Familiar feeling In the fire-lit stone, the red-clothed Dianjun suddenly took out a palm, the wind of the palm was as sharp as a knife and as fast as the wind; Jing Yirong leaned to the left to dodge, the Dianjun had already noticed it, and struck out another palm to the left.
Jing Yirong was shocked and quickly moved his body, but the palm still hit his shoulder with half the force. Jing Yirong stroked his burning left shoulder, and joy flashed in his eyes, "He is a good opponent."
"Nonsense." Dian Jun did not give Jing Yirong any chance to relieve himself and continued to attack. Jing Yirong stopped being careless and devoted himself to the battle.
Dian Jun's martial arts moves are fast, accurate and ruthless. He will never be soft-hearted just because Jing Yirong is a woman. Every move and palm will kill him. Jing Yirong is surprised that Dian Jun's martial arts can be so powerful.
In just an instant, Dianjun's powerful moves landed on him.
Jing Yirong stepped back several feet and pressed the heel of his right foot against the uneven stone ground in the small courtyard before finally stopping. However, his chest felt a little heavy and he opened his mouth slightly, and blood started to flow out.
The three people who had been peeking inside the room looked nervous for a moment.
Dianjun walked towards Jing Yirong step by step, "If you can take more than ten moves from me, you should be willing to die."
"Losing means death. There is nothing to be unwilling to do. But I haven't lost yet, so don't think you can kill me easily." Jing Yirong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, "You have to accompany me to the blood you made me shed just now.
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After saying that, he rushed forward again. Dian Jun didn't expect that Jing Yirong was still able to resist. The move just now would have broken all the muscles and veins of an ordinary person.
The two of them, one red and one white, started fighting again in the small courtyard. Their moves were simply incomprehensible to others. Only when Jing Yirong hit the wall and vomited blood, did he understand that Jing Yirong was the loser.
Already.
The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, "You lose."
"I have to fight to the death rather than admit defeat," Jing Yirong stood up with a pale face and supported the wall. The pain in his chest felt like his flesh was being torn apart, and his feet were unstable.
The emperor was silent, "You deserve to die in my hands."
"You are not qualified to kill me yet." Jing Yirong was provocative and disdainful.
Lord Dian was silent. A layer of blue light slowly formed in the palm of his left hand. The light circle gradually became larger and filled with frightening thorns. He slowly raised his left hand and said, "The time has come."
The three people in the room could no longer restrain their nervousness, and regardless of whether Jing Yirong would forgive themselves, the three of them pushed the door open and walked out.
Nalan Zhijin ran at the front and stretched out his arm to block Jing Yirong's face without hesitation, "Don't hurt my master."
Jing Yirong stared at Nalan Zhijin's back, "Get out of here."
"No." Nalan Zhijin was stubborn and unwilling to leave, "Master already hates me."
Xiao Yan and Nalan Zhenqi also walked up to Jing Yirong, "Princess, maybe you won't forgive us this time. But if you were in trouble and you were still hiding in the room, you wouldn't have used this in the first place.
I bet my life to stay with you."
"If you want to kill the master, kill us first." Nalan Zhenqi stared at the prince.
The halo of light in Dianjun's hand slowly faded, "You are not my mission. I won't kill you. If you have some sense, step away from me now."
"No!" Nalan Zhijin shouted, "Don't ever touch my master again, I won't let you hurt him."
"With you?" The emperor moved in front of Nalan Zhijin and picked him up with one hand, "You are so bold that you are not ashamed to speak."
Jing Yirong took a step forward and said, "Let him go."
"Okay." Dian Jun readily agreed, but in the next second he threw out the Nalan Zhijin in his hand.
"Ah," Nalan Zhijin yelled, and the next moment he was busy calming down the fear in his heart. He turned his body slightly, and his body immediately stood firm. It seems that these days of practicing Qinggong are not in vain.
"There are still two more moments," Dian Jun said while pushing a palm towards Nalan Zhijin.
"Be careful!" Nalan Zhenqi and Xiao Yan shouted in panic, even their heartbeats seemed to skip a beat.
Jing Yirong was shocked instantly. He suppressed the pain in his body and flew to hug Nalan Zhijin to block the fatal blow. Jing Yirong's body fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken, and blood spurted out.
out.
Nalan Zhijin stared blankly at Jing Yirong who was holding him. All his tears burst out in an instant, and he kept saying, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Jing Yirong supported Nalan Zhijin's body, and her tone was still stern without any gentleness, "Don't cry! Don't embarrass me!"
Nalan Zhijin nodded desperately, trying hard not to cry.
The moment Jing Yirong rescued Nalan Zhijin, she couldn't even explain why, but when she felt that this little body would be injured, she couldn't control her body and flew to save her. Is this just instinct?
Xiao Yan and Nalan Zhenqi hurriedly stepped forward to help Jing Yirong, "Master, how are you?"
"It's okay." Jing Yirong looked at Dianjun, "A killer doesn't kill prey that doesn't belong to him."
"You know the rules very well, but it's a pity that he provoked me." Mr. Dian's face was expressionless.
Jing Yirong sneered, "If I practice for another half a year, you won't be my opponent at all."
