"Uh...uh..."

Zhou Tengyun's body was in a state of disrepair, lying in a pool of blood and twitching continuously. The majestic dark golden essence spread out in all directions, and strange sounds continued to come from his mouth.

The Zifu was shattered, and the internal organs and half of the shoulder were smashed to pieces.

"Well……"

His body twitched more and more violently, and his eyes looked around in fear for help, but found that no one was looking at him.

I think he worked hard to devise a plan and waited outside the medicine garden for several days. Finally, he saw Qi Xiaohu rushing to practice somewhere else, so he followed him secretly. When there was no one around, he intercepted and threatened him. He once

He is the deacon of the Cold Iron Mining Area. He has the right to know where each disciple comes from. He is a good friend and threatens his family's life, so he is not afraid of disobedience.

The result was as he expected. Although Qi Xiaohu stared at him as if he wanted to eat someone, he still gave in.

Today was the day he threatened to take action, lest things happen too late and Yang Qing beat him to death first.

For him, it would be best for Qi Xiaohu to kill Yang Qing, so that he could send Qi Xiaohu directly to the execution hall for conviction and execution without any trouble. Then he would find an opportunity to kill Lu Zhen and Tian Bo.

Just kill him. Even if it was just like that, Qi Xiaohu only stabbed Yang Qing and then committed suicide. He was only slightly disappointed.

He didn't believe that Yang Qing was willing to surrender. Once he resisted, he could help Qi Feng arrest the assailant and kill him by mistake, so he wouldn't be at fault.

Even if Yang Qing is captured, he can definitely be convicted of killing his fellow sect members. After all, with Yang Qing's strength and cultivation, any kind of wounds can be forged. Moreover, will Qi Xiaohu commit suicide after getting tired of living? It seems reasonable to others.

Neither.

Even if he is only convicted of killing a fellow disciple for self-protection, the punishment will be less than ten years until Huilinyuan faces the wall. However, the outer disciples competition will be held in three years, and those who are in Huilinyuan are not allowed to participate.

In this way, Zhou Tengyun's goal was achieved.

Moreover, once he enters the inner sect, not only will his status far exceed that of the outer sect disciples, he will be highly praised, and his cultivation level will inevitably improve rapidly. In Hui Linyuan, no matter how hard he practices, Yang Qing will not exceed the early stage of Dingling, and in such an environment,

After ten or eight years, most of them will lose their minds. The gap in strength between the two sides will narrow, and if they are surpassed again, they will be able to kill Yang Qing in a fair and just way.

However, before he could be happy about all these, he found that they were moving away, getting further and further away, becoming more and more blurry. It seemed that for a time, all the things he expected were abandoning him.

"Well……"

The broken body straightened up, and then returned to calm.

"Ouch!"

Yang Qing, who had a wound on his abdomen and a mouth full of tiger stripes, was dripping with blood. He roared and turned, pointing his long stick at the monks surrounding him.

The demonic red eyes turned to Qi Xiaohu who was lying in the room. If he had killed Zhou Tengyun earlier, Qi Xiaohu would not have died. At this time, there was no resentment in his heart for stabbing him, but only deep sadness.

and self-blame come to mind

Bit by bit in the past, at the beginning, it was the strong young man who first lifted the stone, then the generous friend who helped him complete his homework, and then the brother in need who stitched his wound with trembling hands. The four

Everyone kills the flag mountain wolf...

"Ouch!"

The clothes were soaked in blood, and the red eyes were washed by tears.

Violence and rage cannot hide the sadness in my heart.

Dead and never to be seen again.

The vague voice still rang in my ears, "I'm sorry... uh... I'm sorry for... Gu... hurting you. I really... can't... do anything."

"Fuck your mother's house rules...Fuck your mother, no fighting is allowed."

After killing Zhou Tengyun, Yang Qing's rage did not weaken at all. Although the sword wound on his abdomen increased, the veins all over his body were torn, and a large amount of blood flowed out, he would kill the person in front of him as long as he did not fall down.

