Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The sword under Ning Duo's hand was trembling uncontrollably again.

He slowly pulled out the sword, and suddenly his whole body rose into the air, and the sword of Yinggui in his hand emitted ten thousand brilliance, and once the sword was drawn, it flattened the mountains in front of him!

Gravel flew, landslides and earthquakes.Like a stalagmite stripped of its coat, the mountain rock collapsed, revealing a figure behind it.

Black clothes with silver stripes, narrow sleeves and tight waist, the beautiful and gloomy face she turned her head to look at in amazement, her eyes were shocked and terrified.

Li Qinghong.

……

Ning Duo fell down amidst the gravel and stood still.

He looked at the pile of things under Li Qinghong's feet, resisted the desire to vomit, and stared at the blood spots on Li Qinghong's face: "What are you... doing!?"

Under Li Qinghong's feet, there was a segment of limbs and broken arms that could not be recognized in human form, almost all of his body had disappeared, melting into a puddle of blood.

And next to it, a half-cut sword fell down, and it was corroded to the point where only the hilt remained, making it look ugly.

Ning Duo could still recognize who the owner of the sword was after just looking at it like this.

Chen Qiyou, the elder brother of Jianzong who is also famous and extremely talented in Lingxiao Palace.

The elders of the family who gave him this name must have hoped that he would live a smooth and worry-free life, but now he obviously died in an extremely miserable manner, not to mention any pain-free and worry-free.

The remaining stumps were still melting at an extremely fast speed, quickly turning into viscous dirty blood.

Li Qinghong looked down at the blood stain, his face was pale, and he seemed a little afraid to look directly at it.

His eyes wandered, and it took a long while before he finally settled down and looked straight at Ning Duo: "Ah... what did you say?"

The expression in Ning Duo's eyes suddenly became extremely angry.

His Sword of Repentance was sent forward, like lightning, it was already placed on Li Qinghong's neck: "What did you do to Chen Qiyou! Why did you destroy the corpse?"

Li Qinghong's eyes were pitch black, as if they were two black holes of unknown depth.

He looked down at the dazzling sword on his neck, and showed a faint smile.

"Sword of Repentance... Ning Xianjun is more majestic and powerful than before."

As he said that, his wrist suddenly turned sharply, and a shiny short dagger was clasped in the palm of his hand. The sharp light flashed, and there was also a powerful and strange brilliance!

The short dagger blocked Ning Duo's blade, the next moment, the sword of Yinghui blazed brightly, and Li Qinghong's short dagger was also full of evil energy, the two beams of light intertwined in one place and split in an instant.

Under the agitation of the sword light, Li Qinghong quickly backed away, breaking away from Ning Duo's suppression in an instant.

He stood a foot away, his face was as white as paper, but his eyes were faintly excited: "If you want to kill me now, I'm afraid it won't be so easy."

Ning Duo stared closely at his short dagger. In the cold and sharp rainbow, on the handle of the dagger, there were two small characters looming, and the shape of the characters was strange.

"Tu Ling"!

In such a short period of time, the severed arm on the ground had melted to the point where only the palm remained. Ning Duo took a quick look, turned the sword in his hand to that side, but suffocated.

Do I want to brutally cut off the remaining severed hands and bring them back to the people in Lingxiao Temple, or...

Just as he was hesitating, Li Qinghong in the distance had already leaned forward, and Tu Ling's dagger spit out a message like a poisonous snake, and stabbed at Ning Duo: "Ning Xianjun, why do you always like to target me?"

Ning Duohui held the sword in his hand to block, there was a loud "ding ding dong dong", the two had already fought several moves, Ning Duo's face was ice-cold, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

This dagger owned by Li Qinghong obviously has a new soldier spirit attached to it, and in Li Qinghong's hands it escaped willfully, not only haunted by a ghostly aura, but also full of killing intent.

It's just that the name of "Tu Ling" is not prominent, and there is no record in the weapon spectrum books that I have seen, but I don't know which evil thing was left by a powerful demon cultivator before his death.

