Chapter 6 The Fisherman Reaps Profit

Feng Xuling suddenly felt very unknown. The sneak attacker chose to take action at the moment when his momentum was completely retreating, and he had already mastered the perfect time and place. This also shows that the other party's eyesight was so high that he almost had the idea that the sneak attacker and Ding Shenzhao were the same.

Without warning, a slender black shadow descended from the sky, with an amazing speed. With a wave of her sleeves, the strange and majestic Qi Gang pressed Feng Xuling head-on like a big stone, locking him tightly, as if he was in a nightmare with a clear mind but unable to move

Originally, with the ability of the Sword Saint, even if he was injured after the battle with Ding Shenzhao, no matter how skilled the person comes, Feng Xuling at least has the power to fight back. Even if he is not good at it, he can use the gentleman's sword technique to avoid his attack first.

It was at this moment that he was at the critical point of his weakness of exerting his old power and his new power had not yet grown. His cultivation level was less than 40%. If he wanted to kill him, there was no better opportunity than this moment.

This also shows that the enemy's cultivation is so skillful that he can choose the best opportunity to attack.

The strange energy that locked the meridians was like a maggot attached to the bone. Feng Xuling could not drive it out immediately even if he forced himself to do everything. This nightmare-like evil energy was unparalleled in the world. Without any part of the coin, he immediately recognized the true identity of the sneak attacker.

Night charming!

The person who took the lead in revealing the identity of the sneak attacker was Ding Shenzhao. Even if he turned into ashes, he would not forget the figure of the snake and scorpion woman, which made him almost have no room to turn over and turned into a murder tool for the walking corpse. He almost killed one of the two most important people in the world with his own hands, all of which was because of her

Demon Spirit Night Mei Xie Xie!

Feng Xuling could no longer maintain his integrity at this time, so he shouted wildly and picked up with a backhand sword.

Ye Meixie chuckled, swung his sleeves, easily swung the counterattack at the end of his strength, and then exposed a slender and white leg from the hem of his skirt. The point of his toes was as fast as a spark in Feng Xuling's chest.

Feng Xuling shook violently, blood oozing out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth

stop!

Ding Shenzhao ignored his injuries and was still in danger. He showed his sword and came with all his strength to rescue him. He would not allow anyone to destroy this fair duel, and Feng Xuling should not have died in such a despicable plot.

If you want me to stop, Xiao Ding, you are not qualified yet!

Starry eyes flow, soft and delicate, Ye Meixie's smile on his face is still so beautiful, exuding endless evil charm, and with the friendly and familiar call, it can almost transform Bailian into soft fingers.

Unfortunately, such an emotional offensive has no effect on Ding Shenzhao now. Ye Meixie has been ranked first in his heart for a long time. For this woman who once deceived his feelings, no matter what obstacles Ding Shenzhao's determination to kill her

The murderous aura was biting cold. Ye Meixie felt Ding Shenzhao's determination to kill with his actions. His beautiful eyes flashed and he smiled: Good little Ding! Are you so cruel?

With a wave of his right hand, the dense energy of the ghosts swept around, and it was still a pervasive soul-aberding bone-killing force, making Ding Shenzhao's unparalleled sword energy like a slumber, and the terrifying aura could greatly reduce the opponent's fighting spirit.

Using the Wall of Hundred Ghosts to Slowly Rescue, Ye Meixie laughed a long time, turned around and slashed Feng Xuling's chest several times. When he reached the sixth palm, he broke the opponent's protective energy, and a sound of bone cracks and trembling. The latter spewed out a large surge of blood, flew back several feet away, and fell down dejectedly

A generation of Sword Sect is so angry!

Damn it! Ye Meixie, you despicable woman!

Witnessing Feng Xuling's death, new and old hatreds surged into his heart. Ding Shen looked like he was crazy and killed Ye Meixie, and swallowed the other party like a sword covering the sky.

But in the gradually gathering sword shadows, Ye Meixie's hateful voice still came

Xiao Ding, why did you act so seriously on me? Do you not miss the old love between us at all?

Stop it! I wish I could tear you into pieces!

Ding Shenzhao's offensive was fierce, but even when he was in full swing, it was not easy to deal with Ye Meixie, let alone being injured now.

call!

