Chapter 187 Young Master Lan is reluctant to give up?
A few greedy monks have already moved closer to Song Yizhi, ready to snatch the magic weapon or take advantage of it, or even both.
Song Yizhi put Xiao Xizi on the table and took out his long sword.
The next second, she walked around the table and swung her sword, and a sword light flashed through.
"Pfft-"
When Wei Ling heard the sound, he looked over and saw that Song Yizhi had already started to kill.
Not to be outdone, she raised her sword and attacked him.
Lan Minjun and Rong Yan, who were sitting on the stools without moving, looked straight at Song Yizhi.
There is a saying that Song Yizhi's swordsmanship is really bad.
From this look, it seemed that she didn't practice her sword well at ordinary times, and she would just pick up the sword and slash randomly. However, her accuracy was good, and she could kill a monk with one sword strike.
The chaotic killing method combined with that face actually has some beauty.
Sure enough, good-looking people still look good even if they kill people.
Rong Yan and Lan Minjun watched Song Yizhi use his sword as a sword and couldn't help but shake their heads slightly.
Song Yizhi used his sword to make a monk look like he was cutting a watermelon.
She was so unhappy when she cut.
As for those monks, all their attacks fall on defensive magic weapons.
One by one, they tried their best to hit Song Yizhi, but all the attacks were absorbed by the defensive barrier of the magic weapon.
They were so exhausted that they couldn't even break through the defensive barrier, let alone kill Song Yizhi.
Looking at the monks who were trying hard to beat the loneliness, Wei Ling couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed loudly while swinging his sword.
"Do they know that you are Song Yizhi? Killing you would be like...hahaha...laughing to death...hahahaha..." Wei Ling laughed while killing.
It turns out that there really are people who are so overconfident.
Song Yizhi curled his lips, "I could stand and let them hit me, but I think that would be too insulting, so I could only hold up my sword and pretend to fight back. Hey, I'm so kind."
Looking at the naughty and lively little girl, Lan Minjun's smile deepened.
If Ah Li were alive, he would be like Song Yizhi, right?
Wei Ling even smiled brightly, "Song Yizhi, it has to be you!"
Those monks were thunderous when they heard the name Song Yizhi. Song Yizhi may not have weight, but her mother does!
That is the great elder of the Changqiu Sect, a great master of overcoming tribulations!
Many people were frightened by Song Luo's name and regained their senses. They wanted to retreat and pretend that nothing had happened.
But looking at the people who died under Song Yizhi's sword, they knew that Song Yizhi was not a kind-hearted and simple young lady. They had to live or die.
In the end, those people could only give it a try.
After watching for a while, Lan Minjun stood up and walked over gracefully. He moved his hand slightly and held the long sword in his palm.
Rong Yan took a look and finally chose to watch with his arms folded.
With Lan Minjun, there is no need to take action.
Song Yizhi took the time to look at Lan Minjun, who was killing people elegantly, "Come to grab the spoils?"
"Give it to both of you." Lan Minjun's gentle voice sounded, and then he couldn't help but say, "Miss Song, the sword is not a knife, you can't chop randomly."
Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows, then raised his hand and struck with his sword, "I'm happy for you to take care of me."
Looking at the rather pampered Song Yizhi, Lan Minjun suddenly became speechless. He smiled and said nothing, concentrating on harvesting the heads.
When Lan Qianqian saw that Lan Minjun was actually helping Song Yizhi and the others kill people, her pupils shrank and her mind went blank.
Young Master, he is actually helping Song Yizhi?!
Didn’t he say that as long as he won the favor of the Ye Hanxing brothers, he would help him kill Song Yizhi!?
An elegant and dignified man is ruthless in his attacks and is not slow when it comes to beauty.
Wei Ling took the time to take a look and found that Lan Minjun was killing people very quickly.
With Lan Minjun joining them, some of the firepower surrounding Wei Ling and Song Yizhi was drawn away.
