Tease the Heavens

"Go to me."

He made a big move, and the pitch-black streamer wrapped the hill and slammed into Yue Zijin. The powerful and heavy pressure directly made people worry about whether the void would be crushed, but the worry was obviously superfluous, because the next moment, a hundred swords of light Gathered from all directions.

It can't be said to be gathering, because Jianguang is spinning, spinning and flying, like a process from a complete flower to only flower bones, and Jianguang is the scattered petals.

Now the petals are once again folded into a flower!

Yue Zijin supported Ji Jiu, his face was as cold as ice, his cherry lips lightly parted, and he said in a low voice, "Broken!"

bang bang bang!

scoff!

The sword light slashed above the giant banner without a trace of obstruction, and it was cut flat in an instant, and the rockery condensed with spiritual power was also smashed into slag.

"It's impossible, why is your high-grade spirit technique so powerful!"

"Pfft..."

Rong Tianyang's eyes were about to pop out, he couldn't believe it at all, and then the cold air rushed up his back. It was a biting murderous aura. He understood that if he didn't escape at this time, it would be a rhythm of death. He vomited blood at the moment when the treasure that he had given his life to cultivate was destroyed.

It was because he paused in his footsteps, and the long sword was chasing after him, killing intent on his back, as if he was about to immerse himself in the soul.

"Fairy, spare your life, this old man surrenders, there is something to discuss, my Rong family is in Yuechuan City, you can't possibly offend everyone because of this, right?" Rong Tianyang shouted loudly, turning his head and surrendering, how can there be life at this time of dignity and so on important.

He is not the girl's opponent at all. He has no power in a single blow, which is a bit terrifying.

But it's normal.

As the saintess of Qinglian Temple, Yue Zijin can be said to be the best in the world in all the exercises and spiritual techniques she has learned.

"When you hurt him, you were already dead." Yue Zijin's eyes were as cold as ice, showing no mercy.

Ji Jiu's eyes flickered, and she was a little touched by these words, but she sneered secretly. This was because she regarded herself as a human ancestor, and no one in this world would be nice to others for no reason.

"I know I'm wrong, Fairy, please be generous and spare the old man's life, and I really didn't do anything hard, this is his bitter plan, I really swear by my life!" Rong Tianyang said hurriedly, for fear that the more Zijin suddenly attacked, and the long sword was on his back at this time.

"impossible."

Yue Zijin said coldly.

Rong Tianyang's whole body was tense, and the coldness hit his whole body, letting him know what fear is. His eyes widened and he desperately tried to run forward.

Whoosh!

The long sword was chasing after him, and he was about to pierce his back and pass through.

"Patriarch save me." Rong Tianyang suddenly had hope in his eyes.

"Be merciful!" Rong Wujian, who came quickly, was drowning in this scene, shouting loudly, and the sound rolled away.

However, Yue Zijin didn't even look at him, slashed his slender jade finger flatly, and said coldly, "Death!"

With a puff, Rong Tianyang's eyes were full of disbelief, but the long sword had passed through his back, and a blood hole penetrated the front and back, and blood spurted out.

His divine soul was extremely weak, and it also dissipated instantly under this sword.

Rong Tianyang's body fell to the ground and died instantly.

"Act decisively, don't be sloppy, and have the demeanor of a saint." Ji Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Looking at the corpse that was still on the ground, Yue Zijin took back his sword.

"You... really dare to kill." Rong Wuchang's face was ashen, he pointed at her for a long time, speechless, and killed his third uncle of the Rong family in front of him. Isn't this a slap in the face? What's more, he has just stopped it.

"You want to die too?" Yue Zijin turned his head and asked him lightly.

"Pfft..."

At this time, Ji Jiu spat out another mouthful of blood. Despite Yue Zijin's support, he was still shaking. His face was even paler, and he looked like white paper. Down.

"Young Master..." Yue Zijin looked at him, his brows covered with worry.

Ji Jiu waved her hand and said lightly, "It's okay, it's just a small injury. The people watching me are not bad for this one, just get used to it."

His indifferent expression made Yue Zijin feel even more uncomfortable, and they all complained that he didn't protect him well, so he turned his head to Rong Wuchang and said coldly: "Your Rong family is really brave, dare to attack the son's idea, Even if this old man died thousands of times, it would not be a pity."

The corners of Rong Wuchang's mouth twitched, holding back the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Senior, the third uncle has been killed by your sword, how should the dead person say something for the young master, and I don't think this senior Ji is too Are you alright? He himself said it was a small injury, so why do you keep biting it?"

At this point, he couldn't offend such mysterious two people because of a dead person. Rong Tianyang wanted to court death, but he didn't blame himself.

Duan Yun also came at this time, and when he saw Rong Tianyang's corpse on the ground, his face was twitching, he could understand that the old man really came to court death.

But why does Ji Jiu look so seriously injured?

Yue Zijin sneered when he heard this, "If you want to hurt your son, forget it? I tell you it's impossible. It's not enough for you to be buried with the Rong family."

What are the identities of the son, the Rong family still wants to compare them, I really don't know who will give them a face.

Rao is impermanent, the city is not shallow, and his emotions and anger are not enough. At this time, he is also full of anger, and the clay figurine is also three-pointed, not to mention that he is still immersed in the sorrow and pain of his wife's death~www.novelmt.com~ Therefore, his eyes were cold and he said solemnly: "Senior is so contemptuous of my Rong family. Although my Rong family is weak, it is not something that anyone can insult. Your son's status is noble, but my Rong family's life is not a piece of paper. of."

Ji Jiu drooped his eyelids, as if he was about to fall asleep, but he had been listening to the conversation between the two, and the result was exactly what he wanted, that is, to hate Shang Rong's family more and more, the more he hated the better, and Rong Tian Don't you have a big brother? It was the soul-melting old monster from the Rong family.

If Yue Zijin was killed by him, he would be free too.

As for this injury on the body, it was a common occurrence for Ji Jiu. In addition, it was his own hand, which was well controlled. It seemed that he was seriously injured and dying, but it was just an illusion.

And the clone is digging a hole in the Rong family's mausoleum. When the time comes, Yue Zijin will lead out the soul-melting old monster, fight against him, and sneak into it by himself. Isn't it perfect?

Now, I just need to add more fire to make the conflict between the Rong family and Yue Zijin intensify to the point where water and fire are incompatible.

Ji Jiu coughed a few times, and said lightly to Yue Zijin: "Patriarch Rong is right, I'm really fine..." He coughed again, but a piece of internal organs stained with blood was directly coughed out. , fell to the ground.

Duan Yun's eyes widened, is this serious?

Yue Zijin was being smothered by Rong Impermanence, and a powerful patriarch who was not even a second-rate dared to speak nonsense in front of her. When he was still in the Central Sky Territory, the patriarch of a first-class force also bowed when he saw her, Respectfully.

How could I ever suffer from such a fuss.

It is true that the more remote and backward places are, the more invisible these people are.

Besides, Ji Jiu was already seriously injured and looked like she was dying. Patriarch Rong was still arguing, did he really think he would not dare to kill him?

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