Ding Zhong saw Ding Dang's hesitation in his eyes. His hands couldn't help but tighten. Now if Ding Dang really listened to Mo Feiyu and stopped killing Jing Yirong, then all his efforts would be in vain. At that time, Ding Zhong could no longer care about anything. He roared Ding Dang's name. "Ding Dang."
Ding Dang heard Ding Zhong's voice and turned around subconsciously. As soon as he turned his head, Ding Zhong sprinkled a squeeze of medicine from his hand. Ding Dang felt dazed. The next second, his mind fell into a drowsy state. Ding Zhong ordered The voice lingered in my mind. "The murderer is Jing Yirong. You must kill Jing Yirong to avenge your mother. It was Jing Yirong who killed your mother and made your mother die so tragically. Kill her." Jing Yirong. Kill Jing Yirong."
Jing Yirong and Mo Feiyu looked at Ding Dang, who was in a daze. Then they looked at Ding Zhong, who had been talking. They felt a little uneasy. Jing Yirong did not expect that Ding Zhong would attack Ding Dang regardless of the presence of people in the world.
The uncertainty in Ding Dang's eyes gradually disappeared. The whole state of the person also slowly changed. The light in the eyes passed away. It was as if she was just a machine controlled by someone now. Ding Dang, who was holding the sword, suddenly hit Mo Feiyu's jade flute. Mo Feiyu was not prepared for the moment and hurriedly dodged away.
Mo Feiyu's retreat gave Ding Dang the opportunity to attack Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong hurriedly used his palms to resist. She was surprised to see Ding Dang's increase in internal strength and then raised her eyes. She could not see any life in Ding Dang's eyes. This was Ding Zhongrang. Has she become a murder tool?
He just accepted orders like a machine. He wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal. Jing Yirong's hand holding the Yumo Sword couldn't help but lose strength. Damn it, Ding Zhong actually used this move against a living person. He But she knows how she felt every time when Ding Dang killed someone and woke up. Those women and children who had no power to fight back died in her hands. The guilt of people like Ding Dang would have tortured her to the point of death.
Jing Yirong was thinking as she backed away continuously. Her mode of only defending but not attacking could not resist Ding Dang's murderous intention. Today, Ding Dang's martial arts has not only improved several times, but also each sword is full of killing intent. Yi. Jing Yirong felt relaxed for a moment, but was suddenly shaken several meters away by Ding Dang's sword energy.
Jing Yirong simply flew out of the house. Standing in the courtyard, Jing Yirong stared at Ding Dang who was chasing him. His hand fell on the hilt of the Yumo Sword. When Ding Dang attacked again, he pulled it out without hesitation. Yumojian resisted.
As soon as the Yumo Sword came out, the air around it dropped instantly. Every swing of the Yumo Sword was filled with chills. Everyone who came to the scene lost their souls due to the strangeness of the Yumo Sword. The top-ranked weapon actually has The difference is that Ding Dang didn't feel the coldness brought by Yumo Sword at all. Her moves didn't slow down because of this. Jing Yirong had no intention of hurting Ding Dang, but if she continued, Ding Dang wouldn't feel anything at all. .When she wakes up, the chill will also enter her body.
Ding Dang attacked Jing Yirong with all his strength. Jing Yirong deliberately gave way and kept struggling. It was inevitable that Ding Dang would get the chance. Ding Dang's sword finally stabbed Jing Yirong while Jing Yirong couldn't help it again. On Yi Rong's shoulder, the sword was several meters away from Jing Yirong. Only then did Jing Yirong feel the sword energy and hurriedly turned around to dodge.
The sword edge still cut Jing Yirong's arm. Blood flowed out from the arm. Jing Yirong took a few steps back, covered the wound and stood looking at Ding Dang from a distance. Everyone present stood not far away watching this. Stick. Anyone can see that Jing Yirong gave in to Ding Dang again and again.
