The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

"Master... respect?"

Xiao Jing tilted his head slightly, showing a very confused expression, the dust whisk in his hand was buzzing, and he was continuously swallowing and spitting out spiritual energy.

His clothes were rattled, and his bright face was also faintly visible at this moment.It was impossible to see clearly what the expression on Xiao Jing's face was.

"I don't have a master," Xiaojing shook his head slowly, and said firmly, "I won't go with you either!"

"That's up to you! You must go back with me today!"

Lin Mobai's eyes darkened, he gently pushed Lin Jinghong into the arms of his disciples, and scolded everyone to protect him.

Then he flew to break the wind gust around Xiaojing, and forcibly brought him back to Linjian Villa.

Seeing this, Luo Suxuan snapped, "How dare you touch him!"

And then rushed forward.

The two refused to give in to each other, and when the two swords met, there was a loud clang, and immediately the sword light burst out, and the spiritual energy overflowed.

The extremely prosperous spiritual power pushed everyone present several steps away. Lin Jinghong was protected by the disciples, raised his sleeves to block the wind, and said loudly: "Xiaojing, follow me back to Lin's house! Xiaojing!"

Shen Qingyuan was already seriously injured, but now he was just holding on, pushed forward by the overflowing spiritual power for a few steps, and said to the disciples on the left and right: "Sword Formation! No matter what, Luo Suxuan must be blocked, and the boy Bring back the Promise Dao Sect!"

"Yes!"

With an order, hundreds of Taoist disciples flew forward, threw the long swords in their hands in the air, formed seals with both hands, and quickly laid down the sword formation, covering Luo Suxuan.

The airflow from the fierce sword qi made a crackling sound.

Taking advantage of Luo Suxuan being trapped by the sword array, Shen Qingyuan and Lin Mobai approached Xiaojing almost at the same time.

The two each grabbed Xiaojing's wrist and pulled it in different directions.

Lin Mobai said in a deep voice: "Follow me back to Linjian Villa!"

Shen Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Follow me back to the Wuji Taoist Sect! I'll take you back to the mountain to see Master!"

The two refused to give in to each other, and neither of them was willing to let go first, as if treating Xiaojing as a beautiful object, pulling wantonly, regardless of Xiaojing's injuries.

Under such a pull, the wound that had healed with great difficulty burst and bled again, and the blood that spread out flowed down the sleeve to the back of Xiaojing's hand, and then dripped to the ground along the cracks between his fingers.

The two were startled by this scene, their pupils shrank suddenly, and they said at almost the same time: "Let him go!"

There was no pain on Xiaojing's face, and he didn't seem to feel any pain.

He said to Lin Mobai expressionlessly: "Take me back to Linjian Villa, and then turn my bones into ashes, right?"

Lin Mobai was almost speechless, and said a little angrily, "Nonsense! How could my brother treat you like this?"

Xiaojing ignored him, turned his head around again, looked at Shen Qingyuan expressionlessly, his tone sounded calm, and he said: "You take me back to the Wuji Dao Sect, and then, in front of your master, do it again. Stab me with a sword, eh?"

Shen Qingyuan's reaction was greater than Lin Mobai's, his complexion turned livid immediately, his teeth clenched, and he said every word: "No, listen to me, things are not what you think! I'll take you back to see you Master!"

"Go away!"

Xiaojing refused, and suddenly, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he threw away his arms suddenly, and pushed the two of them several feet away with fierce force.

His whole body was shrouded in a more intense stellar energy, trembling all over his body, clenched the fly whisk in his hand, pointed to everyone in front of him and said: "I will not go with you, even if I die, I will not go with you." I will go with you!"

In fact, Xiaojing doesn't know much about Taoism, nor does he know how to use spiritual power. He only knows that his body is about to be overwhelmed by spiritual power, and he must release this inexplicable power.

But he didn't want to hurt innocent people, so he could only push everyone away, and then staggered forward with his fly whisk.

Every time you take a step forward, you leave a trail of bloody footprints behind you.

Seeing this, Lin Jinghong immediately jumped up anxiously, and said loudly, "What are you standing there for? Chase, chase! No matter what method you use, stop him! Even if you tie him up, tie him back!"

In order to stop Xiaojing, he began to speak in a panic.

