This is what villains are like

"How long are you going to keep pretending?"

Seeing that bloody figure appearing in front of Ye Ming, blocking him, Ling Zhuyun's jade face became even more frosty.

Ye Ming's face was ugly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he didn't know how to explain.

On the hilltop not far away, Jiang Lan looked at this scene with a faint smile on his lips.

In Niwan Palace, luck is churning.

The backup plan he arranged behind him has not yet appeared. Now Ling Zhuyun is already very disappointed with Ye Ming and has killed him.

Of course, all this was within his expected plan.

There is still one last step left before the two of them truly break up and Ling Zhuyun is completely disappointed with Ye Ming.

Thinking like this, his mind moved slightly again.

The blood mist steaming from Wanling Blood Puppet's body became thicker and thicker, and its aura rose, far more powerful than before. Without giving Ling Zhuyun any chance to react, he pounced on her.

On the emerald and clear Bihu Lake, a ray of light bloomed, sword lights crisscrossed, and moonlight fell. It was beautiful but full of murderous intent. The battle shocked the world and was fierce.

The blood shadow flickered, as if turning into a rolling river of blood, drowning towards Ling Zhuyun.

The palm shrouded in a crimson blood-colored robe was cold and bloodless. It just slapped away, and the void rumbled, as if it was about to collapse.

The Wanling Blood Puppet is powerful, physically tyrannical, and has no consciousness.

Even if he was slashed by the Dao sword in Ling Zhuyun's hand, he still chose to resist and had no intention of evading at all.

The terrifying momentum frightened many monks around and became frightened.

Clang, Clang, Clang...

In the void, the moon glow bloomed, sparks splashed everywhere, as if the heavenly soldiers were clashing and colliding, the lake surface boiled, and the waves soared into the sky.

Ling Zhuyun's face was covered with frost, and she held a Dao sword in her delicate hands.

Although she does not major in swordsmanship, she is like a female swordswoman at this moment, leaning on her sword across the sky, whizzing past one after another with sword light. Although she is ethereal and out of the world, she is murderous.

The Wanling Blood Puppet's expression was indifferent and ruthless, shrouded in endless blood light. With a wave of his hand, the blood light condensed and turned into a bloody spear.

At the same time, the sound of the sea of ​​​​blood came from behind. The sea of ​​​​blood was surging, pungent and bloody, as if it was dragging everyone into it.

Chi, chi, chi...

The void was pierced, and the Wanling Blood Puppet quickly took action, its figure like a rainbow, killing Ling Zhuyun.

At the same time, a phantom of a blood river condensed out from behind him, bursting out with endless killing energy and a torrent of blood.

Boom!

At this time, the sky shook, and a figure flew over and joined the battle.

As soon as Li Dao took action, a golden seal flew out from his sleeve, covering the world, and a shocking aura erupted, suppressing all directions, as if it could kill everything!

There is no doubt that this is a terrifying rare treasure. As soon as Hajime sacrifices it, he displays an extremely powerful aura.

"Too deceiving."

"Do you really think that my holy religion has no one?"

Not far away, a young figure who was fighting for the light group transformed by the four saints' phantoms roared angrily when he saw it. His body was also shrouded in blood and his face was covered. He abandoned his opponent and came to help.

"The Blood Immortal Sect has been dormant for so many years, but it really has no intention of giving up..."

"Aren't you afraid of being liquidated later?"

Li Daoyi asked calmly.

"Haha, as a true disciple of Taiyi Sect, Li Daoyi, don't you feel humiliated and ridiculous to be reduced to the lackey of this second generation ancestor?"

The young figure shrouded in blood sneered. He did not show his true appearance. He was obviously a disciple of a certain major sect established by the Blood Immortal Sect.

Li Dao was silent.

Immediately, the two of them started fighting on the green lake. The light and shadow were surging, and the terrifying aura overflowed. The monks around them quickly retreated, not daring to get close.

"Zhu Yun, this person and I don't know each other at all. You have to believe me..."

"I have no intention of being an enemy of you. Just calm down first and I will definitely give you an explanation."

Ye Ming looked ugly and kept talking.

But at this moment, no matter what he said in the transmission, Ling Zhuyun had no scruples and kept attacking, locking him with murderous intent.

Moreover, even in the face of the joint siege from him and the bloody figure, he did not fall behind at all.

He really couldn't argue, no matter what he said, it was of no use, but he didn't want to hurt Ling Zhuyun, so he could only resist and dodge.

But Ling Zhuyun firmly believed that he was colluding with the Blood Immortal Sect.

Now even these people from the Blood Immortal Sect have come to help. Even if someone who doesn't know about it sees him, they will think that he is related to the Blood Immortal Sect.

Of course, if he had time, he believed he could explain all this clearly.

But the problem is that now Ling Zhuyun doesn't give him a chance to explain at all, and seems to really intend to kill him here as a warning to others.

"It's useless to explain now. Let's think about how to get out of trouble before our identity is exposed."

"Ling Zhuyun is very powerful. You are no match for her now. If she keeps dragging you, there is no way you can seize the Four Saints Ancient Heavenly Art."

"On the contrary, after the others have won the Four Saints Ancient Heavenly Art, they will definitely turn their guns and attack you. You can't explain it now..."

The old ghost's slightly heavy words sounded in Ye Ming's heart.

Ye Ming was unwilling and frustrated. This feeling of knowing his innocence but not knowing how to explain it made him angry and powerless.

What made him most angry and unwilling was that even Ling Zhuyun doubted him. Originally, he thought that Ling Zhuyun would always believe in him.

"Damn it..."

His mind was spinning, he took a deep breath, knowing that there was no hope of explanation at the moment, Ye Ming shouted angrily.

He stood on the blue lake, like the son of God. As he waved his fist, the strong wind shook, and collided with Ling Zhuyun's sword, making a terrifying sound that made people's eardrums explode.

Ling Zhuyun's eyes were cold and she didn't say a word.

If Ye Ming really had nothing to do with the Blood Immortal Sect, how could anyone come to help him at this time? Could it be that the people from the Blood Immortal Sect deliberately framed him?

Now she only regrets that she did not discover Ye Ming's ambition earlier. If she had believed in Jiang Lan earlier, maybe the matter would not have been so tragic and unable to end.

boom! ! !

The moon appeared behind her, the cold light was shining, and the murderous intention was cold, as if she had transformed into a supreme magic weapon.

Every ray of moonlight clanked like a divine sword, the void was turbulent, and its power soared into the sky, all attacking Ye Ming.

Ye Ming punched him one after another, while the figure quickly retreated.

Ling Zhuyun abandoned the bloody figure and went straight to kill him. Such power and murderous intent made his heart feel sad but trembling.

chi...

At this time, in the distant sky, a cold breath suddenly rushed in the direction of Ye Ming.

Accompanied by a horrifying cry that made the eardrums hurt, a shadow of a blood baby suddenly wrapped around Ye Ming, seeming to pounce on him.

Seeing this, Ye Ming had no time to react, so he could only use a shield-like magic weapon to try to resist.