"Jiang Chengzi! Do you want to have a hand in the affairs of my Red Clothes Sect?"
After a moment of surprise, the mountain lion's chest was filled with overwhelming anger, but there was still some lingering fear in the questioning voice.
Jiang Chengzi?
Black and impermanent?
As early as half a year ago, no one would associate these two names together.
Even at that time, the two of them came from the Nether Sect, but Hei Wuchang was already one of the six notorious ghost generals, while Jiang Chengzi was just an unknown person who had just been promoted to the title of Xiang Master.
However, things are changing, and no matter how famous you are, you will eventually fall into disrepute. No matter how unknown you are, there will always be an opportunity to make a difference.
The disaster in Xunfeng Valley had a serious impact on all forces in the world. Various sects and sects suffered varying degrees of casualties, especially the Nether Sect.
All the ghosts, soldiers, demons, and monsters were killed, and the bull-headed horse-faced and black impermanence did not survive either. As far as the Nether Sect was concerned, their vitality was severely damaged.
In the arena, old people go and new people come, but this sudden heavy blow still greatly reduced the strength of the Nether Sect.
Fortunately, at this time when we were short of major generals, a young man named Jiang Chengzi came to the fore.
At the age of twenty-one, he has mastered three internal skills and is extremely powerful.
In just a few months, he conquered the elders of the sect and became the new generation of Hei Wuchang of the Nether Sect, which also added new vitality to the Nether Sect.
Although the major evil demon sects are currently on the same front, their vigilance against each other has not relaxed at all. Therefore, although Jiang Chengzi has not yet made any sensation in the world, he is already somewhat famous among the evil demon sects.
With just a dark shadow, the mountain lion couldn't identify the person in front of him.
But after seeing the strange sword in the black shadow's hand, he blurted out the name of the new black shadow.
The black sword is more than four feet long, and the blade is several inches wider than an ordinary person's hand. Generally speaking, sword users pay attention to agility and speed, but the structure of this sword is contrary to that.
This sword is more of a heavy sword, but its origin is different. This sword was originally tailor-made for Fang, a master of the Nether Cult in the past.
Fang was born in the mountains since he was a child. He is tall, has long arms, and is powerful and heavy. His body movements are as fast and fierce as a leopard. Even if he is unarmed, it is difficult for anyone to do anything to him. He accidentally became interested in swordsmanship. After practicing diligently, he became his own sect, even more powerful than a tiger.
Most of the people in the Nether Sect are physically handicapped. They either want short blades to win in danger, or they want long soldiers to go straight forward. They are not happy with the mediocrity of swords.
In addition, this sword has a special structure, so no one could control it until Jiang Chengzi came.
Contrary to the sharpness of the fangs, this sword was given a restrained name - Hidden.
The meaning is to hide the fangs and swallow the sun and moon!
Jiang Chengzi obviously doesn't have the giant body that Fang had in the past, but the Hidden Sword is still as powerful as before in his hands.
As the sword turned over, the dark wind blew and the morning light receded.
The mountain lion's eyes were instantly shrouded in darkness. He took a breath and felt that a basin of cold water had been poured all over his body, making him tremble with the cold.
His first reaction was to kick off his heels and fly back.
His first thought was to stay away from Jiang Chengzi.
His face was solemn, and there was a hint of horror in the depths of his eyes, because in that darkness, he sensed a strong aura of death.
Fortunately, Jiang Chengzi did not chase after him and maintained the pressure.
This gave Shanshi a chance to breathe, and he was able to regain his composure and compete with Jiang Chengzi again.
No matter what, he also possesses three internal skills, and Jiang Chengzi is a rising star after all, so his martial arts skills are definitely not as solid as his.
The sword of Yin is as long as Jiang Chengzi's waist. Although it is now powerful and powerful, if it cannot attack for a long time, this disproportionate sword will definitely become a hindrance to it.
The mountain lion has long been integrated with the black iron ruler in its hand. It can break rocks when attacking and is as stable as a rock when defending. It is already clear who is strong and weak.
In an instant, the mountain lion had retreated more than three feet away from Jiang Chengzi, and was even more ready to counterattack.
