After I escaped, he went crazy [Quick Transmigration]

"Death will also fall into hell with you... Tsk tsk!" The metal ball rolled around on the Eight Immortals table, "You really deserve to be a child of luck with nearly perfect will parameters, wow!"

669 looked at the white-haired beauty who was obviously lost in thought, and said "Let's see what you do this time", leaning in front of that pretty face, "What should I do? I don't think I can do it this time, I can't do it!"

The pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, and Song Qing slapped the ugly thing away with a palm, "Enough, the ugly thing breaks the law by acting cute, you have a little bit of sense."

The system that has been disliked countless times rolled back "shamelessly", "No, this time I see you died hundreds of times, I guess the son of luck is determined to be a ghost couple with you. I can remind you You, this plane is run by the idea of ​​the child of luck, if he is really determined to be a ghost couple with you, it is very likely that even if you both die, you will become a ghost and stay in this plane forever Be with him."

Song Qing frowned: "...Wait, you can still evolve from the world of martial arts to the world of spirits?"

669: "Of course. Remember, the son of luck is the most powerful existence in this world!"

"..." Song Qing was already unable to complain.

669 said coolly: "So, have you figured out a way this time?"

Before Song Qing sneaked back into the inner room of the imperial mausoleum to revive the ghost, but He Lanyu was not only not afraid, she was willing to die at his hands as a ghost couple.Fortunately, Song Qing made a decisive decision and retreated immediately.

He Lanyu didn't feel that he was wrong in the end, he would rather make a mistake to the end, and his desire to stay with Song Qing life and death was simply indestructible.

This time, he wants to see how this invincible host will pass the level?

Song Qing rested her chin with one hand, his white hair was scattered on his shoulders, his originally mournful and coquettish appearance was now tinged with a bit of laziness.His eyes rolled around, and then he hooked his index finger towards 669.

"Yo-yo, come here."

The metal ball immediately rolled a few times and jumped onto his shoulder, rubbing against his glossy white hair.

"Let me ask you something..."

The red lips opened and closed, 669 listened, then jumped up, "Wow, you don't mean to—"

Song Qing licked the corner of her mouth, and her eyes flashed, "Of course, the mountains don't turn around. Since he is so powerful, I naturally have to change my game."

Thinking of what this guy asked him, 669 was able to piece together Song Qing's plan, it shouted "tsk tsk": "Speaking of despicable, no one can compare to you!"

Flicking the small metal ball with her fingers, Song Qing evoked a determined smile, "Let's see this time, who wins!"

"Your Majesty, this red gauze is light and soft. It is made of cross weave, a typical Huaizhou craftsmanship." Si Chengye's eyes fell on the red in the emperor's hand, and he explained the situation of the overnight investigation.

"Empress Song was buried with a bright yellow phoenix gown. Even the nine-fold gold-painted gauze robe she changed into after her death was also made by Zhiniang in Suzhou. Your majesty, the red gauze produced in Huaizhou is not in the palace at all. There is no such thing."

He Lanyu's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was covered with cyan beard. At this moment, his eyes moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been ground by gravel, "You mean..."

Si Chengye lowered his eyes and said an unbelievable conclusion: "I suspect that either someone pretended to be a queen to cheat in front of the emperor, or..."

"The queen is not dead at all."

With a bang, Long An's cup fell to the ground and shattered.The chief eunuch next to him hurried forward, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

He hurriedly waved his hand to let the little eunuch behind him step forward to clean up the mess.

But He Lanyu pushed him away, bypassing the dragon case and coming to Si Chengye, his haggard face seemed to rekindle hope, "The queen...the queen is not dead?"

Si Chengye: "Your Majesty, the authorities are delusional. I said before that the theory of ghosts and gods is illusory. The empress's body was burnt, the heartless sword was missing, the poem on the wall, and the piece of red yarn from Huaizhou, all of this It can't all be a coincidence!"

He Lanyu recalled the white-haired beauty he saw last night, and shook his head instantly. "No, I saw the empress with gray hair last night. If he is not dead, why is it so?"

"This..." Si Chengye choked for words.But soon he said again: "Your Majesty, this minister really doesn't understand. However, someone can prove what I said is true."

After finishing speaking, he waved back, and an old man came in with his head bowed, knelt down and bowed down. "Cao Min pays homage to the emperor, may my emperor live long and live long."

