beautiful than we remembered. Early on..."

"Go back... this time, I don't want to be separated from you again."