Is it the same with other big brothers?

"You cold-blooded and heartless person!"

Ming Zhao seemed to sneer, walked up to the limp Ming Zhu and sat on the ground, and said casually: "If I was really cold-blooded and heartless, I would have allowed Xi Chu to kill you when I saw you, let alone let you stand here Discuss right and wrong with me."

Mingzhu was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized why Xi Chu clearly wanted to kill him when he saw him, but he didn't do anything when he approached him from behind, and the phrase "I can't kill you", it turned out that this old bastard was here secretly help him.

When Mingzhu thought of this, he immediately felt a little disgusted. He hooked his fingers, and the Kuayu sword floating in the air suddenly flew back. Feeling weak, Kua Yujian almost dropped his hand, but he quickly maintained his composure and said coldly, "I don't need your fake kindness."

Ming Zhao didn't pay attention to the sharp Kua Yu sword at all, instead he stretched out his hand towards Ming Zhu like nothing else, and said, "Give me the inner alchemy."

Mingzhu almost laughed angrily, and pressed down the boast jade in his hand, and the sword blade slashed Mingzhao's neck, bringing out a bloodstain: "You really came for Xi Chu's inner alchemy, why, the famous Zhuang Master Ming Didn't you even snatch the mere town spirit lamp, and you have the audacity to come to me, a junior, to beg for something?"

The master of Mingzhuang didn't change his face, and looked at Ming Zhu with a cold expression. Ming Zhu's indistinguishable face was full of rare hostility, just like a young beast that is not afraid of death facing a ferocious and ferocious beast. fear.

Ming Zhao said slowly: "Son, you accuse me of being cold-blooded and ruthless, but have you ever thought about what kind of a good person you are with my blood of a cold-blooded person?"

Mingzhu: "I am different from you."

Ming Zhao said quietly: "Blood is connected, son, although you appear to be docile and harmless on the surface, in fact, the cold and heartless blood flowing in your bones will turn you into a heartless monster sooner or later."

"shut up!"

Ming Zhao blinked, watching him gasp for breath, and kindly did not speak to provoke him, lest he would faint directly.

Ming Zhu panted for a long time before recovering, and sneered: "Since you killed your mother with your own hands back then, why do you want to bring her back to life so pretentiously now? Are you not afraid that she will reprimand you as a sanctimonious hypocrite after she comes back to life?" ?”

At this time, Mingzhu only had resentment towards Mingzhao, and he almost singled out Mingzhao's Ni Lin to strike at him, saying every word to his heart: "Everyone in the world knows that you are a scumbag who killed his wife and abandoned his son. Your mother is dead. You Now who is going to show affectionately? If she is a spirit in the sky, she will definitely feel that she is..."

Before Ming Zhu could finish his sentence, Ming Zhao, who had been watching coldly, suddenly stretched out his hand and held down the Kuayu Sword on his neck. With a little force, the sharp Kuayu Sword was touched lightly by him, and made a low tremor. buzzing.

Ming Zhao raised his head, his magic eyes were full of gloom: "Shut up."

Mingzhu saw that he finally tore through the false disguise and changed his color. He was suffocated by Mingzhao's terrifying killing intent, and he laughed out loud for the first time: "Shut up? Why do you have to shut up? What did I say wrong? Is it, or is it that you have poked at the weakness of Master Ming? The things you did yourself back then..."

Ming Zhao firmly grasped the Kua Yu sword, snatched it from Ming Zhu, who was limp all over, and looked at the lifeless Ming Zhao with a cold expression: "Zhu'er, I have done so many evil things, I really don't mind letting him go again." Do you still want to provoke me to add another title of murderer?"

Ming Zhu's cultivation base is not enough for Ming Zhao who is already at the Mahayana stage, facing Ming Zhao who has already moved to kill, he opened his lips and curled up a wanton smile, and said in a low voice: "Come on , come and try."

Mingzhao grabbed his collar expressionlessly, stepped onto the edge of the tall building, hung the entire bright candle in the air, and the strong wind swept up, blowing the two people's clothes rattling.

"This is not a moat," Ming Zhao said coldly, "If I let go, you will fall into a puddle of bone-crushing mud like that little fox. Why, do you want to try it?"

Ming Zhu, who was supposed to be frightened, was trembling all over, but with courage from nowhere, he stared into Ming Zhao's eyes and hissed, "Let go."

"you……"

Ming Zhaoping stretched out his hand to grab him, the bright moon was hanging behind his back, and the strong wind howled past.

"Just let go and see if I will cry and beg you like I did ten years ago?"

