Hidden Blade Chapter 212: First come, first come

Song Yueming looked at Si blank space with a mad look, smiled wryly and shook his head. Apex novels update fastest

He put away his interest in continuing to argue with Si Baikong. He knew that his master had lost the last trace of reason, no matter how great the reason, no matter how clear the logic, he would not listen, let alone, At this moment, Song Yueming didn't have the energy to talk to him again.

He is too tired.

Xing Tianjian swallowed up a lot of his vitality. He was like an old tree that was crumbling for a moment. It was rotten from the inside to the outside. Only waiting for a breeze to blow, he would crash to the ground...

His limbs and limbs continued to feel overwhelming fatigue at that time. At this time, opening his eyes gradually became a very difficult thing for him. Therefore, he simply narrowed his eyes.

"And you, go under Huangquan and witness all this!" At this time, Si Baikong's voice sounded again, and he said so, the black dragon that defeated Song Yueming immediately resurfaced beside Si Baikong. It opened its mouth, and its white fangs shone with a piercing cold light.

The smell of death enveloped Song Yueming at that time, and the black dragon slowly leaned towards him, the white fangs were close to his neck, just a light bite would make him bloody. Head separation.

Since the rainy night in Linglong Pavilion, Song Yueming thought of today.

He is ready, for the faith, for the sect.

He is not afraid of the imminent death, he is just unwilling to be at the end, he still can't change anything. This is of course a very sad thing, but surprisingly, at the moment before death came, he did not worry about it anymore.

He thought of her, of the child who still couldn't speak.

Suddenly a bitter smile appeared on his face. He thought he had given everything for the sect. He thought he had fulfilled all his promises. Then he could have a clear conscience, and he could shut down at this moment. Put your eyes on.

But in fact, he was far from rest assured. Only then did he realize that he was worthy of the sect, but owed too much to some people.

He suddenly understood what Ning Zhumang said, he is not a hero, he is just a selfish **** who abandons his wife and children.

The huge body of the black dragon enveloped him, and the foreground of his eyes also darkened.

I don't know if it was because of the glimmer of light when he died, or because he was too weak. In a daze, he saw something light up in the dark, one after another, that was the night sky and starlight. Then in front of his eyes, a green figure ran under the shining light of the stars, and a familiar voice rang in his ears: "I, Xia Zichuan, I will not marry in this life."

Song Yueming suddenly woke up. This was the Linglong Pavilion that year.

A real smile appeared on his pale and wrinkled face: "Xiao Xu is here... Zichuan... I'm sorry..."

He said so, the eyes that had been narrowed with only an imperceptible gap finally closed.

......

Death did not come as expected.

A long sigh came to Song Yueming before death.

The sigh was a little irritating, like a sigh that a villager in the wild was dissatisfied with the gains and losses of a three-acre land, but he couldn't help but when he sighed.

Song Yueming was stunned, he felt something, he closed his eyes and opened suddenly at that time.

What you see is not the darkness you imagined. The huge dragon that hung over his head disappeared uncomfortably. Instead, he was replaced by a man with white eyebrows and black hair in a black gown. Not far away, the black dragon that couldn't even fight the Xingtian Sword fell to the ground. Although it seemed that he was inadvertently defeated because of a surprise attack, and there were no injuries on his body, he was able to do this. It can already be called a very incredible thing.

"The head teacher..." Song Yueming muttered while looking at the figure behind him. He then remembered that it seemed that the head teacher hadn't made any real moves by then.

The man with white eyebrows and black hair turned his head slightly, and the light from the corner of his eyes fell on Song Yueming's body: "It's hard to be a teacher, and it's even harder to be a father."

"You have to work hard."

After he said this, regardless of whether Song Yueming understood what he meant, he turned his head again and looked at the old man who was also looking at him at that time.

Then he respectfully arched his hand towards the old man and said: "Ning Zhumang, the twelfth-generation disciple of Linglong Pavilion, please enlighten me."

The imposing Si blank space did not immediately respond to Ning Zhumang’s words. He frowned surprisingly, the black energy all over his body surged, and the light in his dark eyes flickered. He seemed to be looking at Ning Zhumang. .

This is a very unusual thing. His unusualness is with him. Since he has already made up his mind to get rid of everyone, he will naturally no longer have the slightest chance of keeping his hand with his blank mind. Suddenly he Naturally, he stopped because of weird reasons such as soft-heartedness, but in fact, he was vigilant. Be wary of Ning Zhumang who hadn't paid attention to him before, but suddenly shot.

Such vigilance is not without reason.

He knew very well what level his cultivation level had reached after absorbing the power of those disciples. Someone said that a monk in the Dayan Realm was an ordinary immortal and he wanted to kill it, and he came here at his fingertips. The black dragon that he was going to capture Song Yueming's cultivation base was not fully inspired by him, but its power should not be underestimated, but Ning Zhumang just shot the black dragon into the air with just one shot, saving Song Yueming.

Obviously this is not something that an ordinary Great Evolution Realm cultivator can do~ IndoMTL.com~ After experiencing the accident that almost died in the hands of Song Yueming before, Si blank space became vigilant, so he looked carefully. Yifan, the man with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth, did not get any results he wanted, and then said in a calm voice: "Are you in a hurry to die?"

Compared with Si Baikong's appearance like an enemy, Ning Zhumang looked very light and breezy.

He smiled again and groaned: "Uncle Shi also said that he was going to die."

"Everything pays attention to elders and inferiority. There is no elder in this world who is still alive, but it is the truth that the younger generation should die in front."

Hearing this, the black mansions in Si Bai's eyes were full, and he solemnly said: "Your kung fu on your lips is a bit of the true biography of the brother, but it is a pity that you have not learned the righteousness of the sect." /

After that, with a wave of his long sleeves, the black dragon was once again infused with a majestic black energy, and its aura made a long roar at that time, engulfing the black air all over the sky. , Straight to kill Ning Zhumang.

Faced with the black dragon who was several times stronger than before, Ning Zhumang still had that faint smile on his face.

He shook his head and said softly: "What are the words of Uncle Shi? After Master left, Ning has always looked forward to Master Uncle's head."

"Uncle Master asked me to do what I would naturally do..."

"What the uncle let me learn, I will naturally..."

"What to learn..."

Speaking of this, Ning Zhumang’s tone suddenly became gloomy and cold, and his low head suddenly lifted up at that moment. Only then did Si Blanket see clearly that Ning Zhumang’s eyes were enveloped by him. The same pitch black color.

Behind him, a lion bathed in monstrous black air gradually emerged...