You know, this is on the territory of Penglai Pavilion.
It is said that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. No matter how confident Song Ling was, he would never be able to do something that was too high-minded.
Song Mo was a little reluctant.
However, after Song Ling persuaded him a few words, he also knew that things had to be prioritized, so without saying anything, he led Chu Linglong and Jiang Yun onto the flying chariot.
They left, and Peisheng appeared in front of Song Ling, waving a white jade fan.
"Why, I sent him away and planned to divorce myself, but you and I still have an unfulfilled agreement." Peisheng tilted his head, looked sideways at Song Ling and said, "Not to mention you lied to me."
"How did I lie to you?" Song Ling smiled and asked with narrowed eyes.
"You said you wanted to go into the Guard Realm to kill people, and then what? I let you in, but you didn't do anything like that. Aren't you lying to me?" Peisheng squinted his eyes, and he was obviously angry.
The edge of.
Song Ling spread his hands and shrugged, and said helplessly: "I wanted to go in to kill people, but didn't I find them? I happened to meet two other people I wanted to take away. I took them away without violating Penglai Pavilion.
The rules."
of course not.
On the contrary, if Song Ling kills someone in the guard area, it will be considered as breaking the rules of Penglai Pavilion.
However, what Peisheng wants to see is a river of blood. Now that his wish has not been fulfilled, how will he give up?
call out!
The sword is unsheathed.
Driven by Peisheng, the flying fireflies all over the sky turned into a giant net shining with silver light.
Seeing the giant net hooded under his hood, Song Ling flicked his sleeves and covered them one by one, turned around and began to flee in the city.
Pedestrians and disciples in the city hid in safe places.
No one dared to show his head.
After all, one of them is the Young Pavilion Master they know, and no one knows the temper of the Young Pavilion Master.
Wind and thunder.
The rain turns to ice.
Song Ling said that she couldn't fight Peisheng head-on, but when it came to this point, she still had to take action to protect herself. However, when taking action, Song Ling deliberately retained some strength and pretended to run away in embarrassment, unable to fight back.
Look.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Peisheng, who was in the air, looked at Song Ling, who was running like a mouse below, and bent over with a smile.
one time.
Two clicks.
The sharp aura hit Song Ling hard on the back.
Seeing the blood, Peisheng became even more excited and no longer kept the distance between him and Song Ling. He moved closer several times and applied a few palms, causing Song Ling to spurt blood from his mouth and nose.
"Try to fight back? Just escaping is really boring. When you were outside, didn't you still insist on distinguishing between me and me? It's not difficult to distinguish between high and low." Peisheng slapped Song on the head.
Ling's neck, lifted her up, and said half madly, half happily.
At this time, Song Ling looked like he was dying.
But in fact, she has been observing Peisheng, trying to find a little bit of Sweden in him.
Unfortunately, no.
Peisheng, who is on Xianlu Island, is like a perfect man, and his moves always carry a commanding pressure that cannot be ignored.
If you are not careful, you will die.
"Ahem..." Song Ling tilted her head and coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, but kept a smile on her lips, "I don't run away because I know there is no way to escape. The sect-protecting formation in Penglai Pavilion can mobilize all the spiritual energy on the island.
, I am not fighting against you, but against the entire Penglai Pavilion."
After hearing these words, Peisheng's face didn't look good.
"What do you mean? That I used other powers? But don't think that I will fall for your provocation!" Peisheng's hand tightened little by little, his eyes were red and bloodshot, "No matter what kind of power I use
, this all belongs to me, if you can’t beat me, you can’t beat me, it’s useless to talk nonsense.”
Click.
Broken neck bone.
To Peisheng's surprise, the woman in front of him, who was clearly not an illusion, began to become transparent and disappeared from Peisheng's eyes after a while.
At the same time, two purple thunders flew behind him.
Peisheng turned around and suddenly saw Song Ling appearing in the sky without anyone noticing.
What kind of magic is this?
Peisheng's eyes flashed, and he blasted out several spiritual waves with his backhand.
No matter what method Song Ling used to escape, Peisheng would not give her a second chance. This time, he would crush her to death like an ant.
The rumble of thunder in the sky is getting closer and closer.
Dark clouds cover the sun and a cool breeze blows.
Song Ling held up her body and formed a seal, set up a magic circle beside her body, and took a few more pills to keep herself in a high spirit.
Song Mo has arrived.
But he didn't show up.
To get along with Peisheng, Song Ling needs to set up a trap and make Peisheng satisfied.
Soon.
Soon.
Song Ling walked slowly for half a step and took Peisheng's blow bravely.
"Let's see how you can run away this time!" Peisheng smiled cruelly and cut Song Ling's hands back, using a poisoned long knife to slash Song Ling's back, as if he wanted to peel off Song Ling's skin.
If you dare to be presumptuous in front of me, don't look at where this place is, and don't play with me, then go to hell."
With that said, Peisheng was about to take the knife.
Between the lightning and stone fire, the bright white light passed through the clouds, and while hitting Peisheng, it caught Song Ling in his arms.
Song Ling held a torn red rope in her hand.
"Give it back to me!" Peisheng was immediately furious and rushed towards Song Ling with an angry roar, "I'm going to kill you! Give it back to me!"
This is the strangest thing about Peisheng.
During several close encounters, Song Ling noticed the red rope around Peisheng's neck. However, no matter how many times Song Ling explored the spirit, there was a barrier blocking the outside of the red rope, and it emitted extremely strong spiritual power fluctuations.
Strictly speaking, the traces of spiritual power on the red rope are hundreds of times stronger than when Peisheng performed the technique.
So Song Ling began to test repeatedly.
Until you succeed.
It turned out that this thing was so important to Peisheng that when he saw Song Ling stealing it, his face turned the color of pig liver in a rare way, and his technique became unorganized and he bombed randomly.
Song Ling let Song Mo take him to fly away from Xianlu Island. At the same time, he pressed the secret key on the red rope, held it up with both hands, and sent the red rope out in the opposite direction.
One left and one right.
Peisheng chose the red rope without hesitation.
After running away for hundreds of miles and confirming that Peisheng would not catch up, Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief and laughed in Song Mo's arms.
"Why are you laughing?" The sullen Song Mo lowered his eyes and counted the wounds on Song Ling's body, and said: "When I get my body back, I will definitely come back and destroy his Penglai Island! Then I will skin him and dismantle his bones.
, Swallow it into your belly!”
Song Ling was amused by Song Mo's expression.
She held Song Mo's face with both hands, rubbed it a few times, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, as long as you are happy, I have no objection to cooking him and eating him with wine."
A flying chariot without its master is not very fast.
Song Mo, holding Song Ling in his arms, flew through the air and soon caught up with the flying chariot.
Chu Linglong and Jiang Yun were a little surprised when they saw that Song Ling was covered in injuries. They stood up and came over to meet him. They helped hold hands and worked together to place Song Ling on the short platform transformed by spiritual power.