Time passed slowly, and Mingzhu's clothes were already wet with cold sweat, but he still stared at Mingzhao refusing to admit defeat—this moment was probably the most daring moment when Mingzhu heard the sound of Mingzhu, and he encountered two major fears in his life at the same time, death and death. In the high place, instead of crying and screaming in extreme fear like before, he forced himself to confront a ferocious beast brazenly with the bloodiness he didn't know where it came from.

After a while, Ming Zhao lowered his eyes slightly, sneered, and returned to his usual lazy and casual appearance, saying: "My son is really hard to discipline when he grows up."

As he said, he threw the bright candle down the bell tower behind him with his backhand, without holding back.

Mingzhu's whole body softened into a puddle of water, and his back hit the hard wall. The bluestone wall was directly smashed into cracks. Even though he couldn't feel the severe pain, Mingzhu still couldn't control a mouthful of blood. , I feel that my internal organs have been turned upside down.

When he recovered from his dizziness, the Kua Yu sword pierced his shoulder at some point and nailed him to death on the bell tower.

Kua Yujian cried and shouted in his sea of ​​consciousness, and kept apologizing, shaking Mingzhu's unclear mind into a mess.

He gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to stab the sword: "Shut up!"

The Kua Yu sword trembled violently, probably because the tip of the sword was inserted too deeply into the wall, Ming Zhu couldn't pull it out even after trying many times, instead it made the wound even more hideous.

"Ming Zhao!"

Ming Zhao walked over slowly with a pipe in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I remember, when you were young, your mother once budgeted your destiny for you."

Mingzhu was in a daze, completely unable to understand what he was talking about, and tried to look up at him coldly.

"Oh, you may not remember much." Mingzhao leaned against the wall beside him, absent-mindedly said, "At that time, Su Yan's health was already very bad, and he was ill for more than half a year after counting his destiny for you. A Zhu Ah, do you want to know what your destiny is?"

Mingzhu was breathing rapidly, his face was pale, and his eyes were also blackened.

Ming Zhao lightly raised Ming Zhu's chin with a bong, and spit out four words.

"It backfired."

Mingzhu suddenly opened his eyes.

"A person with the destiny of 'things go against your wishes' will be like a joke all his life." Ming Zhao squinted his eyes, and spoke words like ice, "You will love and not get it, ask for it and not get it, when you want to live, you will die, and when you want to die, you will live forever. Not as you wish, everything in the world is against you."

Mingzhu's body began to tremble violently. Five years ago in Baijian Mountain, the sharp and piercing words of the man holding the halberd echoed in his ears again.

"I can't get what I want in my life... the one I love is buried in jade, and the one I hate lives a long life..."

Mingzhao watched him coldly trying to pull out the Kuayu sword on his shoulder with his hands, and there was no pity or sympathy in his eyes: "It doesn't go against what you want, the destiny cannot be violated, Zhuer."

Mingzhu hung down his bloody hands exhaustedly, sneered and hissed: "The destiny cannot be violated? Then why do you want to let the dead return to the world? Isn't this against the destiny?"

Ming Zhao stretched out his hand and casually took a few drops of blood from Mingzhu's wound and put it away, then inserted the hairpin he bought at Yeweiai into Mingzhu's messy bun, and whispered: "I want to be resurrected, It was never Su Yan."

Ming Zhu froze for a moment, and was about to say something when suddenly there was a sound of a sword cutting through the air, and then Ming Zhao lazily turned around, the black demonic energy in his hand churned and stabbed towards his life gate long sword.

Mingzhu: "Thirteen!"

Holding the Wuxin sword in her hand, Zhou Lingxue stabbed at Mingzhao with a sinking face, only heard two "Qiang Qiang", the demon energy in Mingzhao's hand was directly dissipated by the stabbing.

Mingzhao looked at the wound on his finger suspiciously, as if he thought it was very interesting, he murmured: "As expected of me to choose..."

Seeing the bright candle nailed to the wall covered in blood, Zhou Nexue's eye circles turned red. He held the sword without saying a word, and in the void, the Wuxin sword turned into countless illusory sword shadows, rushing at it like a broken bamboo. Ming Zhao rushed forward.

From Ming Zhao's point of view, Zhou Yingxue's cultivation in such small details is almost like a child playing, and the extremely fierce sword energy hits him without pain at all.

Mingzhu struggled desperately, and raised his voice: "Thirteen...Zhou Lingxue! Don't confront him head-on, go down and find your seventh senior brother..."

