"Cheng Ruoxue?"

"She, she is still alive? What about Mr. Yi? Is Mr. Yi dead?"

"Impossible. How could Yi Shao die so strong?"

The powerful men of the Beitang clan looked shocked and looked at Beitang Kongming together: "Old ancestor, Young Master Yi is dead, he is defeated. What should we do?"

Some of them were flickering eyes.

I've been moved by a strange intention.

Ling Jianchen was extremely powerful when he was alive, so he naturally could make the Beitang clan surrender and make them willingly loyal. But now, Ling Jianchen is dead, who would be loyal to a dead person?

How could Beitang Kongming not know everyone’s thoughts?

He took a deep breath, but did not hesitate at all: "No matter whether Yi Shao's life or death, as long as I am in Beitang Kongming for a day, my Beitang clan will be Yi Shao's most loyal follower, and no one can shake our determination!"

"But Yi Shuihan is dead, why should we be loyal to a dead person? Cheng Ruoxue is the saint of the Blood God Cult. The strength of the Blood God Cult is no weaker than that of Beihai Academy. You are bringing our Beitang clan into the abyss..." A strong man from the First Level of the Martial Ancestor with white hair and hair flushed and roared hysterically.

This person's name is Beitang Kongzhen.

He is the cousin of Beitang Kongming. Recently, he has barely broken through to the realm of Martial Ancestor with the skills taught by Ling Jianchen to Beitang Kongming.

Beitang Kongming glared at Beitang Kong Needle and gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for the martial arts given by Mr. Yi, how could you enter this realm? Beitang Kong Needle, if you want to betray Mr. Yi, unless you kill me first!"

"Hmph, do you think I dare not? You have been sealed by Nie Xingchen's dantian and have no cultivation. How could I be afraid of you?"

Beitang Kongzhen sneered, and slapped Beitang Kongming in front of his head with a palm.

"Old ancestor runs..."

"No……"

A group of strong men loyal to Beitang Kongming were shattered and wanted to stop them. But their cultivation was far weaker than Beitang Kong Needle, so how could they stop the first level of Wuzu Ancestor from the killing attack.

"My life is over... Young Master Yi, please forgive me. Beitang Kongming can no longer follow you..." Beitang Kongming closed his eyes in despair.

His cultivation was sealed by Nie Xingchen, and he could not even use a trace of power.

I can only wait to die!

However……

Seeing the huge holy power palm blowing him to death, at this critical moment, a black sword light broke through the air. With a puff, the Beitang Kong Needle cut in half.

"How, how is it possible..."

Beitang Kongzi widened his eyes. When he was dying, he saw a white figure in his eyes, which was slowly falling in front of Cheng Ruoxue.

This moment.

Beitang Kongzhen was filled with regret and despair: "It turns out that he is not dead..."

Plop!

Beitang Kong Needle fell to the ground, and there was no complete corpse dead.

"Young Master Yi? Young Master Yi is not dead yet!"

"Hahaha, I have said a long time ago, who is Mr. Yi? How could he die so easily?" The powerful people of the Beitang clan were excited and cheered loudly.

………

Broken Soul Mountain, halfway up the mountain.

Ling Jianchen was as swept like an immortal, landed on the stone inserted in the crack, glanced at Cheng Ruoxue in front of him, and said coldly: "I said that you only need one knife to defeat you. No more or less, just one knife!"

Puchi!

Cheng Ruoxue's face suddenly turned red, and when he opened his mouth, he sprayed a ball of sticky black blood.

During the collision just now, Ling Jianchen's original divine power swallowed Cheng Ruoxue's evil aura and resentment, and almost instantly took all her energy.

So much so that the last knife can easily hit Cheng Ruoxue's vital parts.

"Ling Jianchen, don't be proud. I admit that I underestimated you too much before, but the green mountains remain unchanged and the green water flows forever. When we meet again next time, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!" Cheng Ruoxue looked up with difficulty, looked at Ling Jianchen with a resentful look, and roared.

Ling Jianchen was stunned and said, "Next time? Do you think you have another next time?"

Cheng Ruoxue repeatedly asked for trouble for himself.

Not only did he repeatedly want to kill him, this vicious woman actually hit Ling Jianchen's family, saying that she would destroy Lingjiazhuang and eliminate the Nine Swordsmen.

This is tantamount to offending Ling Jianchen's reverse scale.

The reverse scale is the supreme, and you will die if you touch it!

The family is Ling Jianchen's Negrosin. Cheng Ruoxue wants to uproot his family, so Ling Jianchen will naturally not let her go: "Cheng Ruoxue, thinking about your past friendship, I will give you a right to choose. How do you want to die?"

Buzz!

The sharp blade of the Broken Sky Sword, with a hint of coldness, had already fallen on her neck.

A trace of blood was flowing down the blade.

The broken sky sword had pierced her skin. The stinging pain made Cheng Ruoxue's face turn blue and white. During the change, there was an indescribable fear: "No, don't kill me, my master is Xue Wuhen, the next leader of the Blood God Sect. As long as you don't kill me, I can recommend you to become my master's personal disciple."

In the face of death.

Cheng Ruoxue let go of all his hatred and resentment.

Although she is a Holy Demon Spirit Corpse, even if she is killed this time, as long as there is no body or spirit, she will still have a chance to be resurrected. However, the price required for each resurrection of the Holy Demon Spirit Corpse is extremely high.

not to mention……

The pain that needs to be endured during the resurrection is simply desperate!

Because of this...

Only then did Cheng Ruoxue let go of his figure and beg forth.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in your Blood God Sect..."

Ling Jianchen shook his head, put away the knife and cut off Cheng Ruoxue's throat with a puff.

Blood flowed down a gap slowly, her hands covering her throat tightly, her eyes full of despair and ferocity: "That's the third time, Ling Jianchen, this is your third time to kill me. I, Cheng Ruoxue, swear to the sky, this will be your last time to kill me. When you see you next time, I will definitely kill you, and I will definitely!"

"When you meet again? Sorry, you haven't had the next time..."

Ling Jianchen smiled coldly, his palm shook, and a hot flame spewed out of the journey of his palm.

The flames burned in a blazing light.

The Nine Flames Heavenly Fire has incorporated a wisp of original divine power.

It can completely burn Cheng Ruoxue's soul, destroy both body and spirit, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

"This is the sky fire? No, don't come here, don't..."

Cheng Ruoxue roared in horror, his body trembled violently, and his face was full of fear and despair.

Buzz!
Chapter completed!