Even though they didn't have the slightest favorable impression of Jing Yirong, they could clearly see Ding Dang's state. Anyone with a little ability in the world knew that there was a kind of murder weapon. It was the Immortal Killer. And now Ding Dang looks like this. The appearance is exactly the same as the legendary murderous immortal.
No wonder Ding Dang was able to kill so many people. No wonder no one in the Ding Dang Association had seen Ding Dang’s real martial arts. They also didn’t expect that Ding Zhong could even use such a cunning move. And he used it on his own son.
Jing Yirong could smell the smell of his own blood. He could only feel that the blood in his body was constantly surging and surging. It seemed that they all carried great vitality and wildness. The warmth in Jing Yirong's eyes gradually disappeared, and his eyes were as bright as fire. Staring at Ding Dang, like a wounded wild wolf staring at its mortal enemy full of wolfish nature.
Mo Feiyu felt the murderous aura slowly rising on Jing Yirong's face. With his martial arts, he could not stop the fight between the two. But once Jing Yirong recognized the real Ding Dang, he would no longer be Jing Yirong's opponent. . And now Jing Yirong, who is standing still and bleeding, makes people look like a wild wolf staring at his prey in the middle of the night.
Ding Dang didn't give Jing Yirong time to think too much, he picked up the sword and stabbed Jing Yirong again. Jing Yirong's eyebrows tightened, and he waved the Yumo sword. "Qilin appears." Qilin appeared in a fiery red light. Leap out from the Yumo Sword.
Qilin's two front paws grabbed Dingdang's arms respectively and threw Dingdang to the ground. The sharp bloody mouth screamed at Dingdang who was pressed under him. It seemed that he could tear her apart in the next second. crack.
Although some people have long heard that the leader of spiritual beasts is Qilin, they have never had the opportunity to see it. Now that they see the huge Qilin in front of them, they can't help but be frightened by the murderous aura and wildness of Qilin.
Ding Dang's movements were stopped by Qilin. Her arms were torn apart because she forgot to use the too sharp front claws. However, she didn't seem to know the pain at all. She was still struggling.
Jing Yirong walked up to Ding Dang and raised the Yumo sword with murderous intent in his eyes. Seeing this, Mo Feiyu could only step forward and use his flute to block Jing Yirong's about to stab the sword. "Miss Jing, don't kill her."
Jing Yirong slowly raised his eyes and looked at Mo Feiyu with an inquiring gaze. He was really sizing up his companions like a wolf. Mo Feiyu was helpless. "Miss Jing, if you kill Ding Dang now, the proudest person will be Ding." Zhong. The person who is using Ding Dang to hurt you is Ding Zhong."
Jing Yirong looked at Mo Feiyu intently. The murderous aura around him gradually faded away. His eyes towards Mo Feiyu seemed to have returned to normal. Jing Yirong frowned. He took out a handkerchief from his clothes and bandaged his arm without letting it go. Blood flowed out. She had drunk Kirin blood before, so she went crazy when Nalan Zhijin was injured. But now why does she feel so excited when she smells her own blood? Like a wild beast.
Ding Dang was being restrained by Qilin. The wound on his arm became more severe the more he struggled. Blood poured out like a spring. Qilin let out a long roar and lowered his head to drink Ding Dang's blood. Its wild nature seemed to be drawn out. It was sharp. His teeth were about to attack Ding Dang. Everyone present took a breath, fearing that Ding Dang would be torn into pieces in the next second.
"Shut up." Jing Yirong stretched out his hand to block Ding Dang's face. Qilin quickly stopped biting. He raised his head and his eyelids flickered. He howled again, as if he was wronged by Jing Yirong and let him see. Can't eat it.
Jing Yirong smiled softly and looked at Ding Zhong. "You will naturally have something to eat in a while. But don't touch this person. You can't even drink her blood."
The unicorn howled again. Except for Jing Yirong who didn't care, everyone else thought the unicorn would go crazy. This was more terrifying than trying to snatch food from a tiger's mouth.
"Jing Yirong, I'm back." Lady Poison's voice suddenly came from the air. Jing Yirong raised his head and Lady Poison had flown down next to him.
