The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

No matter where you are, there are always two different sets of standards for treating different things.

Liao Fan's expression changed slightly. If he had known the identity of Ji Chuan's Jin Yiwei, he would have saved Qin Qing just now and would not have hurt Ji Chuan at all.

Shaolin has always been domineering and unscrupulous, and it is common for him to kill one or two warriors.

No one dared to go to Shaolin to seek justice. Unexpectedly, he was unlucky today and beat someone from the court.

This matter is big or small.

Liao Fan said in a deep voice: "The poor monk didn't know that this person turned out to be Jin Yiwei Ji Baihu. It was really a misunderstanding."

Liao Fan was ready for a battle with Yang Ting. Unexpectedly, Yang Ting suddenly laughed and said: "So, it's not long since Ji Baihu took office, so it's normal that Master Liao Fan doesn't know him. Since it's a misunderstanding, let's forget it." ”

Liao Fan was startled and glanced at Yang Ting in great surprise. He didn't understand why his face changed so quickly.

Liao Fan also climbed down along the pole, said a Buddhist saying, and said with a smile: "Haha, Yang Zhen's governor is generous, and the poor monk left first.

However, Master Qin's nephew was seriously injured, but the poor monk wanted to take him back. After all, they both belonged to the Buddhist sect. "

"Please!" Yang Ting raised his hand and said with a smile without stopping.

Liao Fan glanced at Ji Chuan, who was cold and speechless, and frowned slightly. It was indeed a pity not to kill him.

Ji Chuan stood aside without saying a word. Ever since Yang Ting appeared, the dominant position on the court was no longer with him, but with Yang Ting.

Fortunately, Yang Ting did not disappoint Ji Chuan and let Shaolin leave in disgrace.

He had the same idea as Liao Fan, but unfortunately he failed to kill Qin Qing, which would lead to endless troubles.

In the end, Yang Ting was afraid and didn't want to conflict with Shaolin, so he gave Fan a step down.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, for the rescue, otherwise I would have been in danger today." Ji Chuan took a step forward, cupped his fists and saluted.

Yang Ting nodded and said, "It's no big deal. I, the Jin Yiwei, don't need to be afraid of anyone."

Regarding this matter, Yang Ting had no intention of blaming Ji Chuan. The only dissatisfaction was that Qin Qing was not killed.

What about the Emei disciples?

Can't kill?

Thinking of this, Yang Ting said in a deep voice: "If someone dares to kill you in the future, it doesn't matter who it is, just kill him.

I, the Jin Yiwei, have always been the one to kill people. How could it be someone else's turn to kill me, the Jin Yiwei?

If it weren't for the fact that the court was at a critical juncture during this period, how could I have allowed Fan Na Bald Donkey to leave so easily, huh! "

Ji Chuan nodded in understanding, the more he felt that there was something fishy between the imperial court and Shaolin, and it might have something to do with the Taoist sect.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

While Yang Ting was talking to Ji Chuan, the sky dozens of miles away from Ningzhou was suddenly filled with blood mist, like a divine punishment from the sky, and thunder struck down fiercely.

Even in Ningzhou City, which is so far away, one can vaguely smell the smell of blood.

Pieces of blood mist kept gathering together, as if they were pregnant with something terrible.

Yang Ting frowned and looked at the blood mist in the distance, and murmured: "That's the Divine Sword Villa, something happened."

Then, without any hesitation, Yang Ting solemnly said: "Jichuan, come with me quickly and tell your men not to come."

During this period, he had long noticed the strangeness of Shenjian Villa, so he kept watching, but Mei Xun seemed to have disappeared without any clues.

Sure enough, Shenjian Villa is making big moves. Looking at this situation, the situation is very serious.

Ji Chuan's face changed slightly as he looked at the gathering blood mist. He waved his hand to let Ye Qingming and Mu Jue stay and follow Yang Ting closely.

At the same time, Liao Fan, who had not yet left the city, also saw such a scene. He turned around and said solemnly to Wu Zhen: "You put Master Nephew Qin in place, and I'll go take a look. This matter is not trivial, so don't follow him."

After saying that, without waiting for Wu Zhen's reply, he rushed towards the Divine Sword Villa, fearing that he would be one step behind others.

"boom……"

A streak of bloody thunder fell, like a falling meteorite, and struck the Shenjian Villa hard, causing the ground to shake.

This scene was not only seen by Yang Ting and Liao Fan. As long as they were not blind, there was probably no one in Ningzhou who did not know this scene.

Some people are afraid, some are excited, some are curious...

To name a few!

No matter what, these people gathered their skills and rushed towards Shenjian Villa.

The other four major sword sects closest to Shenjian Villa are even more sympathetic to this scene.

The disciples of the four major sword sects felt as if they were in a blood prison, and the rich smell of blood was nauseating.

Bloody thunder hung in the sky, and the roar of thunder was heart-stopping.

The leader of the Qingyang Sword Sect, Song Yuping, looked extremely ugly. They were the closest to the Divine Sword Villa, and the sect's plaques were all bombarded into pieces by the bloody thunder.

"Brother Song, what's going on?" The person who came was Zheng Baiyu, the head of Yijian Sect, who asked with a worried look on his face.

Before Song Yuping could say anything, the leaders of the Liuhe Sword Sect and the Hidden Sword Pavilion came here one after another, all with worried faces.

Unlike people outside who don't understand the real situation, they truly feel the horror, even if they, masters of the Yuan Shen Realm, feel a twinge of heart palpitations.

"Let's go and take a look. I want to see what Mei Xun is doing?"

Song Yuping said angrily as he was filled with resentment as the sect's plaque was blown to pieces.

Although the other three heads of the other three factions felt something was wrong with Song Yuping's proposal, they thought for a moment and decided to go to the Divine Sword Villa to have a look.

They were also curious, but they just restrained it. Now that Master Song suggested it, they agreed.

…

No matter how curious and suspicious the outside world is, Shenjian Villa is among them and is in a blood prison.

At this time, the huge Excalibur Villa was covered in blood, and everything seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored gauze, making it look particularly strange and bloody.

Except for the color of blood, the Divine Sword Villa was completely silent. In this hot summer, even the chirping of cicadas had disappeared.

Song Yuping and others were the closest, followed by elders from various sects, sneaking into the Divine Sword Villa.

Who would have expected such a scene? I originally thought that a conflict would break out, so I brought the sect elders with me to prevent others from suffering a loss.

"Something happened at Shenjian Villa. It's impossible that there's no one left and it's completely silent." Weng Zhaoyin, the leader of the Liuhe Sword Sect, said with a sullen face.

Needless to say, Weng Zhao said that with such a hell-like scene, the other people had no idea what taboos the Shenjian Villa might have touched.

This resulted in the entire villa becoming lifeless, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net It was dead silent, like a ghost.

"what to do?"

Even though several of them were the masters of the same sect, they were still a little confused when faced with this situation. When they looked at each other, they could see the solemnity in the other's eyes.

"Let's go!" Song Yuping shouted, walking in front, towards the interior of Shenjian Villa.

Now that he is here, there is no reason to go back. He also wants to see what Mei Xun is doing, causing anger from heaven and earth.

Song Yuping always felt that there was a big terror waiting for them inside the Excalibur Villa.

Such movement is more like temptation!

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