I saw that in the blade edge of the secret energy to replenish the fly, Ye Meixie's soft and boneless body actually broke out like a magic trick, and was unharmed in the unobstructed net of heaven and earth. He first rose several feet, then swung a dozen feet in the sky like a swing, and came to the terrified disciples in front of the sword tower, and said with a smile:

Xiao Ding, although you are so ruthless to me, I still like you. The evidence is what belongs to you. I will take it back for you now.

Ding Shenzhao was not good, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop Ye Meixie's next move, but how could the far water save the near fire?

Ye Meixie rushed into the disciples like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The aura of the hundred ghosts rushed towards everyone like countless unjust souls, and then there were a series of wailing deaths.

Blood and shouts polluted the sky, and the lives were strangled in Ye Meixie's every move. The ended, and the shrill shouts broke the string in despair. The gap between their cultivation and the demon spirit was too far, and there was no room for resistance!

stop!

Thunder roared, rescue finally came. Although these people are enemies, not friends, Ding Shenzhao could not watch Ye Meixie kill so much. Even if his internal injuries have not recovered and his weapon has been lost, he still wants to understand with this hateful woman.

Ye Meixie's eyes were full of waves, his slender waist was swaying, and he smiled and said: Everyone said he wanted to help you, why don't you understand?

With a slap of his jade palm, he pushed the disciple with a backpack in the direction of Ding Shenzhao. The latter was hesitant about what to do, but the disciple had already burst into plasma powder in front of him!

It turned out that Ye Meixie had already injected the potential energy of Baigui Ye Xinggong into his push just now, turning him into a human-shaped bomb!

Another innocent creature disappeared in front of him. Even though these people had nothing to do with Ding Shenzhao, Ye Meixie's methods were too vicious. Even the tear-eyed evil star who had killed countless people could not stand it. He took over the miraculously unharmed backpack in the explosion. With a clear roar, the shark skin shook, and a dazzling light rushed towards the four directions. The long-clogged grass and rings finally appeared again!

Since falling into the hands of others, a pair of swords that have always been as bleak as their frugal appearance, has now shined in Ding Shenzhao's hands that are comparable to peerless divine weapons. It can be seen that the latter is indeed the God of the Grass Sword and the Ring Sword. There is no doubt that

He held the long-lost ancestral magic weapon, a wonderful warm current, quickly escaped from the thigh of the sword hilt, and quickly passed through the wrist meridians throughout the body. For a moment, the injury seemed to be healed without medicine. With a weed in my hand, Ding Shenzhao had the confidence to be able to cut down anyone!

A angrily shouted, the bright and brilliant eyes, the cold sword that made people snatched by them was already dancing in the air

With the help of the ancestors in the Grass-Tie Ring, Ding Shenzhao's skills at this moment were even better than before he fought against Feng Xuling. He had absolutely confidence in this move that Ye Mei's evil blood splashed five steps!

Ye Meixie didn't even blink and chuckled: Xiao Ding, is this your way to repay me?

Dance in circles with both palms, the aura of the ghosts was like water overflowing, liberated from the space, and the ghost rushed towards the remaining disciples who had not died, pushing them into the cold and sharp rays of the stern and sharp lights. The clear halo illuminated the horrified faces

Ding Shenzhao sighed inwardly, and the swords and shadows in the sky suddenly scattered invisible. He was really cruel to kill these innocent disciples who were no longer enemies of him.

Xiao Ding, your weakness is that your heart is too soft

Ye Meixie's tone of laughter and sighing was still stuck in the void like honey, but the colorful figure of Pīngting had already been covered by the crowd and escaped without a trace. Ding Shenzhao knew that he could not catch up with it, but he had a lot of questions. He could not bear to accidentally hurt innocent people and forced his moves. The gap exposed at that moment was enough. The demon spirit severely injured him or even killed him. Why did the latter choose to retreat without fighting?

We have long since broken up our gratitude and should not have any action to hold back on the battlefield... Could it be that as she said, she really can't forget her old love...?

Ding Shenzhao shook his head and forced himself to think about it again, but his thoughts were still in a daze until a cry called him back to reality.

Poster!

Heart-wrenching cry echoed in front of the hall. For those surviving disciples, they had to face a tragic situation that was even more embarrassing than death. They regarded them as the owner of the foundation pillar of the sword tower, the Holy Sword Feng Xuling, who died tragically in front of everyone!

How can they accept this incredible fact?

Ding Shenzhao also felt sad about Feng Xuling's fate, but it was more regretful. He could never really distinguish the latter. Ding Shenzhao took the sword back into his backpack and bowed far away to the direction of the body, praying for the unfulfilled deceased.