He Lanyu: "Who is this?"

Si Chengye introduced: "This is Wang Er, the most senior Wu Zuo in Beijing. Your Majesty, Wang Wu has been conducting autopsies for 30 years. I have the courage to ask him to examine the Queen's body."

"What?" He Lanyu was furious, "You are so courageous, without my permission, who would allow you to have the queen's body examined!"

Seeing this, Si Chengye immediately knelt down, "Your Majesty, I'm convicted. But this matter is full of mysteries. If you don't find out the truth, I'm really afraid that you will be deeply deceived, Your Majesty."

Fortunately, He Lanyu claimed to have seen Song Qing's ghost last night, and was so excited that Si Chengye took advantage of the chaos and did what he always wanted to do: find someone to examine the corpse in the sarcophagus.

"You—" He Lanyu was about to make trouble, but Si Chengye hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, before punishing your minister, please listen to Wang Yu's autopsy results first."

He Lanyu's anger was still there, but he glanced at the old man kneeling on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and finally snorted heavily: "Say."

Si Chengye gestured with his eyes, and Wang Er, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly, and reported the truth: "The emperor, the emperor, the dead body ordered by Mr. Si to be examined by the grassroots has been burned, but with the experience of many grassroots people, it can still be done." Some information about the deceased's life was obtained. Judging from the skeleton, the corpse was a young male. He was more than eight feet tall. Because the corpse had been burned, Caomin could only check that there were signs of fracture in his right wrist joint. Judging from the degree of damage, the deceased should have had weakness in his right hand during his lifetime, and it is very likely that he used his left hand in daily life..."

"Impossible!" Hearing this, He Lanyu stopped him, "The empress used a right-handed sword during her lifetime, how could she—"

Suddenly, he froze.

Si Chengye hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, that's why the corpse in the sarcophagus is not the Queen!"

"Queen, he must still be alive!"

There was heavy snow falling in the sky.The first snow in winter is like covering the whole Jiangnan with a layer of silver.The man was holding an umbrella in one hand, while holding the white fox fur around his body with the other hand. His boots stepped on the ground, leaving a series of shallow footprints.

The snow in the south is gentle, never like in the north, it is a thick layer at a time.Luo Ying walked through the deserted corridor and soon came to the backyard.

There, a red figure is very obvious in the silver and white world.But that person has white hair all over his head, but he blends in with the snow shadow.

"Young Master Song!" He walked quickly to this person, and saw that the chill on Song Qing's face was comparable to the cold weather.

In front of them was a grave, on which was engraved: Song Qingli, son of Song Yunfei's tomb in Unfeeling Villa.

"How?" Song Qing quietly stared at the words on the tablet.

In this grave, there is no Song Yunfei's body, but a tomb of clothes.

Luo Ying hurriedly put the umbrella on his head, "Young Master Song, although you have achieved great feats, but after all, you were seriously injured before, and your foundation was damaged, so you still need to recuperate."

Although the ninth level of the unfeeling swordsmanship brought Song Qing back to life, Luo Ying later found out that this technique was extremely domineering when he diagnosed Song Qing's pulse.It is like a strong medicine, which can make Song Qing's skill greatly increased in a short period of time. The previous injuries seem to be harmless, but in fact they have not cured the root cause.

Song Qing's white hair is the best proof.This heartless swordsmanship devoured Song Qing's life like a monster.Luo Ying was afraid that if this continued, Song Qing's body would not be able to support it.

Song Qing knew all of this, but he didn't seem to care. "After all, what's He Lanyu doing?"

Luo Ying: "Just now I found out in the town that on the [-]th of next month, Zhentianmen will hold a martial arts conference, form an alliance with the eight major factions, and jointly elect a martial arts leader to lead the entire martial arts."

That day he smuggled Song Qing out of the capital, and then Song Qing went back to the imperial city to get back the Jueqing Sword. After that, the two of them came to the already deserted Rueqing Villa and settled here.

In recent days, many Jiang Hu people have come to the town.Luo Ying specially went to inquire about it, only to find out that Zhentianmen was going to hold a martial arts conference here in Huaizhou.

"Martial arts leader? Hmph." Song Qing sneered, "What an alliance, He Lanyu wants to use this opportunity to annex the Eight Great Factions, right?"