After these moves, Zhou Nexue could also see the gap between the two, but he still didn't change his face, and with a wave of his hand, he directly broke Ming Zhao's magic breath, his pupils shrank sharply, and suddenly directed the Wuxin sword towards the person who was close at hand. Ming Zhao chopped off.

Mingzhu: "Negative snow!"

I don't know what kind of ghostly trick Ming Zhao used. Before the Wuxin sword reached his body, he suddenly let go of Zhou Lingxue's palm, and the tip of the sword turned upside down in an instant, and fell straight on Zhou Lingxue's slender neck, which he couldn't dodge in time.

Mingzhao flicked the tip of the Wuxin sword as if nothing had happened, and the blade made a buzzing sound. Looking at Zhou Lingxue's pale face, he smiled softly and said, "Don't move around casually, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will You will not die by your own sword."

Zhou Lingxue has been a bit of a stubble gnashing her teeth since she was a child, and when she was about to fight, the sound of Ming Zhu tearing came from the side.

"Thirteen, ten, thirteen don't move! You don't move..." Ming Zhu broke out in cold sweat, "He, he will really kill you, you must not move..."

Zhou Lingxue heard the panic in Mingzhu's tone, reluctantly put down her hand, and stood there with a cold face.

Ming Zhao walked back to Ming Zhu's side, stretched out his hand towards him, and said lightly, "Give me Xi Chu Neidan, I don't like to repeat a sentence many times, you know."

Mingzhu looked at him fearfully, turned his eyes around Zhou Lingxue again, and finally said with difficulty after a while: "You just said...you didn't want to resurrect your mother, so you went to grab the town spirit lamp and become a demon inner alchemy." , what is the reason?"

Mingzhao raised his eyebrows: "When will it be my son's turn to ask about my father's affairs?"

Zhou Lingxue frowned fiercely on the side, are they father and son?Is there such a sword-ridden, who treats his own son as a stabbing father?

Ming Zhao made up his mind not to say anything, but when he saw Ming Zhu's listless look, he let out an impatient "tsk" and planned to get it by himself.

"Zhu'er, when will you change your unyielding bad temper? I heard from Guining that you are usually very docile and easy-going." Ming Zhao muttered while grabbing Ming Zhu's tightly held left hand , "Could it be that you only treat me like this? Ah, I'm really sad, Dad..."

This old bastard probably forgot who threw his docile, easy-going, fearful of heights and death son from a height of tens of feet, and who mercilessly pierced the bright candle with a sword.

Mingzhu was exhausted, but the left hand holding Neidan and Yaotong was still tight.

Ming Zhao pawed twice but didn't push it away. When he was frowning and thinking about chopping off his good son's hand, Ming Zhu suddenly raised his hand with difficulty, and slowly placed it on Ming Zhao's chest.

Ming Zhao said: "Wouldn't it be nice if you were so obedient earlier? You really can't do anything..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red lotus imprint on Mingzhu's left hand suddenly burst into red flames, and a sharp sword with flaming light suddenly sprang out from the back of his hand, bringing out streaks of blood on the back of his hand, heading straight towards Ming Zhao stabbed in the chest.

Mingzhao's demon pupils shrank, and flew back at the nick of time, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but the flames from the red lotus sword still burned a bloody wound on his abdomen.

The Red Lotus Sword has not come out since it entered his body. This is the first time in more than ten years that the sharp blade burst out of his blood, causing his whole hand to be dripping with blood. It is especially terrifying to see the dense bones.

Zhou Nexue: "Brother!"

Ming Zhao covered the bloody wound on his abdomen, shrunk his magic pupils, and stared at the bright candle dyed with red lotus fire. Although he was injured, he looked very happy for some reason. Said: "That's right, baby son, that's it, that's how the Red Lotus Sword is used."

Mingzhao was seriously injured by one blow, and the Kuayu sword he was controlling broke free from the shackles, was torn away by Mingzhu, and was thrown aside casually.

Covered in blood, he walked towards Mingzhao step by step, the flaming red lotus sword flew to his side with a buzzing sound, and merged with the red lotus fire under his feet in a trance.

Ming Zhao was still laughing: "Zhu'er, you are very obedient and obedient. Daddy did the right thing when he gave Honglian to you instead of Huahua."

Ming Zhu raised his head slowly, his face was covered with blood, he didn't know his sanity, yet he slowly showed a smile similar to Ming Zhao's, like a ghost: "Aren't you the most favorite weapon to let people die on your own?" down?"

His crippled left hand moved slightly, Honglian received the guidance and rushed towards Mingzhao again.

Mingzhu showed a ferocious and arrogant smile in a trance: "Then let you die under your old sword, you should feel happy?"

"Daddy..."