"Nonsense." The emperor regained his luck, "Since they want to die with you, I will help you."
Jing Yirong was shocked. She was also a killer. If it were her, she would do the same thing and she would not be merciful. But she really couldn't bear to let the three of them die with her.
The aperture in Dian Jun's hand finally reached a full state. With a slight push, the strong palm force pushed towards Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong looked directly at her. She was never afraid of death. Even if she was really going to die today, she
He must also die clearly.
The halo of light did not hit the three of them, but was easily dispersed by an inexplicable breeze. Before they could recover, Ye Xieming, who was dressed in black robes and covered with silver gear, had already appeared.
In front of me, "How can you die as my woman? It seems that I haven't trained you to be stronger."
"Ye Xie Ming, I don't remember what relationship you have with the Crown Princess of Ming Kingdom." The Lord said coldly.
Ye Xieming turned around to meet the Lord, with an evil smile, "Jun, you haven't had time to inform you yet, I have taken a liking to this woman."
"You made so many choices and finally chose this woman?"
"Yes." Ye Xieming looked at the palace master, "How about it? You have to save this woman's life for me, my brother."
"I have collected 10 million taels of gold, and the ghost-faced King of Hell has never missed it." Lord Dian obviously would not let it go easily.
Xiao Yan was shocked. She didn't expect that he was the legendary Ghost Face in Red. She had always heard that he was cruel and ruthless, and had great martial arts skills. She thought he must be an old man, but today when he saw him, he was so young and handsome.
Ye Xieming stared at the palace king and said, "Just tell me what you want."
"I can't think of anything right now. How about we wait until something happens one day to bring it up?" Dian Jun was also very cunning.
Ye Xieming raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I will agree to you easily? No one in the world dares to accept an empty promise."
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, I don't have enough reason to let her go once." Dianjun's tone was calm, but anyone who heard it would feel that there was a turmoil.
"I, Ye Xieming, have never been afraid of anything." Ye Xieming returned to his arrogance, "One thing is one thing. There is nothing in this world that I, Ye Xieming, cannot do."
"Refreshing." Dianjun's figure flashed and landed on the roof, "Don't forget what you promised."
"Since you've given up on your mission, why not tell your employer as well."
"Queen of Hades." The palace monarch only acts according to his own temperament. Of course, only the master of the Ghost Shadow Sect, who is himself, can do such a thing.
Ye Xieming walked towards Jing Yirong, picked her up by the waist, "It seems you really can't live without me."
"I can do it without you." As soon as Jing Yirong opened her mouth, blood started to pour out again.
"If you want her to live, don't follow her in." Without saying a word, Ye Xieming carried Jing Yirong into the house and closed the door.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Xiao Yan, "Sister Xiao, what should we do now?"
"Just wait and see what happens," Xiao Yan said with a worried look, "The Crown Princess is so injured that he is the only one who can win the Crown Princess. He also praised the Crown Prince for leaving the palace with the king today, otherwise it would be terrible to see this scene."
In the inner room, Ye Xieming took off his black robe.
Jing Yirong glanced at it and said weakly, "You like black so much."
"What? Are you already interested in my hobbies?" Ye Xieming, still dressed in black, sat beside the bed and reached out his hand to gently caress Jing Yirong's cheek.
Jing Yirong turned away, "I am interested in you because sooner or later I will kill you."
"How can you kill me if you can't even defeat the Lord?" Ye Xieming said as he helped Jing Yirong sit upright, used his palms to perform exercises, moved gently over Jing Yirong's background, and began to help Jing Yirong.
Healing.
Jing Yirong immediately understood and calmed down, and fully accepted the inner strength that Ye Xieming had instilled in him, "You taught me my martial arts. You should be the one who is ashamed of not being able to defeat the Lord."
"Cunning woman." Ye Xieming's low voice was accompanied by a smile, "You still want martial arts secrets?"
"Both each other," Jing Yirong admitted his cunningness generously but dragged Ye Xieming into the water.
Ye Xieming retracted his palm, drew a circle in the air, then gathered his inner strength and injected it into Jing Yirong's body again, "Stop talking."
Jing Yirong's injuries were more severe than he thought. If he guessed correctly that several of Jing Yirong's meridians were shattered, how strong was this woman? She could actually endure such a huge injury.
Pain was still chatting with him as if nothing had happened.
Dianjun gave up his mission so easily. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably because of Jing Yirong that he was shocked. This woman was worthy of being his Ye Xieming's woman.
An hour later, Jing Yirong's clothes were all soaked with sweat, and his head felt dizzy. On the other hand, Ye Xieming only felt a little tired.
Only at this moment did Jing Yirong feel that Ye Xieming's martial arts was really superior to his own, and much higher.
"Don't worry, you won't die." Ye Xieming stood up and put on his black robe again, "I will bring you the martial arts secret book next time. You are not suitable for practicing martial arts during this period. If you are disabled, you will not be worthy of me."
"Who are you?" Jing Yirong suddenly asked.
"What?" Ye Xieming was startled, then raised his eyes, "Are you more and more curious about me?"
Jing Yirong's eyes were sharp, "I just think you look so familiar."