Hidden Blade Chapter 145: Votation certificate
Heavy rain poured down on the gate of Linglong Pavilion.
In the inner garden of Zhongfu, the wet purple-robed boy slowly opened his eyes.
The sky passed from far away, with bursts of roar and dazzling light from time to time, which pierced the boy's eyes with pain.
He sat up and was taken aback.
seems to be thinking about why he is here.
was another ray of light lit up, accompanied by a cry of pain.
The young man woke up suddenly at that moment, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the light was shining.
I saw four figures fighting each other above the sky.
The pupils of the boy suddenly dilated at that time, and he remembered what happened. It was Zhong Changhen who knocked him out here.
He stood up and wanted to do something anxiously, but not to mention that this level of battle is something he can't participate in at all. The height of the sky alone is far from being able to go in a secluded realm. To the place.
Therefore, he can only look at the sky, but can't do anything.
At this time, I saw Si Bailan with white hair scattered. With a long sword in his hand, he swung away the three people who had been besieged. Then a red light flashed between his eyebrows, and his speed suddenly increased a few minutes. Like a ghost, he slammed in front of the man in the seven-star black robe.
In the exclamation of the other two, the man in the seven-star black robe halted and froze in place.
When the other two saw this, they hurriedly wanted to rescue, but there was a sneer from the corner of the blank mouth, and a howling sound like an evil spirit suddenly sounded in his body. One head had double horns and his back was stretched. Wing's evil **** phantom appeared from behind him at that time, the majestic aura swayed like ripples.
The evil **** appeared, with a wave of his huge arm, Zhong Changhen in the red robe was caught off guard. He was beaten up by the evil spirit and flew out from the sky. .
At that time, Si Baikong pulled out the long sword in his hand, and the figure in the seven-star black robe immediately fell straight down from the sky like a puppet with a missing line. Si Baikong didn't even look at the dead head teacher, turning his eyes to Ning Zhumang on the other side.
Ning Zhumang saw that Long Congyun died in battle, and Zhong Changhen was defeated, knowing that today there is no chance to kill Si Bai.
He simply stopped, and looked at Si blank space with deep eyes.
The two eyes passed through the dense night, through the pouring rain curtain, through the roar of thunder, and met in mid-air.
"You lost." Si Baikong said at that time, with extremely strange blood glowing in his eyes.
Ning Zhumang smiled tragically when he heard the words.
He looked at the three majestic peaks under the rain curtain, sighed heavily, and said dejectedly: "Yeah, lost?"
The blood in the blank eyes of Shi brightened a bit, "You hurt Gongsun Ming and Zhu Longqi, and almost put my Linglong Pavilion in danger. I can't keep you." There is no lack of regret in the tone.
"It is indeed Zhumang's fault for not killing them, and I am ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors." Ning Zhumang also expressed regret. It's just that the conversation between the two is obviously not on the same line.
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Song Yueming, who was soaked all over, dragged Zhong Changhen, who was not far away, back into the courtyard in a panic.
"Uncle Shi!" He shook the red robe old man vigorously, trying to wake him from his coma.
Zhong Changhen slowly opened his eyes.
He raised his eyes to look at Ning Zhumang who was facing Si Bailan, and then at the purple-robed boy with an anxious look in front of him.
"Zhu Xian's calculations are really good." He said so, his face pale and angry.
"Uncle Shi didn't kill Zhu Longqi?" The purple-robed boy was taken aback when he heard the words, but he didn't know what happened during his coma, but from the tone of Zhong Changhen's I heard something.
The weak Zhong Changhen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I wish Longqi has a life-saving treasure, we are too careless."
Song Yueming's heart sank after hearing that, wishing the dragon will not die, the cooperation between Linglong Pavilion and Changyesi will definitely continue, so, isn't the sacrifice of the few people today in vain?
He gritted his teeth at that time: "Uncle Master, where is Zhu Longqi, I will kill him!" Then, he raised the long sword that fell on the side, and the light in his eyes was determined. "You Gongsun Ming, how did you kill him?" Zhong Changhen hurriedly grabbed the young man. Such violent movements affected the injuries in his body and made his face paler.
"Is there no way then? Just watch Linglong Pavilion destroy the millennium heritage and reputation in Si Bailan's hands!" the boy asked, the look in his eyes extremely anxious.
The old man lowered his head and was silent.
Such a reaction undoubtedly caused Song Yueming's heart to sink to the bottom. He gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up again.
"Let me try it, Master! Even if I die, I will try it!"
said these words, and the low-headed Zhong Changhen suddenly thought of something. He looked at the two people who were facing the sky, and then at the young man in front of him. Suddenly said: "There is another way..."
"What?" The young man hurriedly asked after hearing this.
"You come here with your ears." Zhong Changhen said.
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"Zhumang... Of all the disciples, I like the most, and the one I trust the most is you, but why, even you don’t understand?" Ning Zhumang’s attitude made Si Bailan a little irritable, he asked. , The complex emotions of anger, regret, and incomprehension are wrapped in the voice.
"The disciple understands, but the uncle master doesn't understand. The lesson of the uncle Mangji was still before his eyes, but the uncle did not understand it." Ning Zhumang was much calmer than Si Baikong's irritable, he said. , Staring straight at the old man with tousled hair.
The look inexplicably makes Si blank at the moment very unhappy.
"I am not the same as him. He is demonized, but I can control it. Look at me, am I like him back then!?" The old man roared, his high-pitched voice spit out like thunder. Generally, rumbling.
Ning Zhumang heard the words and fell silent.