After hearing this, the disciples hurriedly took out the spirit binding rope, swished it, and put it on Xiaojing's body.

But he didn't even touch his sleeves, and was thrown away by the spiritual mask.

Not only that, but Xiaojing turned his head around, flicked the dust whisk with his backhand, and the extremely strong spiritual power slashed across, lifting the ground under his feet.

Immediately, smoke and dust rose everywhere, trees fell, screams came and went, and people were confused.

Xiaojing was panting heavily, all the muscles and veins in his body were exposed exaggeratedly and ferociously, and every word was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Go away! Don't bother me again!"

"Xiao Jing!"

Luo Suxuan finally broke through the sword array and rushed out, those Taoist disciples were backlashed and flew out one after another, vomiting blood continuously.

He was also slightly injured, and the corners of his lips were stained with blood. He didn't care about anything else, so he flew up and pulled Xiao Jing's hand from behind as if.

"Xiaojing, come back with me..."

puff-

The sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh rang in my ears.

Luo Suxuan's pupils trembled violently, and the familiar pain of being pierced through the heart with a sharp knife surged up again.

Countless pictures flashed in my mind like lightning and lightning.

In the picture, there is a young man in a white Taoist robe, who is also like this, turning around and stabbing his chest with a sword.A sword smashed his heart.

The only difference is that what Xiaojing in front of him is holding is just a whisk.

Luo Suxuan raised his hand to grab the whisk that penetrated his chest, and blood gushed out.

It turns out that being pierced through the chest by a sharp knife hurts so much.

It turned out that not long ago, Xiaojing suffered from pain like this.

He and Xiaojing finally suffered the same injuries and suffered the same hardships.

"Xiao Jing, it's not your fault, you've lost your sanity now."

Luo Suxuan exhaled bloody breath slowly, looked at Xiaojing's face with sorrow, and said in a low voice: "Xiaojing, come with me, okay?"

Xiaojing remained expressionless from beginning to end, as if he couldn't understand what Luo Suxuan was saying.

He just watched Fuchen penetrate Luo Suxuan's chest coldly, and saw Luo Suxuan's clothes were stained red with blood with his own eyes, without any emotional ups and downs on his face.

Even disregarding Luo Suxuan's life, he pulled the whisk out mercilessly.

Instantly hot blood splashed, spraying Xiaojing all over his head and face.

Seeing this, Lin Jinghong shook his head in disbelief: "No, no, how did Xiaojing become like this?"

"He has a mortal body and cannot manipulate the magic weapon of the Taoist sect. Take the dust whisk from his hand quickly, otherwise the dust whisk will absorb the energy and blood from his body in order to protect the Lord!"

Lin Mobai saw the crux of the problem, and hurriedly said: "Quick, stop him! Otherwise, once Xiaojing's body can't bear the backlash of spiritual power, he will explode and die in an instant!"

As if to test Lin Mobai's conjecture, the blood vessels and tendons all over Xiaojing's body burst out more and more strangely and ferociously.

The muscles on the cheeks are floating, like old light blue roots, scattered and entangled, looking very frightening.

Luo Suxuan knew in his heart that if he didn't stop Xiaojing, it might be too late.

Immediately ignoring his injury, he raised his hand to grab Fuchen.

But Xiaojing didn't want to, so he turned sideways and didn't say anything, and swept the back of Luo Suxuan's hand with a whisk, cutting several bloody mouths.

Xiao Jing said coldly: "Get out!"

"Xiao Jing!"

Luo Suxuan didn't want to hurt him anymore, didn't use the blade of his sword, didn't even dare to use spiritual power, and raised his hand to snatch Xiaojing's whisk.

Then he was whipped through his arm again.

Xiaojing also said coldly again: "Get lost!"

"Xiaojing! It's my fault, I shouldn't say that about you, I care about you, Xiaojing!"

"roll!"

"Xiaojing, I really care about you, I didn't treat you like a furnace!"

"roll!"

"Xiao Jing, put down the duster first, okay? Don't let the duster hurt yourself!"

"roll!"

"Xiaojing, let me protect you, okay?"

"roll!"

……

Even though Luo Suxuan said all the good things, Xiaojing only said the word "scroll" to him from the beginning to the end.

And mercilessly fend him off with a whisk.

The blood stained Luo Suxuan's entire arm red, dripping down his fingers to the ground.