"Xiaohu, these people are buried with you!"

"Ouch!"

His dim red eyes were about to bleed, and he rushed towards the cultivators with a low roar.

His appearance is crazy, his appearance is ferocious, and his appearance is so fierce that he is not afraid of death. He is even worse than the demon cultivator.

"Click!"

Several long swords trembled and were smashed away with a whoosh.

"You all die!"

My heart roared, blood flowed from my abdomen, and my mouth and nose were bleeding.

"Run away!"

Many timid monks fled in all directions, screaming crazily.

"Kill him with magic weapons!"

An inner deacon suddenly retreated and shouted angrily at the monk beside him.

Not many people listened to him, and they were all afraid that they would be the next to die under the stick.

"Tear!"

Yang Qing's body was almost covered with large or small wounds, and his black robe had turned to blood.

The cultivators were fighting and retreating, and he couldn't get in at all.

"Ouch!"

The injuries all over his body seemed to be unnoticeable, only the rage that could not be vented.

The roar was like a thunder, attracting more disciples.

Even the disciples walking in the mountains and valleys could hear it, and their hearts could not help but tremble, and even the disciples from the execution hall rushed over.

"Back off, my weapon, don't fly for now!"

An inner disciple with a cold and stern appearance couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw that Yang Qing could not rush over for the time being. He also saw that he was covered with bruises and was still standing. A biting coldness spread across his back. He shouted loudly and prepared to prepare his troops.

Although some disciples fled, there were more monks to replenish them. Several powerful inner disciples had arrived. At this time, dozens of monks surrounded Yang Qing, who wanted to rush around, in the open space in front of the house.

The cliff leading to the foot of the mountain on one side was even more crowded with monks, blocking their escape route.

"Attack together!"

With a loud shout, dozens of magical weapons burst out with light, densely hitting Yang Qing like a trapped beast.

In such a situation, let alone Yang Qing, who was seriously injured at this time, even if his strength recovered, he would still be cut into pieces in his prime.

However, he was still rushing in desperately.

"tear"

The attacks were so fast that even if they were missed by the long stick, they were still tearing apart the body full of scars.

After that, there are dozens more. If this round of attacks continues, even if Yang Qing is made of iron, he will die from this.

"stop!"

A cold, clear drink resounded above the Qi Peak.

The bodies of all the cultivators trembled slightly, and those with weak cultivation levels only felt that the true energy in their bodies was dispersed, and the magic weapon was no longer able to be used.

"receive!"

Several higher-ranking monks hurriedly manipulated the attacking magic weapon to stop.

I saw a flash of aqua blue light in the distant sky, and it took a few breaths to reach here.

A beautiful woman with a frost-covered face floated down and frowned when she saw the bloody figure.

Several magic weapons were too late to be recovered and they were still being struck.

"snort!"

The beautiful woman snorted coldly, and aqua-blue light flashed around her body, and a bloody humanoid figure appeared next to her. She flicked her plump fingers, and the magical weapons fell to the ground with a crisp sound of 'ding'.

Immediately, without waiting for Yang Qing to react, a palm glowing with aqua blue light patted Yang Qing's neck gently.

"Ouch..."

The tiger's roar was only halfway through, and his body froze.

My thoughts are normal, but my body keeps working.

"ah!"

He roared violently in his heart, and he also had murderous intent towards the beautiful woman.

"puff!"

The beautiful woman frowned again, turned her palms, and a water-blue word "Qing" hit Yang Qing's face.

"Um?"

Yang Qing felt dizzy, and his sanity gradually recovered after being devoured by violence.

"Little Tiger..."

The physical body is sealed inside and outside by aqua blue and cannot move, even speaking.

Then he realized his situation, but the deep sadness left him no time to care about it. At this moment, he was not afraid of death.
To be continued...