Hidden Blade Chapter 216: Sure Sing

Si Bailan's eyes are dark, his face is stern, and he doesn't mean to respond at all to Ning Zhumang's questioning.

"The Great Sword of Rebellion" is still being driven crazily by him. He seems to have fallen into madness, unwilling to die, and even more unwilling to wake up from the dream of Huang Liang in the prosperous age of the sect.

This is a very pitiful thing, and of course it is also a very pitiful thing.

Ning Zhumang, who did not get a reply, sighed deeply. He sighed in his heart: It seems that after all, he still has to use the last back hand... Although it is unavoidable that Linglong Pavilion's last face is also In vain, although it is inevitable that the sect that he used to protect with all his strength will become a laughing stock in the mouths of high-ranking officials and dignitaries after Da Zhou. But in order to keep the last pitiful reputation of Linglong Pavilion, he had to do this.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhumang no longer hesitated anymore, his face turned straight, and a gloomy method was about to be displayed by him, but at this moment, Si Baikong had also pulled away Ning Zhumang. With the last devilish energy in his body, he stood up abruptly, and the long sword inserted into Ning Zhumang's lower abdomen was also pulled out by him at that time, and a blood line was pulled out at the same time, pouring out on the ground. Blood stains.

"I'm not reconciled..." Si blank space, who once again possessed the majestic devilish energy, stood with his hand held down. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down at Ning Zhumang who was kneeling on one knee, and finally said for the first time.

At this time, Ning Zhumang has probably lost the last bit of pity for Si blank space, and he has no intention of entangled with this topic, but it will take some time for him to use the last hole cards. In order to gain this time, he had to suppress his unrelenting heart and vacillate.

"Uncle Master is your unwillingness, Linglong Pavilion has just come to where it is today." Ning Zhumang responded softly.

"Since you have reached such a field, why don't you try again!" Si Baikong didn't seem to notice Ning Zhumang's strangeness, and continued to whisper.

"Try it, I'm afraid it will only fulfill that person's wish."

"That person?"

"Uncle Master knows who I am talking about."

"Have you seen him?"

"I was lucky enough to meet the leader of Yuan Yuan and Mo Jianxian, and I met that person with them."

"Where is Yuan Guilong and Mo Chenzi?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"Well. Died in the hands of that person."

Ning Zhumang nodded. After he said this, his body slowly stood up. Although the shocking sword wound on his lower abdomen was still dripping with blood, he didn't realize it. . He was ready when he remembered, and the last hole card to fight for his life has been wound up like an arrow, ready to go. His eyes narrowed, and his body arched slightly, like a cheetah in the creeping dense forest, aiming at his favorite prey, the next moment he will fly out, take out the opponent's life, and of course also pay his own life.

But he didn't hesitate for a while. In fact, what Ning Zhumang had in his eyes at this moment was only a determination that was as hard as iron.

"Well, is that so?" Si blank space nodded. He didn't seem to notice the strangeness of Ning Zhumang. After saying this, he stood still and pondered for a few breaths, and it was here. After several breaths, Ning Zhumang had already come to a place within three feet of him.

This is a very delicate distance. As long as one step forward, Ning Zhumang can start the thing, and he is sitting like this, one of his feet stretched out, hanging forward, and about to fall .

But at this moment, Si blank space ended his brief indulgence, and said softly: "I want to try too."

After hearing this, Ning Zhumang's outstretched foot hung in the air, not retracting, let alone falling.

He looked at Si Baikong with a weird look, and was about to ask something, but at that moment Si Baikong's hand suddenly stretched out, and a black air welled out of his palm, going straight to nowhere. The place where Song Yueming, who is so great in the distance, is located.

Ning Zhumang's heart was shocked. Because of the secret method that was activated in his body, he had no time to rescue him, so he could only watch the black energy pouring into Song Yueming's body.

But the tragic scene Ning Zhumang imagined did not appear. Instead, with the influx of the black energy, Song Yueming’s old face turned back in time and began to gradually return to its original appearance. , The aura of malaise all over his body gradually became longer and longer.

In this way, his injury was repaired from the inside and outside at a speed visible to the naked eye, and this incident was only over, the blank hand stretched out again, and another black air He flew out of his hand and poured into the Xingtian sword, so a red phantom that was about to dissipate gradually became solid under the nourishment of the black energy.

"Uncle Shi!" Ning Zhumang, who had witnessed this series of changes, seemed to think of something. He shouted at Si Baikong, his tone of voice unexpectedly a little hurried.

Si blank space turned his head when he heard the words, and his dark eyes became clear again. He looked at Ning Zhumang, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and a smile was drawn.

It was a smile from Ning Zhumang's memory that hadn't appeared on Si Bai's face for a long time.

Brilliant and true.

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"Linglong Pavilion cannot be broken in my hands. You must live, whether you rebuild the sect or live in the mountains and forests in seclusion, as you said, as long as you live, the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion will not be broken."

"And since I have lost my way, no matter whether it is the abyss or the Jiuyou Purgatory, I have to go and see, for myself and for the disciples who have been harmed by me..."

"Even if it pays for a small amount of sin, otherwise I close my eyes like this, I am unwilling..."

After finishing these words, Si blank space's already ragged clothes began to agitate, and the dark color once again infested his entire eyes.

The majestic black qi gushes out from under his clothes, transforms into a huge black dragon under him, and lifts his body. Then there are eight black dragons appearing in all directions, like a hundred birds facing a phoenix. He surrounded him, and then Si blank space took a deep look at Ning Zhumang, and the black dragon who sat down seemed to make a long roar.

So surrounded by the nine-headed black dragon, Si Baikong's body dragged the black air in the sky, fleeing toward the northern sky like thunder.

......

On this day, the National Religious Registration Hall of the Great Zhou Dynasty died without a problem, and 9,768 disciples of Linglong Pavilion died strangely.

On this day, the fairy elder of Linglong Pavilion, Si Bailan, disappeared. Since then, there has been no news. The dead Ning Zhumang reappeared in everyone’s field of vision, and once again took over the position of instructor of Linglong Pavilion. The Linglong Pavilion, formerly known as the first sect of the Great Zhou Dynasty, had only two disciples left, one head teacher and one master of the sword hall...

On this day, living on the top of Yaqi Mountain among the Three Kingdoms of Xia, Zhou and Chen, the Nine Dragons is coming with immortals, the sky is full of demons, the sky is angered, and thunder is flashing. And in the Fenglai Pavilion where Yuanguilong and Mo Chenzi were buried, on this day, another corpse was filled...

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