Mountain Lion felt that he had a chance to win, and couldn't help but bring up a hint of joking, saying: "No matter what, young people's experience is always worse."
According to what Shan Shi said, Jiang Chengzi had taken advantage of his unpreparedness and gained the upper hand. He should have taken advantage of the situation and won the battle quickly, but he should not have been so confident and missed the opportunity to win.
But Shanshi had forgotten that ever since he forced Murong Kang into a desperate situation, he had become a little complacent.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
The cicada is careless.
The mantis got carried away.
How can Oriole make the same mistake again?
At least not the oriole in front of me.
The mountain lion only saw a black figure three feet away, holding a long sword and shaking a sword flower in the air.
The sword flower is like a lotus, and the snow-white lotus blooms slowly in the sky.
Next, countless white lotuses appeared between heaven and earth, blooming beautifully one by one!
This was a very beautiful scene, but the mountain lion closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look again, because he found that every time he saw a lotus blooming, his eyes would feel stinging.
Although in the face of a powerful enemy, closing his eyes was the same as surrendering, but after seeing nearly twenty lotus flowers in full bloom, his eyes were so painful that he shed tears and had to give up.
The next moment, the mountain lion felt his chest tighten and suddenly opened his eyes.
But he found that the hidden sword had been firmly pierced into his heart.
With such a wide blade, I'm afraid his heart will be split in two.
The mountain lion couldn't accept this result.
He widened his eyes and said to the stern face in black clothes in front of him: "Why don't you ask me why I want to arrest her? How dare you... break the alliance agreement in private?!"
He couldn't even understand why this new generation of Hei Wuchang was so decisive and ruthless.
It's a pity that Jiang Chengzi didn't want to talk to him much, and the only answer he had was the sword withdrawn from his chest.
The huge body weighing over two hundred pounds suddenly fell to his knees.
The mountain lion covered his heart with his hands. Everything he did now was in vain, but he still wanted to see the world a few more times, so he hoped that life would pass slower.
As his eyes moved, he saw the purple-furred woman and the maidservant about a foot away, who had helped Murong Kang up. They were crying and pouring power into him.
Mountain Lion suddenly realized that what he had just seen was an illusion. Unexpectedly, he was already injured when Jiang Chengzi made his first move.
As for the mental attack that can unknowingly affect one's state of mind and make one unaware, it must be the Yin Feng Kung Fu.
After thinking about this, the mountain lion's heart was drained of blood and he collapsed completely.
"Second Young Master! Second Young Master! Second Young Master, you must hold on!"
"Wake up, wake up!"
When the air was quiet again, there were only two repeated shouts.
Murong Kang was obviously seriously injured and was dying.
What the two women can do for him is not only to inject him with power and help him regulate the disordered atmosphere in his body, but also to awaken his will to survive.
If a person gives up his own survival, even if a miracle doctor is alive, he will not be able to save him.
Jiang Chengzi looked at it quietly for a moment and then left.
But she heard the maid shout: "My benefactor, please save the second young master. Everyone in the Murong family will definitely be grateful for your great kindness. Cui'er is willing to work as a cow or a horse to thank you for your kindness."
There was a cry in Cui'er's words. If she could, she could kneel down and kowtow three times to Hei Wuchang, but she didn't dare to withdraw her power for fear of losing all her power.
She knew that the main reason was that Murong Kang had been hit hard and couldn't recover for a while, so he fainted. Now he had to save his life. As long as he had strong skills to protect his heart, his life could be temporarily saved.
Unfortunately, she and her wife had little power, just enough to help him, so they could only ask the people in front of them for help.
Although she had heard from the mountain lion that this man was Hei Wuchang from the Netherworld Cult, and he was probably a very vicious member, but now he was the only one who could save Murong Kang's life, so she could only pray for him to stay.
"Murong?" Jiang Chengzi raised his steps and put them down after hearing the sound.
Seeing this, Cui'er felt happy and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Murong's family in Gusu."
Jiang Chengzi then moved his gaze to the face of the man in brocade clothes.