Luo Suxuan's face was as pale as paper, and he still refused to give up and said: "Xiaojing, what do I have to do before you forgive me?"

Xiaojing: "Get out!"

"Xiaojing is crazy, Xiaojing is crazy! Brother, what should we do now? If this continues, Xiaojing will die!"

Lin Jinghong broke free from those disciples, dragged a broken arm, and staggered forward, looking at Xiaojing who kept attacking and hurting people in front of him.

There is no doubt that if she leans over now, Xiaojing will hurt him mercilessly.

It must be much more ruthless than hurting Luo Suxuan.

This is definitely not the second brother! ! !

If it was really the second brother, he would never have hurt the eldest brother and Senior Brother Shen!

The second elder brother would never go out of his way to hurt so many disciples of the Taoist sect!

The second elder brother is kind by nature, sympathetic to all living beings, and has always been gentle and amiable. He always treats teachers with respect and respect, and has never neglected him.

When dealing with young disciples, he always teaches them carefully and never criticizes them harshly.

Lin Jinghong looked around, so many injured Taoist disciples, watching them wailing in pain on the ground.

Some of their arms were broken, some were holding their legs and struggling hard, and some were vomiting blood and fell into a coma...

These things are definitely not something that the second brother can do!

Lin Jinghong even began to wonder if the second elder brother's Fuchen had identified the wrong person.

In other words, Xiao Jing is not the real second brother.

"That's not the case, my second brother wouldn't do such a thing. My second brother wouldn't do this!"

Lin Jinghong shook his head in disbelief, suddenly rushed forward a few steps, raised his sword and stabbed Luo Suxuan, and cursed: "It must be you! You must have used some kind of evil technique from it, you must have killed me!" Xiaojing!"

Luo Suxuan was polite to Xiao Jing, but it didn't mean that he was polite to Lin Jinghong.

Immediately, his eyes turned fierce, and he swung his sword backhand.

Lin Jinghong's spiritual power was sealed, and he only had one arm, so he was no match for Luo Suxuan.

With a numb wrist, the long sword came out of his hand, and with a clang, it was nailed to the big tree beside him.

Luo Suxuan sneered and said, "You're looking for your own death!"

Then a sword pierced Lin Jinghong's throat, making a gesture to stab him through his throat.

Lin Jinghong broke out in a layer of cold sweat, he thought, if Xiao Jing was really the second brother, then he would never watch Luo Suxuan kill him.

He would never watch others kill him!

If Xiao Jing is really the second brother, then he will definitely save him!

Seeing this, Lin Mobai stretched out his hand and shouted heart-piercingly: "Jinghong!"

Even Shen Qingyuan opened his eyes wide, looking in horror at Lin Jinghong who was about to be pierced through the throat with a sword.

But at the moment when the sword tip was about to stab Lin Jinghong's throat, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound from behind.

A long sword with radiant light came swiftly from afar.

With a bang, he stood in front of Lin Jinghong.

The two swords collided, and the sword light overflowed.

Luo Suxuan was shocked, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar long sword in front of him, a name popped up in his mind.

Before he could say anything, Shen Qingyuan on the side seemed to be reborn, and said pleasantly: "It's Master's sword! Master is here!"

The sound of master was like a reminder, Luo Suxuan's whole heart suddenly hung up, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The coercion that came from the depths of his soul made his breathing difficult.

After being injured by the sword qi, Luo Suxuan stepped back a few steps, and more blood dripped down the blade.

But in just a moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He knew very clearly that if he didn't leave, it might be too late! !

Immediately, he went to grab Xiaojing's wrist again, Luo Suxuan gritted his teeth and said: "Follow me! Quick! If you don't leave, there will be no hurry!"

But Xiaojing once again shook his hand away fiercely and mercilessly.

And once again, he said the word "scroll" to him ruthlessly.

"what!!!"

All the bones in Luo Suxuan's body seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, and they might be turned into powder at any moment.

He was in unbearable pain, he clenched his teeth tightly, and a strong evil spirit gushed out from the wound, which soon enveloped his whole body.

"This is... Could it be that Luo Suxuan is not only an evil way, but also a member of the demon clan?"

Lin Mobai frowned, and the long sword in his hand was buzzing.

"Xiao Jing, wait for me, you must wait for me! I will come back to find you! Ah!!!!!! Xiao Jing!"

