The sword light and blood suddenly spilled open, and the body staggered and retreated suddenly. Then it flew up and smashed on the wall of the temple, rebounded and fell to the ground, and the blood oozed out.?

"Erlang"

The extremely heavy footsteps ran over, and for a moment, they were as thunder as thunder. The crescent Zen Staff waved and drew an arc in the air. The two figures suddenly collided.

The Mars exploded and splashed in the body of Xuantian Hunyuan. In the moment of the fight, the soil under the two of them opened and sank deep. Lu Zhishen had great force, and his strong legs were filled with force. "Ah" he roared, pushed forward with great enthusiasm, and pushed Bai Ning's foot deep in the soil for two steps.

"The monk is so strong..." Bai Ning held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Silver threads floated in the wind, and the voice asked the other party softly: "Have you heard the sound of blood in the wind..."

Lu Zhishen was stunned. The next moment, he saw the shiny sword body passing through his eyes, reflecting his anger and surprised expression. The moment the sword passed, the straw raincoat on his body was broken, and it was broken into two pieces, half hanging on his body, and the other half fell to the ground.

Monk Hua looked down at the location of his heart on his chest. There was no wound at all. A hole was suddenly opened, and a blood light rushed out, instantly dyeing his monk's robe red.

"You... a thief..."

After a moment of silence, his body swayed and fell down. At this moment, Bai Ning's figure had already stood a few steps away, the tip of the sword was slanted down, the sword body trembled slightly, and a buzzing softly.

Then, even though he didn't even look at the two people lying in a pool of blood, he walked straight into the ruined temple.

"What a fast sword..." Wei Zhongxian's pupils shrank to the extreme, and he couldn't see clearly how the other party drew the sword just now. He quickly followed the monk's robe with monk Hua. The wound was flat and even, not like a fake.

At this time, he raised his head and looked at the back, "If Yan Qing and Li Shishi really killed them, I'm afraid this matter was not set up by him Bai Ning, then we will feel at ease."

Thinking of it, he followed in. Yan Qing had already struggled to stand in front of Li Shishi, and his voice was saying, and the bonfire was flashing and dark.

"Brother of righteousness..."

“Super the Lord….”

“…I am here to kill you…”

"Supermaster, Yan Qing is sorry for you. Please let Shishi go... I'll die." He looked at Wei Zhongxian behind him, and his eyes were almost about to get up like a fire and wanted to hit him, "Wei thief! You will be terrified of doing such stealing things."

"Xiao Yi…..Don't talk."

There was no expression on Bai Ning's face, and the clouds and sunshine were in the fire. He gently touched Yan Qing's head with a cold light flashed, and with a puff, the blood spread out in front of his chest.

"ah"

Li Shishi covered her screaming mouth, hugged the cradle and stared at the slowly falling figure, screaming sadly, and her whole body trembled and leaned towards the corner, unable to say a word.

The expressionless face became gloomy under the fire.

Bai Ning looked at Li Shishi and walked over. His spare hand stretched out and hugged the cradle from the already dull woman's hand. His cold eyes flashed across the corner of his eyes and looked at the other party, "Empress Shu, do you have anything else to say to the official family? This governor can help you pass it on."

"Tell the official family... There was once a woman in this world who loved him, missed him, gave birth to children for him, and was willing to die for his face."

Bai Ning nodded, held the little prince in the cradle with one hand, and turned around for a moment, and stabbed the sword out.

Plain white dress, blood flowers blooming...

Her simple hands grabbed the child weakly. Looking at Bai Ning's arms, Li Shishi's pale face suddenly showed a lot of pain, in vain. She wished she could be with her child, watching him grow up, and to give birth to children.

His arms fell down and his body leaned against the broken wall.

"Bai Ning... I wish you what you want... to come true."

As she died, she said something, and the temperature began to gradually disappear from her.

"Wow wow wow" seemed to know that her mother had left, and the baby in the cradle cried loudly, resounding all night.

Bai Ning walked to the door and gently patted the cradle with his palm. He turned to the person beside him with a cold face: "Are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, leave, let them corpse and the wilderness."

"Admiral Bai is indeed a cruel person, his confidant, and his sister kills him as soon as she says he wants to kill him. He is really a role model of Zhongxian." Wei Zhongxian walked to the position side by side with him, glanced at the crying baby and left with the Tianqi Sword.

Bai Ning teased the little prince, and a smile appeared on Bingxue's face, "Your Majesty in the future, come and call me uncle and listen."

The laughter floated in the wind, the figure swayed like a ghost, and disappeared at the entrance of the temple in a few moves. The night wind was still blowing, and a few lonely souls slowly left the road.

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The lonely temple in the mountains and wild temples came west, and Yinshuang paved a mountain road. Two figures came over to each other and spoke in silence. One of the petite figures took out a note and looked carefully under the torch held by the man, looked at it on tiptoe, and then pointed at the dilapidated temple not far ahead.

"Brother Bao, it should be there. There is only a temple here within a radius of dozens of miles."

The man held a torch in one hand and the other was hanging on his chest with a bandage. He looked left and right, and then he quickly walked over. As soon as he arrived at the temple gate, he wrinkled his nose, "It smells bloody... Feng Mei is careful, and she doesn't know what happened to the person who passed the note to me and my wife here."

"Yes." The woman in black nodded, and a short blade was drawn behind her waist and shook her hands.

The firelight shone around, and then the woman pointed at the two burly corpses lying on the base of the wall, "The two Buddhists seem to be dead."

"Come and take the torch, madam." The man next to him walked over and squatted down, sniffed, and then pulled open the monk's chest. The blood had solidified, but the pierced wound was still shocking.

"Looking at the sight of these two people, they should have killed themselves with one sword." The man examined and explained, his eyes couldn't help but become solemn.

"I only remember one person who can do this for such a fast sword."

The woman also squatted down, frowned, and whispered: "Admiral Bai from the East Factory?"

Next to him, the man nodded. "Let's go in and take a look."

Just as he got up, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the wrist pulse door of the corpse, and his tone was a little surprised: "No... they are not dead yet..." He quickly reached into the heart of the corpse's vest with his hands and said affirmatively: "The sword wiped his heart, but I don't know what method was used to make them feel like they were heartbroken."

As he said, he ran into the temple. When he saw the man lying on the ground, he exclaimed that his wife came over and helped to pull the other party straight. "It was Commander Yan... He was also hit by the sword, and he was like the two people at the door. It seemed that they were all under Admiral Bai's hands."

The woman nodded, she held the torch and took a photo in the temple, and then she found a woman in a not far corner, "Brother Bao, there is one here."

She examined the other party's situation according to her husband's technique, and it turned out that they were all fake deaths exactly the same.

"Since Admiral Bai wants to stab them with a sword, why don't he kill them?" The woman looked at her husband in confusion.

The man was silent for a moment, "It should be that he wanted to save them... Fengmei, hurry up and go back to the village to call a few farmers who are tight-lipped to come and help me, and I will stay to take care of them."

"Okay, Brother Bao, then be more careful. I don't want the child to lose his father before he was born." The woman handed the short knife to her husband, and after giving some advice, she held the torch and rushed back.

The man hugged Yan Qing in his arms and shook her, but when he saw that the other party still had no reaction, he sighed and hid himself in the darkness, waiting for his wife to bring someone over.
Chapter completed!