This sight shocked him. He didn't know this person, but he had a face that was very similar to him.
He could tell that this person was not Murong Jing, but he must be closely related to Murong Jing. He asked, "Who is this person?"
Cui'er said: "The second son of the Murong family, Murong Kang."
Jiang Chengzi moved his eyes with difficulty again and looked at the purple-furred woman.
I saw the purple-fur woman's beautiful eyes covered with tears, her brows furrowed, her teeth clenched, as if she wanted to spit out her infinite thoughts, but in the end she turned to pleading eyes and looked back at him.
Jiang Chengzi couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he finally moved his body and tried his best to save her.
After a while, Murong Kang vomited out a mouthful of thick blood, and then fainted again.
Jiang Chengzi felt his pulse gently and said, "Nothing serious is wrong. It's just that Second Master Murong's constitution is weak and his cultivation is too shallow. This serious injury almost killed his life. He will have to stay in bed for at least three months to regain his vitality."
Jiang Chengzi, who had some basic knowledge of medical science, was able to make this judgment.
Cui'er thanked and kowtowed repeatedly, but perhaps out of concern, she was a little doubtful of Jiang Chengzi's medical diagnosis.
Just as he was about to turn his head to see what the silent madam had to say, he heard the madam say: "Tui'er, please take the second young master back to the car to rest while I have a few words with my benefactor."
Cui'er was a little surprised when she heard this, but didn't say much, because she could vaguely feel that Madam and Hei Wuchang were old acquaintances. She didn't dare to delay at the moment, and gently carried Murong Kang on her back, and walked quickly to the carriage.
Go.
The air suddenly became quiet.
The wind suddenly picked up again.
The wind seemed to carry the morning dew blowing from the flowers and plants, making the blue hair wet.
Bundles of black hair lightly hit his and her cheeks, but it was more like hitting their hearts, because their hearts hurt.
"Chen'er." In the end, it was the purple-furred woman who spoke first.
Chen'er, he hadn't heard such a friendly address for a long time, and he hadn't heard her call him that for several years.
Neither Hei Wuchang nor Jiang Chengzi, she has always been an important member of the Daoyi Alliance's intelligence line. How could she not know that this young man who suddenly rose to prominence in the Nether Sect was the person she was closest to back then, Jiang Yichen.
Jiang Yichen took a deep breath and spit out seven words, "Sister Ruolan, long time no see."
He didn't even notice it, but his voice was trembling when he pronounced each of these seven words.
It's been a long time since we last met, and even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he was unable to speak them at this moment.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Ruolan tried her best to raise her hands and approached the thin face, but when they were still an inch away, they froze in the air.
She reluctantly put down her hands and said, "You have worked too hard on yourself these past years."
Jiang Yichen wanted to grab the hands that were lowered, but they remained motionless and did not reply.
Ruolan's lips trembled and she said the words she least wanted to say, "Murong Kang is my husband."
Murong Kang is my husband. Ruolan's voice was very soft, but Jiang Yichen listened to every word.
At that moment, he felt a cold, heavy hammer hitting his heart.
His heart felt cold and painful.
His left foot couldn't help but take a small step back, as if he was unsteady.
When he saw Ruolan sitting under the peach fairy tree in the distance, he found his heart pounding. He knew that this was the person he wanted to protect.
When he came galloping, he realized that Ruolan was not the only one here. From the carriage, the maid, the man lying on the ground, and Ruolan's shouting at the top of her lungs, he had guessed that the woman he loved had become someone else's.
wife.
He wanted to save her and then leave, but he couldn't bear to leave her so quickly.
When he learned that the man was the second son of the Murong family, he felt a flash of jealousy in his heart. He hated his respected elder brother Murong Jing a little. Why did he let Ruolan marry his second brother, who was such an incompetent second son?
.
When he heard this affirmative answer from Ruolan's mouth, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart and shed tears.
For some reason, Chaoyang also hid at this time, and drizzle fell from the sky, lingering and unbreakable.
Jiang Yichen finally couldn't stand, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Ruolan, sobbing: "Why... why didn't you wait for me."