Qin Xin Jian Dan Ming Yue Tian

Ling Jianqiu hurried all the way, and arrived at the foot of Duanqing Cliff two days later.

He raised his eyes, and saw that the cliff was so high that it reached into the clouds and rose from the ground, which really seemed to be a lonely branch of heaven and earth.There are not many plants and trees on the mountain, and all the jagged rocks are sharp and strange, sticking out abruptly, like ferocious fangs.Ling Jianqiu couldn't see the top of the mountain at a glance, but he knew that even if the cliff had no end, he would still go down.

Qingyun Ladder on Duanqing Cliff, with 330, [-] steps.

It is rare for a literati to use no exaggeration and say a real number. This long uphill road-there are indeed 330 [-] levels.

Ling Jianqiufei got off the horse, tightened the belt binding the sword, and walked up with light work.On weekdays, he might still complain a few words, but at this moment, all he can think of is - go, go to that person, and never leave him again!

At the same time, in a simple hut on the Cliff of Duanqing, Ye Rongxian was sitting on an old armchair with his hands tied.The red paint on the armchair has been polished off, revealing the true color of the wood inside, and it still creaks when you sit on it.This room was similar to the armchair, dilapidated and dusty everywhere.Only the teacup is new. It seems that no one has used it for a long time, and even the tea set has to be bought now.

Probably because the scene where martial arts were completely abolished was performed realistically, and the people of the Wulin League didn't restrict him very much. Now they just sealed his Jianjing acupoint and tied his hands with ropes.At the beginning, Xu Zhengyan would come over and say something about hating iron but not steel, or persuade him to change his ways.But when he knew it was useless, he stopped coming.So Ye Si began to live day and night, he calculated carefully, it should be noon of the second day now.

Ye Rongxian regained his composure, saying that it was impossible not to panic, the opposite was Shura Golden Saber, he was a rising star even if he survived.But what Ye Si was most worried about wasn't here. For the past two days, he wondered whether Ling Jianqiu would know his intentions, and if he knew, would he come over?

Mu Mu, don't come here, otherwise, won't all my work be in vain?

Wood, it's fine if you come, anyway, I know you have me in your heart.

Just these two thoughts are entangled in my mind. Sometimes I think of the suffering I have suffered and hope that he will not come, and sometimes I think of my past with him and start praying for him to come.Ye Rongxian was so disturbed by himself that he had no choice but to take a deep breath and stare at the roof in rapt attention:

In short, as long as you are doing well.

Ye Si felt that he was actually pretty useless. From the very beginning, he only thought about Ling Jianqiu—whether it was happiness or sadness, it was all for that one person—he felt that this was not something that helped the world at all. Xia Ke, he is just an ordinary person - living for the simplest things.

He suddenly became clear in his heart, all he had to do was kill Xu Zhengyan, so that Ling Jianqiu would not have to bear anything.

other?He couldn't think of anything else.

After Ye Si made up his mind, he began to concentrate and calm his breath, he wanted to gather the scattered inner breath again and merge it into the sea of ​​energy.Although he doesn't have 60 years of skill, but he has a strong talent for exposing internal strength, and those 20 years of skill can produce effects that are unmatched by him in 60 years.

On the other hand, Ling Jianqiu walked halfway up the mountain after an hour. Looking at the endless stone steps, he suddenly felt that the name of Duanqing was quite appropriate-many people looked at the long stone steps. , will give up.But Ling Jianqiu didn't belong to that group of people, he pulled up his lightness kung fu and swept up.

Suddenly there was a flash of saber in front of him, and a guard in Tsing Yi rushed towards him.

This mountain road is steep, with sharp rocks on one side and cliffs of thousands of feet on the other.Ling Jianqiu didn't dare to procrastinate, he stabbed with his sword straight to the throat.The man died before he even saw how he drew the sword.

"Who is coming?!"