Today's Holy Majesty's desire to return to the Central Plains martial arts is already clearly revealed.

Luo Ying sighed: "Who says it's not? But now the Eight Great Sects can't help it. The Central Plains martial arts talents are withered. The previous Fu Jinglei made the Eight Great Sects frightened. It is said that the new Tiantian Sect Master is Fu Jinglei's apprentice, known as "Luofeng" Jing Zhengyang of Jian'. A few days ago, when Qu Bin, the head of the Kongtong School, met Jing Zhengyang, he annoyed him because he refused to bow and salute. The two sides fought, and guess what happened?"

In the affairs of the world, good things never go out, and bad ones seem to grow wings, and everyone knows about them.

Luo Ying shook his head, "In vain Qu Bin is also a master who has been famous for many years in the world. He couldn't pass a hundred moves under Jing Zhengyang, so he died suddenly on the spot with the seven swords in his body."

This battle was enough to completely silence those in the eight major factions who were still dissatisfied with Zhenmentian and the imperial court.

"Alas, the Central Plains Wulin is doomed." Luo Ying sighed regretfully: "For hundreds of years, although the various factions of the Wulin have been fighting non-stop, in the end chivalrous men emerged in large numbers, helping the weak and benefiting the common people. Now that they have been brought back to the imperial court, I am afraid that in a few years, they will all be reduced to imperial court eagles and dogs."

Luo Ying didn't belong to any sect, but after all, he was a member of the rivers and lakes, and he still understood the reason why his lips were dead and his teeth were cold.

Song Qing who didn't speak at the side asked, "Where is the martial arts conference in Huaizhou?"

Luo Ying was slightly stunned, and then he widened his eyes, "Mr. Song, is it possible that you want to go?"

Song Qing lowered her eyes and stared at her palm.He could feel that the abundant and almost domineering internal force in his body was swimming around.

"Of course I'm going. This is what He Lanyu set up for me. If I don't go, won't I spoil his interest?"

Luo Ying showed surprise, "The emperor... the emperor set up a trap?"

Song Qing withdrew her hand, and he looked at Luo Ying like a dying person, without a trace of vitality that should belong to his age. "Of course, I met him that night. The imperial tomb was stolen, and he didn't pursue it. Instead, he immediately asked Zhentianmen to hold a martial arts conference, and the venue happened to be in Huaizhou. Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

Luo Ying thought about it carefully, and felt that Song Qing's statement was very reasonable, and he was shocked: "Then, what should I do? He found out that I found a corpse disguised as you, and smuggled you out of Beijing? "

Oops!He had seen the emperor's methods before, and Luo Ying thought that if what he did was discovered, with the emperor's affection for Song Qing, wouldn't he...

Unconsciously touching her neck, Luo Ying swallowed, feeling that the winter in the south of the Yangtze River is much more terrifying than that in the north.

Song Qing glanced at him coldly, "What are you afraid of? With me here, I will naturally keep you safe."

"No..." Luo Ying pulled an ugly smile, "Young Master Song, I know that your swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, not to mention the Yulin Army, but take Zhentianmen as an example. Jing Zhengyang's high martial arts is probably rare in the world ,you……"

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Song Qing understood it, and he smiled.In an instant, Luo Ying's heart skipped a beat.If the concubine Song in the imperial city was quiet and safe, the white-haired beauty in front of her was shockingly beautiful.

"Luo Ying, let me tell you, Heartless Villa will never lose to anyone!"

December [-] Huaizhou

There are still ten days before the new year, but Huaizhou in the south of the Yangtze River is in a state of tension.In the past, the market was already lively and lively, but now there are no pedestrians buying new year's goods, and the streets are full of gangsters.

The disciples dressed in various sect costumes were all equipped with swords, and everyone's face was filled with a murderous look.

This time, Zhentianmen and the eight major factions held a martial arts conference. In name, it was a competition in the arena.But everyone knows that this is just a cover put up by Zhentianmen.Now that the talents of the eight major factions are withered, the younger generation does not have any outstanding figures.However, Zhentianmen is full of masters. The previous Fu Jinglei and the present Jing Zhengyang are all top-notch martial arts masters in the world.

Today's martial arts conference is just a farce of Zhentianmen going through the motions.However, there is still no school in the Central Plains martial arts that dares to be absent.