After a few more strokes, Ning Duo pulled out a thousand-layered snow wave with the sword in his hand, and pierced straight into the demonic light of "Tu Ling".

Li Qinghong yelled loudly, "Tu Ling" let out a sharp and short scream, blood flowed from his wrist immediately.

The next moment, Ning Duo's sword pressed against his neck again, and his voice was cold: "Come back with me, see the people in Lingxiao Palace."

Li Qinghong's hand was dripping with blood, but he endured the pain, but he refused to let go of the dagger: "What are the people in Lingxiao Temple doing? Bring this puddle of blood to them?"

The corpses on the ground have been completely destroyed at this moment, and the blood is slowly seeping into the ground. In this strange place, all traces are being silently wiped out.

Ning Duoduo decided to look at the bloody mass, and closed his eyes unbearably: "Corpse Transformation Water, or Bone Pill?"

Li Qinghong rolled his eyes: "I guess it's something that doesn't exist in the market."

"On Sturgeon's back, the man from the Mu family insulted you first, and then threw away the barbecue that Shang Lang gave you. You want to kill him, at least there is a reason for it." Ning Duo said word by word, "But Brother Chen and you have nothing to do. There is no enmity. He also has elders from the master's sect, as well as a beloved Taoist partner who just got married."

Li Qinghong's eyes were sarcasm: "Ning Xianjun really takes care of a lot, even his private affairs are so clear."

Ning Duo stared at him: "He first met the soldier soul of the evil sect, and wanted to subdue him by force. After a hard battle, he met what you saw, right?"

Li Qinghong sneered, full of resentment: "Why don't you guess that I met him by chance first, and he wanted to take it by force. Or maybe an honest gentleman like him couldn't suppress the evil spirit of the soldiers at all, and was backlashed. I just happened at the right time?"

Ning Duo said: "So you took the opportunity to kill him?"

Li Qinghong snorted: "Ning Xianjun, you wronged me for killing that idiot in Shennong Valley, and you want to frame me for killing the eldest disciple of Lingxiao Palace?"

His previously pale face has gradually returned to calm: "I know you always want me to die, but such a thing without evidence, Ning Xianjun should think about it before speaking."

Ning Duo nodded: "Okay. There is no doubt about it, I won't convict you."

Li Qinghong looked at him suspiciously: "Oh?"

Ning Duo said solemnly: "I didn't witness your murder with my own eyes, but I will truthfully tell the victim's family and elders what I saw."

"Oh, then Ning Xianjun, don't forget to say that when you passed by, you only saw me standing obediently near his corpse."

Ning Duo looked at him: "Don't worry. You can think of an excuse now, why did you stay with brother Chen's corpse, and why did his remains turn into blood by itself."

Li Qinghong's face was surprised, and his beautiful eyes were full of innocence: "After all, it's all because of your empty teeth?"

He played with the dagger in his hand, then pondered: "By the way, Lingxiao Temple and the Cangqiong faction have always been at odds. Maybe Ning Xianjun listened to the master's order and fabricated a horror story. In fact, he wanted to instigate Lingxiao Temple and our medicine. Zong's relationship is also unknown."

Ning Duo looked at him quietly.

"So, why don't we have a discussion..."

"No need." Ning Duo pressed down on the long sword in his hand, forcing him to retreat step by step to the outside of the stone clump, "Anything else, let's go to Broken Soul Cliff and meet the people in Lingxiao Palace."

Li Qinghong followed him back, with a sincere expression: "That will be troublesome."

"Of course you are troublesome."

Li Qinghong sighed: "You are the troublemaker, Ning Xianjun."

"Oh?"

"You can talk, and I also have a mouth." Li Qinghong rolled his eyes, "Actually, I just passed by here, and suddenly I heard someone fighting."

Ning Duo's eyes were cold: "Go on."

Li Qinghong said: "When I arrived, I only saw Brother Chen's body dying fast. I was in shock and fear, but Ning Xianjun suddenly appeared from the side, trying to kill me for no reason——Ning Xianjun, you See, isn't it just as interesting to say that?"

Ning Duo was not provoked at all, he just said: "You can say whatever you want, but let's see if we stick to our own opinions and who will others believe."

