Cultivation from entry to abandonment

The black-clothed assassin had some strength, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to break through layers of guards and sneak into his study without making a fuss.At this moment, he was exhausted, he was already weak after losing his heart and blood, and he was poisoned, and it was even difficult for him to run away and ask for help.The incident happened suddenly, although I had expected such a day, but I felt that this day came too suddenly.

Laughing at himself, he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and was about to fight hard.

At this moment, the wooden door made a slight "squeak", and the man in black frowned. As if foreign aid was coming, Shang Mingqian also looked in the direction of the door. It was none other than Jiang Fuqing?

Jiang Fuqing was not very good at controlling the Sparrow Pecking Sword, and there was no one around who could teach him, so he wanted to ask Shang Mingqian if there were any manuals for the items.But as soon as he opened the door, he saw such a scene.Shang Mingqian half-kneeled on the ground, still holding the sword in his hand, his shoulder was still bleeding, and the sword of the man in black was stained with blood.

Even with his toes, Jiang Fuqing knew that Shang Mingqian was in danger, so without even thinking about it, his hands moved before his mind, and he swung the sword with both hands towards the man in black.Layers of strong winds swept away, and the man in black dodged quickly.But Jiang Fuqing himself didn't have any cultivation base, let alone resist power, so he used the power of the sword itself to hit the wind blade, but he couldn't get any advantage.

The man in black looked at him for a while, and suddenly realized that this was the cauldron that escaped from his sect, and he didn't take him seriously, and said mockingly: "A mere cauldron, how dare you draw your sword at me?" When the dagger was horizontal, a burst of red light flourished, and he raised his hand to stab Jiang Fuqing.

Jiang Fuqing didn't react quickly, but quickly hid to the side, holding the sword across his chest.Seeing the critical situation, Shang Mingqian forcibly mobilized the surrounding spiritual power, dodged in front of Jiang Fuqing, and blocked it with his sword.Then the palm of the hand slid across the edge of the sword, opened the blade with blood, and swung the sword towards the assassin.

The assassin got an advantage for a while and had the upper hand, how could he stand up to such profound and mysterious sword skills at this moment, and was beaten back steadily.Naturally, Shang Mingqian couldn't let Jiang Fuqing have something to do. At this moment, he was desperate, using the air pressure sword and stepping on the wind blade, and finally defeated the assassin by a narrow margin. Finally, he walked around behind the assassin and cut the assassin's neck with his sword.

The assassin fell silently to the ground, dying with regret.

From Jiang Fuqing's point of view, it is impossible to see how the two of them made their moves. They flashed back and forth out of thin air, changing their figures, disappearing and reappearing for a while, which is really outrageous.

However, he could tell that Shang Mingqian's condition was not good at the moment, his white clothes were stained crimson with blood, there were traces of blood on the corners of his lips, and his hair was slightly messy.Every inch of his muscles seemed to be tense, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the joints had turned white, as if he was trying to endure something.

Shang Mingqian knew that once he fell into a state of confusion, bad things might happen.

He has a ferocious beast locked in his heart, once released, it will definitely hurt people.

Therefore, try to be patient.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Fuqing hesitated for a while, and finally good thoughts prevailed, he was so seriously injured, how could he leave him alone.So he went forward, wanting to help him to sit on the soft couch beside him.Just when he touched Shang Mingqian's hand, he pushed it away. Shang Mingqian lowered his voice, "Go quickly."

"But you are so seriously injured..." Jiang Fuqing was frightened by his low tone, but still collected his mind and tried to help.

"Don't come near me." Shang Mingqian tried his best to cheer up, and pulled Jiang Fuqing to push him out of the door.But after taking two steps, he lost his strength and fell to the ground again.Jiang Fuqing was startled, and quickly wanted to help him up, so he hurriedly pulled his arm.

At this moment, Shang Mingqian suddenly raised his head, Jiang Fuqing saw his eyes clearly for a moment, saw the blood in the pupils surged, and was dyed red for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, full of tears. Dark and playful.Jiang Fuqing's body froze and his heart stopped suddenly.

Shang Mingqian laughed jokingly, pushed him down on the floor, grabbed Jiang Fuqing's neck with both hands, and said viciously, "Didn't I tell you not to approach me?"

It was the first time Jiang Fuqing saw him go from a normal state to a mad state, staring at the red in his pupils, and finally understood that Shang Mingqian's eyes in a normal state were ordinary black, like spots of paint .The eyes of Shang Mingqian in a mad state are red, like blood.

He was close at hand, but he pinched his neck with his hands.Jiang Fuqing struggled so hard that he almost lost his breath, his eyes became dizzy for a while, and he almost passed out, his hand touched the bird pecking sword beside him, without thinking, he raised his hand and stabbed at him.Shang Mingqian stopped his movements suddenly, and looked at the blade piercing his body in disbelief, blood sprayed out from his abdomen.

Jiang Fuqing struggled to break free, he didn't care about the sword, he was about to run towards the door.But Shang Mingqian stood up, pulled out the sparrow sword stuck in his body without hesitation, and with a snap of his fingers, he closed the door and locked Jiang Fuqing and him in the study.

Shang Mingqian threw the Que Pecking Sword aside, made a dull sound, stretched out his hand to wipe the wound on his abdomen, the blood instantly stained his hand, he licked the blood on the back of his hand indifferently, smiled sullenly, his eyes The blood in the middle was shining, and he slowly approached Jiang Fuqing, while approaching, he said: "It's just right, I was injured, you are my cauldron, you should heal me."

Jiang Fuqing felt the terrifying aura coming from him. This was a terrifying coercion that Shang Mingqian in a normal state absolutely did not possess. It was full of aggression, even the ferocity of a wild beast.Jiang Fuqing felt that every pore of her body was trembling, and every inch of her soul was shrouded in fear.

"I, I'm not... I'm not someone's cauldron..." Jiang Fuqing said in a trembling tone, his body was already trembling, he almost couldn't stand still, and knelt on the ground.

Shang Mingqian grabbed his arm, as if he wanted to crush his bones, pushed him to the corner, moved a little closer, gently shook his ears, and then said with a mocking smile: "Don't you Forget, how did I use you in the past?"

"you……"

Killing and killing people, but that's all.Jiang Fuqing could hardly speak.

The bloody smell on Shang Mingqian's body was very strong, wrapping him tightly, he resisted very much in his heart, but his body was very happy, wishing to fall into his arms and stick together all the time.But this is all the cauldron's attachment to its master.He was disgusted.

Shang Mingqian bit his ear, leaned very close, and continued: "You were born to be a cauldron, a lowly embryo used by others, but why are you pretending to be noble?"