This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 108 Passionate but always seems ruthless

Qing Yun's disciples rushed over like a tide, forming a circle around the two.

Kong Rong snorted coldly, raised his hand and attacked the nearest disciple.

Before Yin Jing could react, they had already fought into a ball.

Ruined--

There are only these three words left in Yin Jing's mind.

When Rong Hua rushed over, Yin Jing was seriously injured, and her goose-yellow clothes were soaked by the snow.

Someone wanted to put Yin Jing to death, but just as he was about to solve it with a single move, a figure suddenly flashed over, and the extremely powerful sword swung the disciple back two steps.

As soon as Yin Jing saw Rong Hua, her eyes were red with grievances, and she called out weakly, "Ah Hua..."

As soon as his feet were weak, just when he was about to fall, a pair of strong feet supported his waist. Ronghua held Quehua, put his arms around Yin Jing, and looked coldly at the disciple who was facing him with a sword.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Ling frowned. He was radiant and dressed in white, and said loudly, "Ronghua, do you know who the person next to you is?"

Although the disciples around were not doing anything, they looked at Rong Hua with doubts and anger.

"Ah Hua..." Even being held in Rong Hua's arms, Yin Jing still couldn't control her whole body trembling, her clear eyes were full of fear, she was afraid, afraid that Rong Hua would abandon her.

Seeing Jiang Ling looking at her indifferently, as if her head would be chopped off in the next second, tears almost fell out of her eyes in fright, like a child who was afraid of being abandoned, she grabbed Ronghua's clothes tightly.

"Don't be afraid." Rong Hua didn't say anything, just two words made Yin Jing not so afraid.

Of course Jiang Ling heard it too, and he was furious, "You actually protect the demons! How can you be worthy of the master's training by doing this! Are you worthy of the disciples of the Qingyun sect!"

The evil sect and the decent sect were originally opposites, separated by a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and there was almost no one in the sect who did not hate the demons.

They are violent and cruel, regard human life as nothing, have no humanity, no conscience, only know how to kill and torture.

How many disciples in the sect became orphans and beggars because of the demons, and finally entered the fairy sect.

As long as they are on the side of the demons, they are their enemies.

Everyone's eyes on Rong Hua changed, disappointment, disgust, anger, and... killing intent.

Rong Hua was not afraid, and remained as cold as before, only indifferently said: "She is innocent, she has never killed or hurt anyone."

Jiang Ling said coldly: "Who would believe you if you say nothing? Let alone whether he hurt anyone or not, it is the monster she let go tonight. Do you know how many people he hurt and how many people he killed? "

Rong Hua first glanced at Yin Jing in his arms, and Yin Jing immediately explained: "I didn't know he killed so many people. If I knew, I would definitely not save him!"

I don't know if Rong Hua believed it, but the expression on his face was rare and unfathomable, his narrow and dark eyes were full of darkness, and his tone was indifferent, "If that's the case, then you just kill that monster."

He obviously wanted to protect the demons in his arms, Jiang Ling's eyes became colder and colder, "I'm stubborn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ling didn't want to waste any more words, so he raised his sword and stabbed the woman in Rong Hua's arms.

Not to mention that Rong Hua's cultivation is not very good, but his swordsmanship is first-class, but no matter how good it is, it is not enough to compare with Jiang Ling, who is already in the stage of transformation.

Every movement of his was filled with surging spiritual energy, which was so piercing that he could barely open his eyes.

Rong Hua retreated step by step after being beaten, a smear of blood appeared on the left side of his face, his thin lips were pursed more and more tightly, but the hand holding Yin Jing did not loosen at all.

The more Jiang Ling fought, the more hostile he became.

Why?Why can this trash enter the eyes of the master? !
He is obviously not as good as him anywhere, but he can get everything he expects!
Is it only when this person is dead that the master will look at him more, discover the advantages of him, and notice him?
Thinking about it like this, the spiritual power emanating from Jiang Ling's body became stronger and stronger, and his sword skills became faster and faster, almost to the point where he could not see clearly with the naked eye.

No one noticed a gleam of red in his eyes.

Instead of targeting Yin Jing alone with his arms tied, the two of them stabbed together.

Yin Jing originally thought that they would show mercy because Rong Hua was the disciple of the immortal master, but she never thought that not only would they not show mercy, but would instead press on step by step, obviously wanting to kill the two of them.

Jiang Ling's blood was boiling, clamoring to kill him!kill him!

Unable to control it anymore, all the spiritual power was concentrated on the sword, and the blade was trembling. He looked at the position of Ronghua's heart, and without the slightest hesitation, stabbed it with one piece.

Time seemed to slow down at this time, just when everyone was blinded by the light so much that they couldn't open their eyes.

Almost subconsciously, Yin Jing stood in front of Rong Hua without hesitation. The sword pierced Yin Jing's body and his chest.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and no one made a sound for a while.

"Jiang Ling!"

It was the first time that the cold and indifferent voice used such an angry tone.

Soon a white figure appeared, with clear brows and eyes, blindfolded with a white cloth, and a perfect appearance.

He was walking over in a hurry at the moment.

Jiang Ling was awakened by the sound, he reacted, then looked down, his pupils constricted, he quickly pulled out the sword, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

The woman covered in blood slowly slid down without the support of the sword. At the last moment when she was about to fall to the ground, Rong Hua squatted on the ground to catch her.

Warm blood flowed all over his hand in an instant. That sword pierced her body, and a hole was stabbed in her chest. The blood couldn't be stopped no matter what.

It was extremely difficult for her to exhale and inhale, and there were large pools of blood pouring out of her mouth, and she could no longer see her face clearly on her delicate and fair face.

But now she is still in the mood to smile, "Am I ugly now?"

She smiled like this, but there were tears in her eyes.

Many disciples looked away, not because they couldn't bear to look, but because they felt complicated.

Rong Hua lowered his eyelashes, his expression was still cold, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, his back was still straight, as if he was indifferent.

But the slightly trembling thin lips, the red eye sockets, and the blood on his body didn't know whether it was his or Yin Jing's, and he looked very embarrassed.

It wasn't the sadness that radiated from the surface, but from the inside out.

His hands were shaking, and he was rarely at a loss.

He didn't shed tears, but what radiated from him was suffocating grief.

At this moment, everyone seemed to feel the desperation under the calmness of the man.

"Not ugly." His voice was very low, and he carefully wiped the blood on Yin Jing's face, but for some reason, the blood was getting more and more wiped off, and it couldn't be wiped clean.

(End of this chapter)