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows. "You're late."
"You think Liu Mo is so easy to find?" Poison Lady said dissatisfied. A few days ago, she suddenly agreed to Jing Yirong's request to help her with something. Who knew that damn Liu Mo was so hard to find? And she But she sacrificed an opportunity to compete with him to get what Jing Yirong wanted.
Jing Yirong stretched out his hand. "Bring the medicine."
"Here." The poisonous lady handed a vial to Jing Yirong. "After listening to my description, Liu Mo said that there are only two types of people who enter a murderous situation. One is uncontrolled and the other is controlled. An uncontrolled person has been hit by the talisman of life and death. The only way to kill him is by stabbing him in the heart with a sword before he has an attack. Obviously Dingdang is the second type of person who is under control. This means that his body has already He was hit by a murderous cup. This murderous cup has been kept in his body since he was a child. It has flowed to every part of his body with blood and integrated into his life. Normally, as long as the cup is cooled, he can act like a normal person. The medicine in the medicine bottle can cool down the murderous cup in his body."
Jing Yirong threw the medicine bottle to Mo Feiyu. "Feed it to Dingdang."
Ding Zhong's face gradually turned gloomy, and his expression no longer looked normal. "Jing Yirong, you are actually able to find the antidote."
"Ding Zhong, just because you want to touch me is simply a delusion." Jing Yirong said disdainfully. "Are you surprised now why I didn't get poisoned by you? It's actually very simple because I didn't get a single grain of food from your Siyu Villa. Only a fool would use this method of touching or poisoning."
Ding Zhong clenched his fists. Ding Dang's eyes gradually became clear after taking the medicine. The pain in her arm made her frown. When she realized that she was hiding in Mo Feiyu's arms, she struggled to sit up.
"You're injured, don't move." Mo Feiyu said with concern.
Ding Dang raised his eyes and saw the Qilin that had been standing in front of him howling low and couldn't help but move back. "It..."
"It won't hurt you." Mo Feiyu hurriedly comforted. "Ding Dang, you never told me that you were used by Ding Zhong to kill people."
Ding Dang was bitter. "How can I say such a thing."
Jing Yirong ignored Ding Dang and Mo Feiyu. She pointed at Ding Zhong and looked at Qilin. "You can go eat people now. That man is your lunch now."
Qilin roared excitedly to the sky and leapt towards Ding Zhong. Ding Zhong evaded in panic. Qilin quickly jumped up and chased after Ding Zhong. With a wave of its sharp claws, Ding Zhong fell to the ground. He received a blow from Qilin. Zhang Dingzhong vomited out a large mouthful of blood.
Qilin immediately stepped forward to suppress Ding Zhong. Its sharp claws directly penetrated Ding Zhong's shoulder. Only Ding Zhong's shrill screams of pain were left in the courtyard.
"Don't kill him." A sudden voice interrupted the terrifying scene in the courtyard. Bu Chenche stepped forward and stood in front of Qilin and stopped Qilin's bloody mouth with his sword.
Qilin watched angrily as Bu Chenche let go of Ding Zhong and attacked Bu Chenche. Jing Yirong stood in front of Qilin in a flash. "Stop."
Qilin then stopped attacking. Jing Yirong looked towards Bu Chenche. "Why are you back? Why can't you kill Ding Zhong."
"Zhijin was poisoned." Bu Chenche had a serious look on his face. "Zhijin fell asleep not even half a mile after we left. We called the doctor. The doctor said that his pulse seemed to be poisoned but he was just in a comatose state. He had no medicine. It can be explained. I think Nalan Zhijin was poisoned at Siyu Villa."
Ding Zhong, who was hiding on the ground with his clothes stained with blood, suddenly laughed loudly. "Haha. Jing Yirong, you didn't eat anything from my Siyu Villa. But the people around you were still caught in the net." "Damn Ding. Zhong." Murderous aura rose from the bottom of his heart. Jing Yirong stepped forward and grabbed Ding Zhong. "Take out the antidote."