Senior Feng, go with peace of mind, I swear that I will kill Ye Meixie with my own hands and avenge you

Turning around and going down the mountain without looking back

The sound of the evening bells dissipated, and the branch of Wugong Academy in Luling, Baima Temple, returned to silence with the last bell

Maitreya stood in front of the stele engraved with the tomb of Master Zen Nian for a long time, motionless, as if it had become a clay Buddha statue

Young friend who has a history of life and death with him, Xiao Zhuge, Jia Ling stood behind him, and the stinging Ge Yi seemed much older in the wind. The two of them looked speechless and had been standing in the sunset for more than three hours

Looking further away, a pair of men and women stood quietly. The middle-aged man had a slightly white hair, a tall and thin nose, a wide forehead, deep eyebrows, and a dark pupil with the wisdom of heaven. It was the wisdom of Zhiru Kong, known as the number one think tank in Baidao!

It is also Jia Ling's teacher

A woman next to her embroidered snow robe, wearing pink lilac gauze, a melon-shaped face that looks like snow and jade, and her eyes are as hazy as night fog. Although it is so beautiful, it gives people a feeling of the desolate feeling of the early death of spring flowers.

Only Zhuyi Chu Lingyue, one of the four shows, has such unforgettable characteristics.

Chu Lingyue stood quietly in the twilight, and the night wind made her hair fly. Her eyes fell on Maitreya and the others. A trace of desolation suddenly flashed through her beautiful eyes, but she didn't know whether it was for the Zen thoughts of death or for the tragic fate that happened to her?

Kong Beihui beside him seemed to sense Chu Lingyue’s thoughts, and said in a voice that only master and disciple could hear clearly:

Lingyue, are you still hating Master?

Chu Lingyue's delicate body trembled, and she lowered her head and whispered with a recognizable whisper: Master is too much, Lingyue has never blamed Master.

Kong Bei shook his head and sighed: You don’t have to pretend to be strong and sacrifice the most precious chastity of a woman, in order to save the life of an irrelevant person. If it weren’t for the compromise of my incompetent master, Ling Yue would never have agreed to such an unfair deal.

The night wind blew the lilac gauze, and Chu Lingyue's delicate body seemed even thinner in the wind. She said in her blank and ethereal voice:

It's all over, Ling Yue doesn't want to mention these past things and doesn't want to mention them more

Kong Beihui sighed in his heart. He knew too well the personality of this beloved disciple. He was a woman who was truly soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Even if there was great pain, he would only silently swallow the tears in his eyes and would never show it.

This is the purple-coat Chu Lingyue, a fragrant lily that still blooms even after being folded by others!

Kong Beihui wanted to tell Chu Lingyue that molested old man who took her virginity and the news of Master Turtle's death, but he was afraid of arousing the latter's sad memories, so he decided to say nothing in the end.

At this time, Jia Ling turned around and walked towards the two of them. Kong Bei cleaned up the expression on his face and said to the eldest disciple who was walking over: A Ling, thank you for your hard work in this mission.

Jia Ling said with sorrow and disappointment on her face: The disciple is incompetent! Not only did he fail to complete the task of eliminating demons, he was so tired that Master Channian sacrificed his life to protect us. The disciple could not resist the death of his disciple. Please punish him heavily!

Kong Bei replied and sighed: Are you asking your master to blame you because of guilt towards Master Zen Nian? Or do you just want to find an excuse to escape?

Jia Ling was shocked when she heard this, her face was covered in blood and she said in a lost voice: Master!

Kong Bei replied and said in a deep voice: The dead are gone, but the living are still struggling to survive in this world. If you are discouraged because of a small setback, how can you be worthy of the sacrifice to protect you, Master Zen Nian's spirit in heaven?

Jia Ling gasped and woke up from a dream: Disciple understand, thank you for your teachings

Kong Beihui's eyes were like the brightest starlight in the sky late at night, and he said in a deep voice: The Tao has long destruction, the road to defending the Tao is so difficult and bumpy, and the fire of the righteous path is as dazzling and fleeting as a meteor. At this time of entanglement, the master cannot bear the depression of any righteous path power! Do you understand?

Jia Ling and Chu Lingyue were shocked when they heard this. Although Kong Bei replied that these words were to enlighten Jia Ling on the surface, they did not mean to give advice to Chu Lingyue?