At the foot of Tianxiang Mountain outside the city of Huaizhou, all martial arts sects came early, the eight major sects separated into two rows on the left and right, but the seat at the main seat was still empty.

Zhentianmen was the initiator, but Jing Zhengyang did not show up for a long time. This arrogance has already made everyone present dissatisfied, but everyone just dared not speak out.

With the backing of the imperial court and peerless masters like Jing Zhengyang sitting in the battle, Zhentianmen is powerless to resist.The cold wind was bleak, and many people were shivering from the cold.Just when everyone was a little numb from the cold wind, there was finally a sound of carriages and horses in the distance.

The cyan flag embroidered with the three characters of "Zhentianmen" entered the sight of these Jianghu knights from afar, and someone in the crowd immediately shouted: "Here they come! They are coming!"

I saw a group of people coming here leisurely, and the leader was a young man with a gloomy face.That is the new master of Zhentianmen——Jing Zhengyang.

Behind is the brigade of Zhentianmenmen. This team of Tsingyi men and horses are tall and burly, fierce and fierce.The team slowly came to the arena, Jing Zhengyang jumped from his horse and went directly to the main seat.

"Master Jingmen!"

"Master Jingmen!"

Some of the sect leaders hurried forward to greet them, but Jing Zhengyang just nodded indifferently as a greeting.Many people in the room commented privately that Jing Zhengyang was really proud of his talents, and he didn't take these seniors seriously.

At this time, some sharp-eyed people discovered that there was actually a large carriage behind the troops of the Zhentianmen brigade.There was no decoration on the outside of the carriage, and it looked ordinary.

This may be the family member of the Hall Master of Zhentianmen...

This unpretentious carriage passed the eyes of everyone, but was quickly forgotten.

At this time, the drums on the arena sounded.

"Heroes present here, today we gather here to end the disunity of the martial arts in the Central Plains for hundreds of years. You and I are both the people of Dayu, and we should be united in one line, loyal to the court, regardless of you and me. Today, With my town Tianmen as the leader, form a martial arts alliance with all the major sects present!"

Jing Zhengyang paused, and the disciples of Zhentianmen shouted in unison, "Long live Dayu, Wulin League swears allegiance to the imperial court".The faces of the heads of the eight major sects were blue and white, but no one dared to say anything.

"Since it is an alliance, it is reasonable to select a person with both moral integrity and martial arts as the leader. After discussing with the leaders of the eight major sects, Jing Jing and the leaders of the eight major factions specially set up this arena. The final winner today should be the leader of the martial arts alliance and command the heroes of the martial arts!"

After Jing Zhengyang said, everyone in the audience looked at me and I looked at you, as if they were all waiting for the first warrior to enter the ring.

Soon, a young man in blue flew up, "Songshan faction Chenghong is here, who dares to come up?"

He looked around the audience, as if he regarded the heroes as nothing.After a while, another man who looked older jumped up and stood opposite him, "Cheng Shaoxia, a young hero, is really admirable. However, in today's Jianghu, Lunjian is still the old man of the Rueqing Villa." Sword', Wuyue Sword School, hehe..."

The man's last mocking smile immediately aroused the approval of everyone in the audience.How could Cheng Hong bear this tone, "You're courting death!"

He drew his sword and stepped forward, kicking off the prelude to the fight for the martial arts leader.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there was an extremely fierce martial arts battle at the foot of Tianxiang Mountain in Huaizhou.First, Cheng Hong, the first disciple of the Songshan School, was defeated by the "Qingyang Ghost Sword" Shang Luo, and then Shang Luo was defeated by the Jiu□"Shangqing Sword" Zuo Zhixin...

Three hours passed, and all the young talents worthy of the name in the rivers and lakes were defeated, either dead or injured.The ones who came to the stage after that were the famous current masters at first.

After several fierce battles, "Vajra Hand" Tu Meng defeated ten masters in succession with his fierce Vajra palm technique, and he was unstoppable.

Seeing this, Jing Zhengyang, who had been silent all this time, finally flew up and stood opposite Tu Meng.

Jing Zhengyang is only in his early twenties, but he exudes a frightening momentum all over his body.With such a formidable enemy, Tu Meng naturally did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

In the end, he was a long-established master, in the blink of an eye, Tu Meng had fought hundreds of tricks with Jing Zhengyang.Everyone on the stage was dazzled, and the heads of the eight major sects secretly had countless speculations.