Wei Ling took a deep breath.
Song Yizhi's eyes fell on Lan Qianqian. She moved her sword, and the next second, the familiar confinement came.
Song Yizhi's hand holding the sword hilt tightened a bit.
Trash!
Lan Qianxi is your ancestor, right?!
I just had an idea and immediately stopped myself!
艹【a kind of plant】.
It's a little cold on the branches of Song Yi.
Wei Ling saw that only the last few people were left, and after thinking about it, he simply left them all to Lan Minjun.
The lobby of the Peony Building was affected by them, and almost everywhere in sight was a mess.
Broken limbs and arms and blood could be seen everywhere, and the smell of blood lingered in the air.
The peonies on the table were motionless.
The last monk who participated in the siege was taken away by Lord Lan Min with a sword, and the killing came to an end.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood that had splashed on his face at some point. His movements were graceful and beautiful, and the smile on his face was still gentle.
However, if he is not standing among the dead, then he is indeed a gentle noble prince, not a Rakshasa who seeks his life.
Wei Ling glanced at Lan Minjun and then looked at Song Yizhi, asking, "You come and I come?"
Song Yizhi glanced at Lan Qianqian and said calmly, "Go ahead."
Due to the restrictions of heaven, she could not take action against Lan Qianqian.
I don’t know if Wei Ling will be the same as me.
When Lan Qianqian saw the unkind looks in Song Yizhi and Wei Ling's eyes, she immediately felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.
Wei Ling glanced at Lan Minjun, then walked towards Lan Qianqian with his sword in hand.
When Lan Minjun saw this, he seemed to want to say something.
Wei Ling didn't have a good temper. She rushed forward with her sword and started fighting with Lan Qianxi.
She stabbed Lan Cixi where she died.
Song Yizhi glanced at Wei Ling, who was already fighting with Lan Qianqian, and stopped Lan Minjun with a movement of his feet. He looked at him with a slightly evil look, "Young Master Lan, are you reluctant to let go?"
Lan Minjun said amusedly, "Of course not."
How could he be reluctant to let go? He wished Lan Qianxi would suffer more torture.
Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows.
Seeing Song Yizhi's disbelief, Lan Minjun said softly, "I just want to tell Miss Wei not to kill people. Killing a fellow sect member is a serious crime."
Moreover, Lan Qianxi is still somewhat useful, so she cannot die while she is still of use value.
"That's true." After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he turned to Wei Ling and said, "Just teach him a lesson."
Wei Ling responded, then jumped up and kicked him over.
Lan Qianqian's old injury has not healed, so how can she beat Wei Ling?
She was kicked backwards and hit a pillar before falling to the ground.
Wei Ling snorted coldly and put away the long sword.
Lan Cixi vomited a mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.
But Wei Ling's kick almost killed half of her life. It took a while before Lan Qianxi got up holding her stomach.
Song Yizhi looked around and was surprised to find that the only person alive was a Buddhist cultivator.
Including the four of them and Lan Qianqian, there are only six people living now.
A total of one hundred people came in, and before half the time passed, only six were still alive.
The secret realm is dangerous, but the same kind is even more dangerous.
"None of the monks selected this time are clean." Rong Yan stood up and walked over.
Then, he turned his head slightly and looked at the Buddhist cultivator, "Buddha, are you still sitting?"
The Buddhist cultivator, who was called the Son of Buddha, looked up and saw a face with red lips and white teeth. He was dressed in gray clothes and was plain and simple, but his face was indeed too good-looking.
Wei Ling pinched a dust-removing formula, and then pinched another one for Song Yizhi.
"Amitabha." The Buddha stood up and walked over, clasping his hands together and bowing slightly to the four of them.
Several people raised their hands in return.
Song Yizhi looked at the young Buddhist cultivator, then glanced at Lan Minjun and Rong Yan.
This Buddhist disciple must have been brought in specially by these two people.