He calmly looked up and down Si Baikong, as if he was really as Si Baikong had said, considering the difference between him and the Mangji Sword Fairy.
Then.
"Too much like." Ning Zhumang said, his voice calm as if he was telling an indisputable fact.
's words undoubtedly pierced the pain of Zhongsi blank, the breath of his body became more and more violent at that moment, and the evil **** phantom behind him let out a miserable roar, and the terrifying voice crushed the roaring thunder. The sound shook the rainstorm all over the sky, and an aura like the end of the day lingered in the sky above Linglong Pavilion.
The light in Ning Zhuman’s pupils condensed, and he found that his master's aura seemed a bit stronger compared to when he was fighting Yuan Guilong the day before.
"So, the old man can only kill you." At this time, Si Bai's gloomy voice sounded again, his white hair was raised indiscriminately, his black robe was agitated high, and the breath all over his body was strange and cold.
"But please die." Ning Zhumang stretched out his hand, and the strength of his body rose at that moment.
Although he was far away from the imposing Si Bai, there was no half of fear in his eyes, on the contrary, it was calm and terrifying.
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"Uncle Master! This can't be done! How can I do such a violent thing!" Song Yueming exclaimed, her face full of astonishment.
"This is the only way. To save Linglong Pavilion, you must have the determination to bear the sins." Zhong Changhen said, his pale face was flushed with red waves at that time, as if his physical condition It's better.
"But..." Song Yueming wanted to say something, but the clock Changhen suddenly sat up, and when he patted Song Yueming's shoulder, Song Yueming's body turned around involuntarily at that time.
He wanted to stop Zhong Changhen’s subsequent movements, but found that his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, unable to move at all.
"Remember, live! Must live!" Zhong Changhen said, his whole body sank, and he sat cross-legged behind Song Yueming, his hands connected several marks at the pubic area, and then, his eyes The middle light flashed, both palms flicked out, and they patted Song Yueming's back straight.
At that time, Song Yueming's body shook. He felt a majestic force rolling into his body along the place where he was in contact with Zhong Changhen, traversing his limbs, and hiding in his pylorus. middle.
The look on Song Yueming's face changed from shock to horror, from panic to despair, and finally turned into collapse.
He can clearly feel that the breath of the old man behind him is getting weaker and weaker over time, but he can't do anything, not even a single sound.
At that moment, the purple-robed boy finally felt the deepest feeling about his own weakness and his inability.
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Ning Zhumang is not Sikong’s opponent after all.
The two played against each other for only two rounds, and Si Baikong caught a glimpse of the opportunity.
Ning Zhumang's body shook, and a shocking blood hole appeared in his chest, and the evil spirits in the sky seemed to have found an opportunity at that time, flooding into his body along the wound. The meridians in his body withered and died at a speed visible to the naked eye...
In an instant, he lost the power to stand out of thin air, and fell straight like a kite with a broken wire.
He stared at the sky with wide-open eyes, and countless pictures of the past flashed in his mind.
He thought of the woman's whirling tears when he left with his sleeves that year.
He thought of the green tomb when he returned, and the baby girl waiting to be fed.
He thought about the entrustment of the master before his death, and the life and death of tens of thousands of disciples...
Boom!
There was a roar in the sky.
brought Ning Zhumang's thoughts back to reality, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the situation in a mansion on the mountain top in the distance.
Ning Zhumang was stunned.
Then a smile appeared on the bloodless face.
Dark clouds cover the sun, and heavy rain.
The spark is not extinguished, and the spark is not extinguished.
He muttered to himself like this, finally closing his eyes.
accompanied by a bang, his body fell to the ground, bloody.
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Si blank space dropped his eyes calmly.
Thousands of disciples on the ground looked at Si blank space with extreme fear and fanaticism. Some of them are almost glowing with the same red light, gathered together, this situation is weird to the extreme.
"Where is Zhong Changhate?" Si Baikong asked in a deep voice, his white hair scattered indiscriminately. At that time, the fairy seemed to be quite old for a moment.
"The disciple just now saw Zhong Changhen that the culprit was dragged into the Zhong Mansion by Song Yueming." At this time, a disciple in the crowd quickly stepped forward and said, but it was Lang Chaosha who had just died of the master, but At this moment, there is no sadness on his face~IndoMTL.com~, on the contrary, it is full of flattery and smirk.
"Huh?" Si blank space raised his brows when he heard the words, then turned around and strode towards the Zhong Mansion.
Lang Chaosha behind saw this and hurried to keep up.
When they brought them to the gate of Zhong Mansion, it rained even more.
The dome seems to have been stabbed with a huge breach by something, and the rain is pouring down, as if to submerge the world.
Si Bai stood still in front of the mansion gate, and Lang Chaosha behind him quickly understood.
He strode to the gate of the mansion, and shouted towards the mansion with pretentiousness: "Song Yueming, your death date is here, you dare to harbor the thief..."
His words were just general, and one thing was thrown out of the courtyard at that time, tumbling on the ground for a while, and finally landed at the feet of Si blank space.
At that time, the people looked down, and then they were shocked to find that the thing was actually a head.
Zhong Changhen's head.
Squeak!
With a soft sound, the gate of the courtyard was opened.
A wet purple robe boy strode out at that time.
He didn't even look at the ugly look on Lang Chaosha's face, and walked straight to Si blank space.
He knelt down on one knee and said loudly.
"The disciple does not humiliate the teacher's name, the rebel Zhong Changhen has already fallen down, his head is here, but please respect the master."
The boy lowered his head.
The rain washed over his body, running down the tips of his hair.
His face is covered with water stains.
But no one can tell whether it is rain or tears.