Li Qinghong's complexion finally changed a little: "Ning Xianjun just pretends that he didn't see anything, isn't it good? If you insist on entangled in this matter, even if you are so tall and clean, why bother if I can't figure it out?"

Ning Duo said lightly: "In the world, there are things to do and things to not do."

"You go up and talk nonsense, the people in Lingxiao Palace will definitely kill me to vent your anger." Li Qinghong's eyes rolled sharply, and he said again, "But our young master brother has always protected me, and will never sit idly by, right?"

Ning Duo paused slightly, and said coldly: "Turn around and walk forward, don't stop."

Li Qinghong obeyed obediently, walked out of the stone cluster, and walked forward: "When the time comes, Lingxiao Temple will kill me, and Brother Young Master will save me. Ning Xianjun, you and Brother Qinghang are so acquainted with each other when you are young, How will you deal with yourself then?"

Ning Duo was silent for a while: "No matter how difficult it is, you have to do what should be done."

Li Qinghong sighed: "But the eyes of the formation are about to open, if something happens to the young master brother, wouldn't Ning Xianjun regret it?"

Hearing that Ning Duo had no voice behind him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone became more sincere: "Why don't you say it after you get out of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Blades, wouldn't it be safer?"

Ning Duo was silent, the two of them walked for a long time, and finally came to the edge of the cliff.

Looking at the high cliff above his head, Ning Duo said slowly: "Okay, I will hold off on speaking out for now. After I go out, I will escort you to Lingxiao Palace. If you try to escape, I will chase you to the ends of the earth. No mercy."

Li Qinghong's eyes flickered, with his back turned to his face, a hint of ferocity flashed across.

Ning Duo remained expressionless: "Go up."

……

On the cliff, Shang Lang held a sword in his hand, and stabbed a few sword moves suddenly.

Although he didn't dare to use his spiritual power, his moves were still exquisite and dazzling.

The juniors next to him all cheered: "Brother, the new name of your sword is so domineering."

Ning Xiaozhou leaned over enviously: "Not only domineering, but also upright and magnanimous, with awe-inspiring righteousness. The previous master was also a famous casual cultivator. He must like the character of the big brother, so he is willing to possess the soul."

Shang Lang casually held a sword flower, the sword body stood in front of his eyes, stroking the two words "Zhiyang" on the hilt: "Well, I like it!"

He saw Mu Jiarong standing not far away, and ran over excitedly: "Jiarong, how are you getting along with your new sword 'Li Zhu'?"

Mu Jiarong flipped his wrist lightly, and the soft sword Qinghua in his waist was brilliant, and he flicked in the air eagerly: "Try it, don't you know?"

Shang Lang smiled and said, "I won't compete with you. You should go to Miss Chang to compete."

Chang Yuaner is a female cultivator and also a medical cultivator. When Shang Lang said this, it was as if he was pointing his nose and saying that Mu Jiarong was only fit to fight against a female medical cultivator with low combat power. Mu Jiarong was furious immediately.

He sent the soft sword forward in his hand, and with a faint strong wind, he stabbed directly at Shang Lang's chest: "You look down on me?"

Shang Lang refused to draw the sword, and hurriedly dodged: "How can it be? I mean, you and Miss Chang have a soft sword and a cane whip. It's good to fight against each other!"

Mu Jiarong gritted his teeth, and moved faster with the soft sword in his hand: "Doctors are more incompetent, right?"

Shang Lang was forced back again and again by him, and he yelled in a mess: "Hey, I didn't say that. But people from our Sword Sect and your medical practitioners are really bullying people, aren't they?"

They were fighting, and there was a commotion on the other side of the cliff.

Mu Jiarong looked behind him, suddenly startled, and the "Lizhu" sword in his hand hung down limply.

As soon as Shang Lang turned his head, he hurriedly rushed over happily: "Second Junior Brother, Little Brother Li, are you back?"

Li Qinghong walked in front, and behind him, Ning Duo was expressionless, and glanced at Shang Lang lightly: "En."