After saying this, Luo Suxuan's whole body was swallowed by the evil spirit, but disappeared in the same place in an instant.

Xiaojing watched Luo Suxuan disappear expressionlessly, and then slowly raised the whisk.

But this time, the person his fly whisk was aiming at was Lin Jinghong who was standing not far in front of him - Lin Jinghong who was guarded by a shining long sword.

"do not want!"

Lin Mobai turned pale with shock, hurriedly stepped forward to stop, and sternly reprimanded: "Don't hurt Jinghong!"

Shen Qingyuan also said in the same voice: "Stop! Don't hurt Jinghong!"

Moreover, the two of them threw out the fate sword at hand at the same time, and rushed straight to Xiaojing.

But in fact, Xiaojing's own spiritual power has almost dissipated, and he can't compete with the shining long sword at all.

In this way, it only forced the long sword to collide with the fly whisk, completely releasing the remaining spiritual power.

And if this is the case, Xiaojing will inevitably suffer serious backlash and be injured by the energy generated by the two magic weapons.

But Lin Mobai and Shen Qingyuan's first reaction was not to allow Xiaojing to hurt Lin Jinghong.

Subconsciously, he thought it was Xiaojing's fault.

He never thought about it, under the protection of Yue Wuchen's sword of life, instead of hurting Lin Jinghong, Xiao Jing would be seriously injured by him!

Even fueling the flames, three swords were fired at once, and Xiang Xiaojing was killed.

Such a motivator.

And so terrified.

Just to prevent Lin Jinghong from being hurt any more.

And pointing the sword point at it, an ordinary person who has no golden core, no cultivation base, even unconsciousness, is controlled by Fuchen, loses his sanity, but only wants to protect himself.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

It is often only at such times that people's first reaction is the most authentic.

They kept saying that they wanted to take Xiaojing out of here, but they all chose Lin Jinghong.

Just when Xiao Jing was about to be injured by the sword energy, the long sword that was originally protecting Lin Jinghong suddenly spun around in mid-air and directly protected Xiao Jing in front of him.

With a clang sound, the sword energy spilled out, and the two of them were scattered away at once, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Jinghong!"

Lin Mobai rushed towards Lin Jinghong subconsciously, and pulled him into his arms, but watched Xiaojing also fly backwards.

The whole person seemed to have lost all strength, it was as soft as noodles, and it spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

The boy's long hair fluttered in mid-air, and countless blood spots filled the air.

I can no longer hold anything in my hand.

Xiaojing let go of his hand, and the dust whisk fell to the ground with a snap.

He felt himself so light, as if he was flying in mid-air.

The body fell out of his control.

This time, he will die.

Must die.

The huge impact will definitely smash the entire back into a pool of mud.

His lute bone will be smashed into pieces in an instant, and his internal organs will be displaced in an instant.

There should be no pain.

Xiaojing felt that he shouldn't feel any pain, and he would definitely be thrown to death on the spot.

However, he was very unwilling.

Because he hasn't found A Niang yet.

He really wanted to see if Auntie was doing well now, and if anyone bullied her anymore.

If possible, Xiao Jing would like to tell A Niang that he will not be a burden to anyone, and he will work harder than anyone else to live.

But just living is very difficult, very difficult.

Just when Xiaojing felt that he was about to fall into a pile of mud soon.

Someone caught him from behind.

The familiar yet unfamiliar smell of Jiangzhen enveloped him instantly.

Xiao Jing raised his head with difficulty, and what caught his eyes was a completely unfamiliar face.

Even if he couldn't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, he still knew that the next life was very beautiful, even more beautiful than Luo Suxuan.

In Xiaojing's mind, a sentence popped up in an instant, as bright as the bright moon, as cold as frost.

There was a bright red vertical mark between the eyebrows, as bright as blood.

The visitor was wearing a black Taoist robe, and he was not very old, but his head was full of white hair, and two brocade belts hung down from the jade crown.

As the wind floated on Xiaojing's face, he felt a little itchy, and subconsciously raised his hand and gently tugged it.

Then he buried his face in the opponent's chest with peace of mind.

Xiaojing closed his eyes, his voice trembled uncontrollably, choked up, and whispered in pain and aggrieved: "Master, this disciple really hurts..."