When Ling Jianqiu looked up again, there were already twenty or thirty guards standing on the narrow mountain path.He didn't wipe off the bloodstains on the water sword, but raised a sword flower.The blood on the blade was thrown out, turned into blood beads, and landed on those people's throats with great precision.Ling Jianqiu's long sword didn't stop, and he handed out a blow of flying snow, and the people around fell backwards - they only had a sword wound in the throat, which pierced in from the blood spot impartially.And Ling Jianqiu's sword was too fast, those people didn't start bleeding from their throats until they fell to the ground.Crimson blood was reflected all over the mountain steps, spreading down like a stream.

Seeing this, the rest of the people stepped back, and the alarm bell sounded on the mountain road.

Ling Jianqiu raised his head and smiled, he was as gloomy as a ghost, his eagle-like eyes were filled with enemy blood, the red was a bit fierce.

The next moment, the white clothes swept by like a wind, and everyone couldn't see his movements clearly. They only felt a chill on his neck, and then the bright red blood spurted out uncontrollably.

Ling Jianqiu's white clothes were covered with blood, sticky and fishy.His eyes were as cold as ice, and he suddenly paused:

"Where is Ye Rongxian?"

Everyone gasped, fine frost was rising from the Duan Shui sword, and the frost and snow were made of blood, with a strange red color.They took a step back, and Ling Jianqiu took a step up, forcing them to the barren lawn on the mountainside.

Seeing the open terrain, those people retreated suddenly, and then attacked Ling Jianqiu in a double-team.

Ling Jianqiu's sword move changed suddenly, he took a breath, and drew a circle under his feet with the tip of the sword, and the biting cold air diffused out.He smirked: "If you can die under the Duan Shui sword, you can rest in peace even if you are ghosts."

Everyone felt that the wind was blowing, and they couldn't help shivering.Everyone present had heard of the water-breaking sword that cut off rivers, but no one had seen it.They thought that what Ling Jianqiu used just now should be the magical sword technique, but looking at it now, the power of the sword technique just now is probably not even half of this one.

This generation of sword sects really has no fakes!

Regardless of what they were thinking, Ling Jianqiu flicked the tip of his sword, brushing past them.The sword's edge was everywhere, blood splashed everywhere, and was frozen into ice balls by the cold air.It's been a long time since Ling Jianqiu has killed so much, and there are too few things that can tempt him.Only this time, his hatred and anger will all be filled with corpses.

In less than a stick of incense, the dead piled up like a mountain.

But the alarm has been sounded, more and more reinforcements.Ling Jianqiu leaned on the ground with his sword, supporting him to stand.He doesn't care about the three layers of siege there, he only knows:

Either save Ye Si, or die!

At this moment of stalemate, a black ball suddenly flew over.Ling Jianqiu's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly grabbed a person beside him to resist.

There was a "boom", and a big hole was blown out where the ball landed.

Booming thunder.

"Ji Changfeng, are you going to kill me together?!" Ling Jianqiu was taken aback by this turn of events, and yelled at the top of his voice, regardless of his usual calm image.

As soon as the words fell, Ji Changfeng walked to him in three steps and two steps from the opening of the blasted encirclement circle, "Master, you go first!"

Ji Changfeng flicked the epee, and was taken aback when he saw Ling Jianqiu's Shura appearance.

"Is this to get married?"

Ling Jianqiu looked at his indescribably strange red clothes, and frowned: "Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing here?!"

Ji Changfeng looked serious and said frankly, "I'm here to save my siblings."

Ling Jianqiu was dumbfounded, and thought Ji Changfeng didn't worry about this the most, why did he suddenly support it?

"How do you know they must be younger siblings?" Ling Jianqiu was angry with him and smiled narrowly.

Ji Changfeng was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, his eagle eyes stared at Ling Jianqiu desperately, his face flushed, and he shouted in a rough voice after a while: "Damn, I don't believe it!"

Ling Jianqiu saw that people were so anxious to swear, and suddenly felt a little satisfied, he used his lightness kung fu, and flew away, leaving a sentence: "Don't worry, it is indeed younger brother and sister."

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that if the personality could be divided into ranks, then the moody ability of Master Ling must be at the ninth rank.