Fatal Concubine

Chapter 72 Martial Arts Conference 1
Chapter 81 Martial Arts Conference 1
"Amazing! This kung fu is ruthless enough!" Jingong Temple was already shocked by this.

"A person's skill reflects this person's character. It seems that standing behind Ling'er is enough to withstand the blood." When Gong Nayue said this, his eyes were soft.

"Of course, Xiao Ling'er, your current kung fu is simply the best in the world. It's scary to say it." It's not that he is boasting. No one in Daxing and the surrounding four countries can compare with Xiao Ling'er's internal strength!
"As long as Ling'er is not harmed, how can revenge be feared?" Perhaps in the eyes of others, such an outstretched hand is overbearing and bloody.

However, as long as this kung fu secret can be used as a sharp weapon to protect Ling'er, no matter how vicious and bloody it is?

It is not a pity for those people to die, all the famous and decent people in the world are bullshit, and they do some despicable things behind their backs. The decent people are not necessarily good people, and the evil people are not necessarily bad people.

"I'm just saying, I know what kind of person Xiao Ling'er is, and I know better than you. Even if Xiao Ling'er didn't say anything about the eighteen sects that besieged Zhuyun Villa back then, my Jingu family wouldn't either. Let them go." Those old guys, the Jingu family has long disliked them.

"Better than me?" Gong Nayue really wanted to beat up this self-righteous guy.

Chasing Wild Spirit knew how the two of them felt, and she also knew that as long as she said a word, they would be willing to be the knife in her hand.

It's just that she can't be so selfish, and she can't let her hatred stain the hands of the two of them with countless blood.

Six years of companionship, it would be a lie to say that they don't care, they are like brothers, like friends, but they can't be lovers.

They also understand this themselves, but they just understand why they will stay by her side in the end?
"There are some things that you will understand even if I don't tell you." Zhu Yeling's eyes dimmed. She didn't want to drive them away, she just didn't want to bear the burden of sin. Right and wrong, good and evil are not what they can say clearly.

"Xiao Ling'er, I know what you think in your heart, but from the moment you left the valley, I recognized you. Now that you have become stronger, do you want me anymore? Let me tell you first, I am just a piece of cowhide plaster. There's no way out." Jinguji couldn't help but coquettishly said, he had already decided that he would be by her side no matter what!
Gong Nayue reached out and touched Zhu Yeling's head, with an extremely gentle look on his face, which already showed his thoughts.

Looking at the gentle Gong Nayue and the enchanting Jingu Temple, she didn't know what to say.

"Thank you!" Thank you, two simple words, but it contains a thousand words.

The weather at the end of July is so hot at night that people can't sleep well.

Zhang Song, the head of the Zongquan School, lit a candle and lay on the bed, preparing to fall asleep. He could never have imagined that the imminent murder would make them fall into hell overnight.

The murderous aura flowing secretly, quietly and without interest.

Zhang Song, who was about to fall asleep, was attracted by a homing pigeon that suddenly landed in front of the window.

Where did the carrier pigeon come from?Zhang Song got out of bed, took off the note on the carrier pigeon, and when he saw what was written on it, his face changed drastically.

On the night of the full fifteenth month, the Slaughter Sect Fist School?
Zhang Song's expression froze, and his anger rose, who is it?Who dares to let go of such a big tone?

Today is twelve, if what is said is true, then there are three more days.

Zhang Song immediately summoned the elders of the Zongquan Sect to discuss.

"Senior brother, isn't it just a threatening letter, it's not true." The third elder Hong Yuan said, who can slaughter their sect boxers, isn't it just a dream.

"That's right, brother, you don't have to pay too much attention to it. How could the careers of hundreds of Zongquan sects be wiped out?" Fourth Elder Han Ren didn't care either.

Zhang Song frowned, was it really a threatening letter?
No, it is better to believe what is there or not to believe what is not. It is always good to mention more.

"Whether there is or not, the number of patrolling troops will be doubled tomorrow."

What the juniors said is also correct, if the Zongquan School has a century-old foundation, if it is so easy to deal with, can it still gain a foothold in the arena!

Therefore, no matter who it is, as long as they dare to come, they will definitely come and go.

morning.

Everything was the same as usual, except that there was an unusual smell permeating the sky of Zongquan Sect.

Perhaps, soon, there will be an unpredictable bloody show.

The smell of blood gradually mixed in the hot wind.

"Master, it's not good, it's not good..." The disciple outside the door ran into the door in a panic. Because he ran too fast, he tripped over the door frame and turned over.

"Xiao Chu, why are you in such a panic?" Hong Yuan was displeased.

"Third Martial Uncle, all the senior brothers who went to the auction... all died." Xiao Chu knelt on the ground with an undecided expression.

"What? Dead!" Zhang Song was shocked, this matter must be inseparable from yesterday's letter.

For a moment, Zhang Song's expression became serious. Who did they offend?

"No one alive?" Hong Yuan stared round his eyes.

Xiao Chu shook his head: "It's been several days since the auction, and the seniors still haven't come back. The second senior brother sent Xiao Chu to investigate. All the seniors outside the city who were auctioned died, and the appearance of death was extremely terrifying."

"Senior brother, look..." Han Ren frowned, this matter is really not easy now, did they really offend someone with the threatening letter yesterday?

"It seems that someone is watching us." Zhang Song said solemnly, "Go and send people to join the defense."

Today is the thirteenth day... two more days...

It was also late on the [-]th, and the moon was shining, shining on the earth, as if everything was covered with a silver veil.

On the deserted street, two men and a woman walked in the night sky.

Zhu Yeling was dressed in black, and his bloodthirsty eyes were extremely dazzling in the dark night, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at them.

A long-awaited murderous intent, tonight, quietly, the night has unfolded.

Under the dry and hot air, the blood filled the clouds.

The night is bright and cruel, and all this is waiting for an opportunity to erupt.

Chasing Wild Spirit, who was dressed in a cold aura, looked at the plaque of the Zongquan School, his black eyes were icy cold.

A moment later, the corner of Zhu Yeling's mouth twitched, "Destroyed!"

After her words, the figure quickly jumped into the peaceful Zongquan sect, and the two people behind them also jumped in.

Under the dark night, Chasing Wild Spirits plundered one by one!

That thousand-year-old sword is ten times more sensitive than a human, and it will be bloody when touched.

There are only thousands of people in the Zongquan faction, and the fight took only a quarter of an hour, and there were so many screams, they didn't have to dodge anything at all, they just fought openly like this.

"Master, Uncle Master, here they come, many people died, many people." The disciple who rushed in was pale, he was too powerful, and his technique was too straightforward.

The originally silent Zongquan faction exploded, and the voices of resistance and struggle sounded.

"It's really here, go out and have a look, let them come and go." Zhang Song stood up suddenly, walked out a few steps, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

There were corpses all over the floor, and the smell of blood was pungent. The disciples under his sect died in an instant, so what about the ones in the front yard?
The three of them had already fought to the door, so what about the people behind?

Those proud disciples seemed so powerless when they confronted the three of them.

Mixed in the screams, all of them were so shrill.

(End of this chapter)