The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"Why are you telling me this, which sect are you from?"

"I'm sorry, I have no background, but I'm just an inconspicuous little person. I just looked at Song Zuo and you seemed to be confused. I came here to answer your questions. After all, I'm not from any side. Song Zuo should believe it. me."

"I don't..." Before the words came out, the crowd burst into shouts again. At the same time, almost everyone started to rush forward. Bai Lin wanted to ask something more, but Qin Qin had disappeared In the vast crowd.

Looking at the stage again, it turned out that it was Mo Junyue's duel with Lin Qing, the leader of the Xuanwu Sect.

No wonder everyone was so excited. You must know that the Xuanwu faction contributed the most in the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Cult three years ago, and Bai Lin also knew that the original body would be forced to jump off a cliff and had nothing to do with the Xuanwu faction.

The gods fight the little ghosts and suffer, but now it's the gods fighting the little ghosts to watch the show, and everyone rushes forward to grab a better seat.

[Ding——The favorability of the target of the strategy +10%, and the current favorability is 70%. 】

How can you increase your favorability when no one is in front of you?

Bai Lin found that he couldn't understand this broken system more and more, and the broken system also found that he disliked this son of a bitch more and more.

In the middle of thinking, a bitter wind suddenly passed by my ears, and the blowing leaves danced and danced. The sound of brushing seemed to pave the way for the next big battle.

Then a cold light flashed, and Mo Junyue stood upright with a long sword in his hand, facing Lin Qing on the far right. No one made the first move easily, and was waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

If you are filming a martial arts drama now, you must come to a few close-up shots and show their expressions in all directions 360 degrees without dead ends.

It's a pity that it is not now. Everyone thinks that the two are considering the opponent's strength to get the best shot.

After what felt like half a century, Lin Qing took the lead in moving. He jumped up and flicked his sleeves, and the dagger flew straight at Mo Junyue's forehead.

"It's a hidden weapon of the Xuanwu sect!" Bai Lin heard someone shout excitedly, but he was thinking that this hidden weapon is suitable for assassination, but is it suitable for an open and honest competition?

The next scene gave him the answer. Mo Junyue soared into the air, dodged the oncoming dagger, rolled over and fell in front of Lin Qing, and before the opponent could react, he punched directly at his face. After being hit on the head, he took several steps back and directly hit the railing of the high platform.

"This punch is to repay you for stirring up trouble back then."

Immediately after another punch, Lin Qing just stood firm and saw another black punch——

"This punch is for the brother who died tragically in the teaching."

Then Bai Lin saw clearly that the sharp knife Mo Junyue had been holding in her hand was unsheathed, and the cold light was so cold that people couldn't open their eyes——

"No."

After everyone reacted, the blade had completely submerged into Lin Qing's body. Mo Junyue lifted it up, and Lin Qing, who was still half-breathed, struggled twice and became completely silent.

The spilled blood covered the place under his body little by little, and Bai Lin couldn't hear what the others said clearly, and there was a roaring sound in his ears, because before Lin Qing died, he heard Mo Junyue say— —

"This sword is for Song Bai who was forced to jump off the cliff by you back then."

The members of the Xuanwu sect were in a rage, the head of the sect was about to die before their eyes, and the murderer was even more arrogant. They wanted to rush up to take revenge, but they were cut to the ground by the quick-sighted and quick-handed disciples of the demon sect.

The scene turned into a sea of ​​blood.