Although before they all thought that the position of martial arts leader would eventually fall into the hands of Jing Zhengyang, but now Tu Meng has been killed.If Tu Meng wins, that is the best.Even if he lost, it would consume a lot of Jing Zhengyang's internal energy.

The calculations in the minds of these heads were crackling, and each of them had their own plans.

Soon, as everyone expected, Tu Meng was finally defeated by Jing Zhengyang's Luofeng sword——

Killed with a sword.

When seeing the "Vajra Hand" Tu Meng, who had been famous for more than [-] years in the arena, fall so stiffly, many people turned pale on the spot.

This Jing Zhengyang was really too ruthless.

Rumor has it that "Luofeng Sword" has never left anyone alive.

The tip of the sword was still dripping with blood, Jing Zhengyang glanced coldly at the Eight Great Sects, "Jing is here, who else is there?"

One of the eight seats of the Eight Great Sects was vacant, and the one that was vacated was Qu Bin, the leader of the Kongtong Sect who was killed by Jing Zhengyang's sword last month.At this moment, the expressions of the other seven people were all different.

He Kang, the leader of the beggar gang, coughed heavily on the spot: "I was seriously injured in the decisive battle with 'Guan Xia Dao' last year, and I'm afraid it will only increase the laughing stock if I come on stage now, that's all."

Seeing this, the voiceless voice master of the Emei School also lowered his head, which was a gesture of expression.

At this time, a high-pitched voice called out: "Old man He Kang, old nun without voice, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Yinghua, head of the Kunlun faction, cast a mocking look at the two, and then he strode forward with a determination to die.

"My Eight Great Sects have always been united with each other. Senior Brother Qu Bin was brutally murdered by this thief. You don't want to avenge him, but you still shrink back. This is simply insulting the prestige of my Eight Great Sects!"

He flew onto the stage, pulled out the sword from the scabbard, and a cold light appeared.Shi Yinghua said angrily: "A dog thief surnamed Jing, my Kunlun faction has never been a man who works for tigers, let alone become an eagle dog of the imperial court. I have endured you to suppress Tianmen for a long time, and Gein wants to kill you in front of the heroes of today's world. Take the head of my brother Qu Bin and avenge him!"

After finishing speaking, someone in the audience suddenly clapped their hands and shouted: "Okay! Master Shi! Well said! A dog thief surnamed Jing, we will not submit to you and become court eagle dogs."

"Yes, Master Shi, defeat the dog thief surnamed Jing!"

"Come on master Shi!"

The cries followed one after another. Before Zhentianmen used force to suppress the dissatisfaction of those Jianghu people, now Shi Yinghua made a gap and poured out like a flood.

Although Jing Zhengyang is young, his expression is extremely mature.He looked around the crowd under the ring, and finally fixed his gaze on Shi Yinghua's face.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the head of the Kunlun School.

He just evoked a sinister smile: "In that case, Sect Master Shi, please."

Shi Yinghua swung his sword forward, and the two silver lights collided in the air, making a "Zheng" sound.

Among the eight major sects, Shi Yinghua's martial arts ranking is only in the middle, even behind Qu Bin.Although there were constant applause from the audience, after nearly a hundred moves, he was already showing signs of decline.

Everyone's expressions became more and more tense, and Shi Yinghua's defeat became more and more obvious.Many people secretly marveled in their hearts, this Jing Zhengyang is young, but can suppress several current masters one after another, he really is a young genius!

There was a "stab", and blood splashed.

Luofeng sword stabbed Shi Yinghua's left shoulder!

The corners of Jing Zhengyang's mouth curled up, "The first sword."

Next, one, two, three... The silver light of the Luofeng sword suddenly appeared, and Shi Yinghua was hit by six swords in an instant, and her life was in danger.

"Master Shi, since you miss Qu Bin so much, then Jing will give you a ride." Jing Zhengyang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was about to stab Shi Yinghua's chest with his sword—

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky, and a staff blocked Jing Zhengyang's fatal blow.

"It's good, it's good," Shi Kong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple in yellow cassock, stood in front of Shi Yinghua.