Even if you are criticized as using any means to practice the light, Zhiru still insists on becoming a Shura. After all, if you want to preserve your strength and deal with the enemy in extraordinary times, you can only use extraordinary means.

Jia Ling had cold sweat flowing down her forehead. Only now did he realize how naive the behavior of self-pity and self-moasterism just now was?

Kong Bei looked back at Jia Ling's expression and turned to judo: You don't have to blame yourself too much. After all, you and Ling Yue are still young. I will inevitably make some mistakes at your age. The question is whether you can remember lessons and get the opportunity to grow in failure. Do you understand?

Jia Ling and Chu Lingyue both showed a convincing expression and said: Disciple understands

At this time, Maitreya finally stopped memorializing in silence, turned around and left the tombstone of Zen Nian to walk towards the three of them, their eyes were still red and swollen, indicating that they had not recovered from the grief of losing the elders of the Master Sect.

Jia Ling is most concerned about Maitreya's feelings at this moment, and hurriedly comforted him: People cannot be resurrected by death, so don't be too sad.

Maitreya still had tears in his eyes, but he tried to endure, saying: Don't worry! The little monk will not be defeated by sadness, otherwise he will not be able to avenge his uncle.

Kong Bei nodded and said: If Master Maitreya has this idea, I believe Master Channian will be relieved to be in heaven.

Maitreya said calmly with a certain tone of consciousness that he was ready to die: Before avenge his uncle, the monk would never return to the "Wugong Academy" until the murderer who killed his uncle was killed, and the monk would leave for a while.

Jia Ling was shocked when she heard this, and knew that Maitreya had made up his mind to chase and kill one of the eight gods who killed Chan Nian for thousands of miles. The Domineering Axe and Mo Fan!

Not to mention that the former's martial arts are better than the latter, it is even more impossible for people in the Demon Sect to fight Maitreya alone by rules. His actions are really no different from sending death!

Of course, Jia Ling couldn't watch Maitreya die like this. He was about to stop him, but he didn't expect Kong Beihui to walk one step ahead:

Since you have such a determination, I can't stop you. I hope you can take care of yourself.

Maitreya nodded and said lightly: Thank you

It seemed that he was afraid that continuing to talk more would affect his determination. After getting Kong Beihui's acquiescence, Maitreya left the scene without looking back and embarked on a path of revenge that he knew he had gone but never returned. Although Jia Ling and Chu Lingyue wanted to stop him, they did not dare to say anything due to the previous attitude of their master.

Seeing Maitreya's small back gradually disappear, Jia Ling looked back at Kong Bei's gaze, so eager to speak but stop

Kong Beihui certainly knew the questions in their hearts at this moment, and said with his hands behind his back: Do you think I shouldn’t let Maitreya’s nephew leave?

Jia Ling hesitated for a moment and replied: The disciple knew that the master's move must have profound meaning, but he just couldn't understand it yet.

Kong Bei shook his head and said: The grief of losing Master Zen Nian has made the hatred deeply rooted in the heart of Maitreya's nephew. At this time, he said something to him to give up revenge, just to play the piano against the cow. Therefore, the master does not go against the trend at this critical moment, but to follow you secretly and take care of him. Don't let the Buddhist lantern that has been preserved finally go out.

Jia Ling happily heard this and said: What Master means is...?

Kong Bei looked back at Chu Lingyue and smiled: Lingyue, are you willing to perform this task assigned to you by Master Jia?

Chu Lingyue lowered her eyebrows and said slowly: Of course, the disciple obeys the order.

Only then did Jia Ling realize that everything was already in Zhiru's plan, but he was surprised and happy, but he couldn't help but feel new doubts.

The master has long been determined to arrange junior sister Lingyue to walk with me... Is it to make her forget 'that thing'...?

Kong Beihui suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked up. A small white light in the sky came from far away, with the sound of flapping wings, a white carrier pigeon appeared in front of everyone.

Kong Beihui's face darkened, stretched out his arms and let the pigeon land on his shoulders, unbuttoned the paper strip tied to the pigeon's feet, opened it and saw his eyebrows slightly open, and a hint of mourning flashed across the end of his eyes, and then he covered it up.

Jia Ling and Chu Lingyue didn't dare to ask what was written in the letter until Kong Bei, who was in a daze, turned back, with a expressionless face, and a voice with an unhidden loss.

Just received the news that Jun Tianjiao, the leader of the "Four Show", was killed by Jun Nitian, the "Yan Huang"