Shang Lang looked down the cliff: "Junior brother, didn't you find little brother Li Qing?"

Ning Duo shook his head: "No."

Shang Lang said "Oh", and suddenly looked at Li Qinghong suspiciously: "What's wrong with you, your eyes are so red?"

At some point, Li Qinghong's eyes were already flushed red, and upon hearing this, he glanced resentfully at Ning Duo who was behind him, as if he dared not speak out.

Shang Lang was even more suspicious, looking at Ning Duo: "Junior Brother?"

Before Ning Duo could answer, everyone in Lingxiao Hall not far away hesitated for a while, and one of the disciples stepped forward and cupped his hands: "You two immortals, I don't know if you are down there, but have you ever met our elder brother?"

"Yeah, after he went down, there was no trace. We were all very worried."

The Lingxiao Palace is also a big sect, although before going down Chen Qiyou also brought enough pills to avoid miasma and cleanse the poison, but there is no news so far, and the fellow sects can't help but think wildly.

Ning Duo looked at them with dark eyes, and the knuckles of his fingers pressing on the Yinghui Sword were faintly white.

Li Qinghong sighed suddenly: "There are dangers everywhere below, I walked all the way, and saw many bones and remains from many years ago, most of them are monks who went down to look for soldiers' souls."

The people in the Lingxiao Temple looked at each other in panic, and became even more anxious.

Standing not far away, Mu Jiarong looked at the scarlet blood stains on his cheeks, and suddenly said, "How could there be fresh blood stains on my body when I met the bones and remains from many years ago?"

Li Qinghong glanced at him, his expression seemed a little shy and shy, and he stretched out his hand to show his dagger: "My skill is weak, I have fought fiercely with this evil spirit soldier for a long time, and I accidentally fell into its spiritual consciousness strangulation, and my spirit In a trance, I hurt myself."

As soon as "Tu Ling" came out, there was a demonic aura.

All the people around exclaimed and took a few steps back in unison.

Yu Wenli on the side was originally talking to someone, but at this moment he raised his head impressively, staring closely at the dagger in Li Qinghong's hand.

And the sharp sword in his hand that had just been attached to the nameless sword soul suddenly trembled in the scabbard, as if he had encountered a powerful opponent, and he was quite afraid.

Shang Lang's figure was extremely stable, and he was not forced back by the murderous aura of the dagger at all. He walked up a few steps in amazement, and reached out to hold the "Tu Ling"!

His eyes were solemn, and he pressed the blade of the dagger tightly. After a while, his face was extremely ugly: "This soldier spirit is very evil. If you use it for a long time, I'm afraid it will become bloodthirsty. It's better to throw it away."

Li Qinghong looked up at him, with an anxious expression: "It took me so much hard work that I almost lost my life to subdue this soldier soul. Mr. Shang, your cultivation is superb and you have always been smooth sailing, but I, I... ..."

His voice was hoarse: "Without it, how can I protect myself when I am bullied and wronged?"

Seeing his sad expression, Shang Lang couldn't help being stunned for a while, thought for a while, and said cautiously: "No, I will keep you if anything happens in the future. You listen to my advice and throw it away."

Li Qinghong shook his head repeatedly, holding the dagger tightly, like a child grasping the rarest treasure: "No, no one can help me. Mr. Shang, you can help me for a while, but you can't help me forever."

Ning Duo looked at his pitiful expression with cold eyes, and said lightly: "Yes, you can't live without doing your own crimes, and no one can help you."

Shang Lang was a little dissatisfied, and turned his head to stare at him: "Junior Brother, why are you always targeting him? Senior Mu from Shennong Valley has personally inspected it. He has just formed a golden core in his body, which is no different from ours."

Ning Duo ignored him, turned to Li Qinghong and said: "From now on, don't leave my sight. Otherwise, don't blame Yinghuijian for being ruthless."

At this moment, on the edge of the cliff behind them, a clear voice was slightly surprised: "Hey, what did he do?"

Everyone turned their heads abruptly, only to see a silver rope nailed to the edge of the cliff, and a figure flew up and down lightly along the silver rope.