Jing Zhengyang raised his eyebrows, "Master Shikong, in the arena, you are conceited in your life and death. Does it seem that you are breaking the rules when you come up like this?"

Shi Kong said in a deep voice: "My eight major sects are united, how can I allow you to kill the head of the time?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the other five masters who were still sitting under the stage, "What master Shi said is right, my Shaolin Temple's century-old foundation must not be destroyed in the hands of the old monk alone, Shikong will die today The death of the soul should not disgrace Shaolin's century-old reputation!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience showed shame, and one of them suddenly jumped onto the stage.

It turned out to be Taoist Master Xu Ming who was the head of Wudang.

That Xu Ming only said: "Master Shikong is right, we are ashamed. Wudang's centuries-old prestige cannot be ruined in the hands of poor Taoists. Today Wudang people can be destroyed, but their ambitions cannot be destroyed. I only wish to be with the master and master at that time." Advance together and retreat to resist powerful enemies."

At this moment, among the Tiantianmen who were just watching the show, someone shouted: "How can there be one-on-three in the arena? The Eight Great Schools are despicable and shameless. Sect Master, let me help you."

A hall master in Zhentianmen also flew up.

Seeing this, the rest of the sect masters jumped onto the ring one by one, and the frightening ten major sects of Zhentian Sect gathered on the ring, and the situation suddenly became that the Eight Great Factions were at a disadvantage.

Now that the matter has come to an end, the heads of the other three factions of Emei, Qingcheng and Huashan also jumped down the stage one after another.

"The eight major sects are united in one spirit and vow to defend the Central Plains martial arts to the death!"

"Yes, we will not be lackeys of the imperial court!"

"Swear to the death to defend the Central Plains martial arts!"

In a blink of an eye, many martial arts sects in the audience shouted loudly, the knights of the rivers and lakes who were originally forced by the evil power of Zhentianmen are now cheering for the heads of the seven sects on the stage.

Opposition to Zhentianmen was overwhelming, but Jing Zhengyang just pointed his sword at Shi Yinghua and the other seven people, and said coldly: "The eight major factions violated the rules of the ring competition first, and our Zhentianmen's eleven vs. seven was also forced by the situation." All the sect masters listened to the order, since the Eight Great Factions refused to submit to the imperial court and refused to be loyal to the emperor, then today it is only..."

"Screen, kill, don't, discuss."

With the last word falling, Jing Zhengyang's Falling Phoenix Sword had already directly attacked Shi Yinghua.The ten sect masters behind him showed their weapons at the same time and attacked together.

For a while, the stage fell into a big melee.

The 18 people in the arena can all be called peerless masters today. Right now, these people are trying their best, and both sides are fighting each other with death.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled, but after a while, the decline of seven enemies and eleven became more and more obvious.First came Emei, then Huashan, then Qingcheng, Shaolin, Wushan... All the masters were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

There is only one Shi Yinghua, he has already been hit by a dozen swords, but he is still standing in the middle of the ring.His blue clothes were already stained bright red by his own blood. When he opened his mouth, he spat out blood again. His feet were weak and he had to kneel on one knee, relying on the sword in his hand to hold on.

"Jing, Jing Zhengyang, as I said, our Central Plains Wulin will never surrender to your Zhentianmen." Even though he was seriously injured, he still spoke intermittently.

The corners of Jing Zhengyang's mouth curled up, but his eyes were extremely cold. "Central Plains Wulin? Huh, your Central Plains Wulin has long since declined. Besides you mediocre people, who else is there? Nowadays, it is the trend of the times to submit to the imperial court and to be loyal to the emperor. Master Shi, since you are so ignorant, then It starts with you—”

The silver light of Luofeng Sword flashed, and it was in front of Shi Yinghua in a blink of an eye.The latter's eyes widened, and Jing Zhengyang's speed was so fast that he couldn't react at all.

Everyone present was stunned, and some of them had already closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic death of the head of the Kunlun School of a generation of heroes.

Behind Shi Yinghua, the heads of the other six sects all shouted in unison: "Master Shi!"

A cold light flashed in Jing Zhengyang's eyes, "Die."

The Luofeng sword pierced Shi Yinghua's eyebrows, but at the very moment——

A ray of silver light descended from the sky, knocking down the sword in Jing Zhengyang's hand in an instant.The Luofeng sword was blocked, and the powerful force forced Jing Zhengyang to turn around, so that he could barely hold his ground.

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, a red figure stood in the center of the ring.He has white hair all over his head, and his brows and eyes are full of coldness.

Many people in the audience looked at that face and held their breath for a moment.Against the backdrop of waterfall-like white hair, the man in red on the stage looked like a Shura evil star, extremely weird and beautiful.

After a while, someone recognized him. "Yes, it is Master Song Shaozhuang!"

"Yes, the heartless sword Song Qing, it's him!"

"It's Song Qing, the young owner of Heartless Villa!"

"What's going on? Isn't the Unfeeling Villa destroyed by the court? The owner of Song Shaozhuang is not dead?"

Jing Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes shifted from the white hair to the sword in the opponent's hand, "The Unfeeling Sword Song Qing?"

The white-haired beauty in red pointed her sword at him, "Exactly."

Jing Zhengyang stared at his face for a long time, then suddenly sneered: "Oh, so it is our empress? Sure enough, you are not dead."

Hearing the word "Queen", Song Qing pursed her lips lightly, and the Unfeeling Sword came to Jing Zhengyang in an instant.The latter was caught off guard and was about to block it, but the sword turned a corner——

There was a "stab" sound, the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh, and then a blood flower flew into the air.

Today, Jing Zhengyang, who fought several people alone, was stabbed in the shoulder for the first time and was injured.

Everyone present was stunned, and soon, someone shouted: "Master Song Shaozhuang!"

"Master Song Shaozhuang!"

"Master Song Shaozhuang!"

The waves of shouts were deafening, and different from the joyful expressions of the martial arts factions in the Central Plains, Jing Zhengyang showed anger for the first time today. He stretched out his hands to cover his shoulders, and his palms were full of blood.The blood stabbed his eyes red.

"Song Qing!" He roared in a low voice: "If you are willing to put down the heartless sword at this moment and go back with me to meet the emperor, then I will forgive you today. Body', then I can't be blamed."

The white-haired beauty with cold eyes just raised the corners of her mouth, "Jing Zhengyang, that day you suppressed Tianmen and destroyed my Heartless Villa, and your master Jinglei died at the hands of He Lanyu, which is considered an advantage to him. Today, I will be heartless for me." Three hundred people in the villa died to seek justice."

After speaking, he swung his sword forward.Jing Zhengyang's expression turned serious, and he immediately went up to meet him.

As soon as the Luofeng sword collided with the Rueling sword, Ling Li's sword energy immediately cracked the table under his feet.The next battle is completely the top swordsmanship showdown in the world today.

Jing Zhengyang's Luofeng swordsmanship is domineering and fierce, while Song Qing's unfeeling swordsmanship follows the path of dexterity and lightness. In the blink of an eye, the two of them have gone through hundreds of moves and fought from the stage to the audience. Wherever it went, everything was wounded by the sword energy and fell apart.

The people from all corners of the country who were present dispersed one after another, and the ring was also wiped out in the duel between the two.

The two figures of red and green intertwined and separated in the air, and a silver light suddenly appeared.Just when everyone could hardly see the situation clearly, suddenly, the cyan figure fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings in the air.

"Sect master!" The hall masters of Zhentianmen shouted in unison.

Jing Zhengyang fell to the ground, spitting out blood, and his body was covered with sword wounds.The sword wound was very tricky, it hit the vital point, but it didn't kill him immediately, as if...

It's like killing him with a sword.

The figure in red fell slowly. Unlike Jing Zhengyang, although Song Qing was dressed in red, everyone looked closely and found that he didn't have any wounds on his body.

At this time, many people immediately understood that what they thought was a powerful scene just now, turned out to be Song Qing's deliberate ruthlessness, and he wanted to cut Jing Zhengyang with a sword.

The strengths of the two——there is such a disparity!

After a while, people from all over the world at the foot of Tianxiang Mountain looked at the beauty in white in the field, their eyes were full of astonishment.

The unfeeling swordsmanship really lives up to its reputation, this is the real number one sword in the world!

"Jing Zhengyang, let me ask you a question, were you there on the day when my family was destroyed in the Unfeeling Villa?" Song Qing's eyes were as cold as ice, and his sword was pointed at Jing Zhengyang's forehead.

Jing Zhengyang coughed heavily, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.He was at the end of his strength, and at this moment he just laughed lowly, "Tell me the truth, the idea of ​​destroying your villa that day was my suggestion to the master. Your father robbed the second prince privately, and even intended to support him to oppose the current emperor. This is a capital crime, and it should be shot to death—"

He didn't say the last word "Lun", his eyes widened, and Song Qing's Shura-like face was reflected in the opened pupils.

The heartless sword pierced straight into Jing Zhengyang's throat.

The sword is closed, and the blood rises.

Jing Zhengyang, the frightening master of Zhentianmen, just fell straight down...

The scene suddenly fell into silence. After a while, someone applauded and shouted: "Good! Master Song Shaozhuang's swordsmanship is invincible in the world!"

"The Unfeeling Sword really lives up to its reputation!"

"The number one sword in the world is none other than Master Song Shaozhuang!"

Blood dripped to the ground along the tip of the Heartless Sword.The sword-wielding Shura in red raised his eyes, and his gaze wandered over the ten Tiantian Sect Hall Masters in front of him.

"Okay, tell me, on the day of the massacre, who of you... will be there?"

Those ten men swallowed their saliva when they looked at me and you.Afterwards, one of them took a deep breath, and said: "To destroy your Jueqing Villa, I will have a share in Tianmen. Song Qing, I am not afraid of you. Brothers, the master of Jingmen was defeated by several people just now. Now that ten of us are working together, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat one—"

Before they finished speaking, the other nine looked stunned.Because, the sword in Song Qing's hand has already passed through the heart of the speaker.

"No..." There was already a hall master trembling, "Forgive me, forgive me... I didn't mean to kill—"

The sword sliced ​​across his throat, and he had no chance to finish his words.

Song Qing withdrew her sword, raised the end of her eyes slightly, and her whole body was filled with a strong killing intent. "Two, it's your turn."

The remaining eight people didn't have time to react, the sword that just killed Jing Zhengyang and the two sect masters had already come before them.

With a flash of silver light, they didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy, blood spattered all over the place.

Everyone present was completely speechless.They watched with their own eyes, Jing Zhengyang, who defeated all the masters of the Jianghu and even the heads of the eight major sects under the sword today, including the ten masters of the Zhentianmen who made countless people in the Jianghu terrified, was just... easily killed.

The depth of Song Qing's skill is completely beyond everyone's expectations.

Shi Yinghua, who was supported by his disciples, clasped his fists and said, "Master Song Shaozhuang, we bid farewell last year, and see you again now. Your martial arts are really improving by leaps and bounds!"

Master Shi Kong also stepped forward and said, "Goodness, I am deeply saddened by the matter of Unfeeling Villa. Master Song Shaozhuang, you are safe. I think Master Song has a spirit in heaven, so I should feel deeply comforted."

"Master Song Shaozhuang," the voiceless teacher looked at his white hair and asked in puzzlement: "When we met the year before last, you clearly...why are you like this now?"

They said one sentence after another, and Song Qing just held his sword and said: "Seniors, I thank you for your concern for this junior. However, the younger generation has not avenged the big revenge right now, and we will talk about the old days with you after the younger generation kills the enemy with his own hands."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and scanned the group of Tsing Yi disciples in front of him with a pair of cold eyes.

Seeing that the sect master and the ten hall masters were all killed by the red-clothed and white-haired Shura, these disciples of Tiantian Sect were frightened instantly. They all turned pale and said, "Help, help!"

I don't know who shouted first, the disciples in Tsing Yi just wanted to run back, but Song Qing's sword was faster than them.

In the blink of an eye, the unfeeling sword sliced ​​across the throats of these people, and blood was everywhere.

Song Qing's sword ruthlessly claimed one life after another, but before his eyes, he could vaguely see the faces he had seen every day since he was a child on the day when Jueqing Villa was destroyed.

Mrs. Li, Ah Huang, Uncle Wang, Xiao Tao...

When the last disciple in Tsing Yi was also killed by his sword, Song Qing's lips parted slightly, and she just said in a low voice: "You...can you forgive me?"

More than 300 lives in the Unfeeling Villa, today, he used the entire Tiantian Gate to pay back.

Among the piles of corpses, he raised his head and closed his eyes.Before he knew it, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

You may rest in peace...