Martial Dao has entered the realm of metamorphosis, and Martial Dao cultivator is rarely ugly. Unless they are practicing the Cultivation Technique of the Devil's Dao, most of the Practitioners who have transformed themselves are handsome men and beautiful women. But a woman as handsome and elegant as Xiao Jinghong is also rare. Su Yuxing looked at Xiao Jinghong in front of him, and Tian secretly compared in his heart. He found that among the women he knew, there was Si from Baishenglou, Chen Fangfang's mother, and Chen Hezhong's daughter-in-law Chi Ling could be compared with her. The former has a beautiful appearance, but inside he is one of the ancient Ten Evils, Tian Xie, with a wild and strange beauty, which is slightly better than Xiao Jinghong. The latter is slightly inferior to Xiao Jinghong. With such a ranking, Xiao Jinghong can almost rank third in Su Yuxing's heartfelt list! Second only to Si, but also better than Shangguanming, Chen Fangfang, Xiangniang and others. Who is the first you ask?
Nonsense, naturally Feng Yanxin. own girlfriend is number one in the world wherever she goes! Su Yuxing looked at Xiao Jinghong purely with admiration. Xiao Jinghong just broke free from the state of trance, and subconsciously wanted to make a move. But Sword Qi just started. Su Yuxing just glanced at her casually. The long sword in her hand immediately fell silent, as if dead. The Sword intent in his chest receded as quickly as the tide ebbed. glance. Just a glance. Even the thought of doing it was snuffed out by the other party! Xiao Jinghong's heart was filled with turmoil in an instant. Looking at the blue-shirted boy who was as gentle as jade in front of him, he had to recognize a reality—— In front of this person, she might not even have the qualifications to escape. After being silent for a while, Xiao Jinghong gritted his teeth and said, "Who is your Excellency?" Su Yuxing blinked, couldn't help laughing and said: "I haven't asked you yet, but you came to ask me first. Are all the disciples under the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect as impolite as you?" Xiao Jinghong snorted softly, tried his best to raise his head to look Su Yuxing in the eyes, and replied: "The former sages of the righteous way naturally deserve to be treated with respect by Jinghong. But the devil heretics, no matter how high the Cultivation Base is, they can't afford me to say 'senior!" "Well......"
Su Yuxing was stunned by Xiao Jinghong's words. What's up with this girl's brain? Doesn't she know that now people are knives and I am fish? Who gave her the guts to have Yin & Yang blame herself right now? How did he manage to survive until now with just this temper? Or are all the genius disciples of the righteous Sect like this? Su Yuxing recalled a little bit, and found that the number of times he dealt with righteous people was really not much. So he replied casually: "Then you talk about it, what is righteous and what is evil?" "Those who uphold the right way and do right things are right; those who uphold the wrong way and do wrong things are themselves evil." When Xiao Jinghong said this, intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes stared at the ghost dragon who was having fun with a silly dog beside Su Yuxing, the meaning was self-evident. This ghost dragon was raised by Su Yuxing, so Su Yuxing's cultivation must be the Cultivation Technique of ghosts, so he was naturally classified as evil and heretics. "well said." Su Yuxing smiled, then pulled the ghost dragon away, and said calmly: "My ghost pet is the Innate ghost spirit. If it falls into the hands of a serious ghost cultivator, it will be ten times more powerful than it is now if it is bred with a little flesh and blood. Even if you have practiced to the seventh sword with this Heavenly Nine Sword, it may not be its opponent. It's a pity that I was subdued early. Only swallows Ghost Qi, does not collect blood to eat, has a cute and docile temperament like a cat or dog Tell me, is this good or evil?" "Well." Xiao Jinghong was stunned when he heard this, and his already cold-pressed beauty appeared a little confused. Su Yuxing's words seemed to have stopped her. Seeing her like this, Su Yuxing shook his head and sighed: "You shot a sword at my ghost dragon, but you haven't died yet, and you can still talk to me such nonsense about good and evil. Isn't that enough to prove that I'm a good day?" Xiao Jinghong's pretty face was instantly flushed by Su Yuxing's anger, he was tongue-tied and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Seeing her like this, Su Yuxing was not embarrassed, and asked again: "Let me ask you, why are you hunting and killing Beimang disciples in this Beimang Mountain?" Xiao Jinghong was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied seriously: "Eliminate demons and defend the way, and sharpen the heart of the sword by the way. Just as Xiao Jinghong finished speaking, ghostly clouds roared in the distance. I saw a breath belonging to a real person in the Xuandan Realm stirring up the ghost mist and miasma in the Beiman Mountains, with a menacing aura.
"The little bastard of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, dare not show up?!" An angry voice came from afar. Xiao Jinghong's expression became solemn for a moment, staring at the direction from which the ghostly cloud came, and clasping the hilt of his sword with his bare hands, he looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy. But Su Yuxing didn't even look over there, and continued talking to Xiao Jinghong. "Let me ask you again, have your ancestors of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect ever taught you anything?" Although Xiao Jinghong had the intention of fleeing, but in front of Su Yuxing with such power, she could only reply patiently: "I have taught and pointed out Junior's three-style sword moves. It's a pity that my aptitude is dull, and until now, I can only get a little bit of one of them... "That's something I've learned..." Su Yuxing nodded slightly when he heard Xiao Jinghong's answer. At this time, the ghost cloud was approaching, and there were only tens of miles away. The next breath was just around the corner, and Xiao Jinghong could clearly feel the monstrous Ghost Qi and murderous aura rushing towards him. Can't help feeling anxious, subconsciously shouted to Su Yuxing: "senior!" "Are you willing to call me senior?" Su Yuxing sighed softly. After sighing, turn around. Facing the direction of the ghost cloud attack. But his eyes did not fall on the ghost cloud. Instead, it crosses the ghost cloud, crosses the mountains, and falls farther away. There, the ghost's corpse energy condenses, forming layers upon layers of dark gray clouds, and green thunder flashes from time to time in the dark clouds, reflecting hideous and terrifying ghost images. There is the center of Beiman Mountain, where the main sect of Beimanzong is located. "You call me senior, and the senior will teach you something today. Su Yuxing's flat voice rang in Xiao Jinghong's ears. Before Xiao Jinghong could react, he heard a cheerful moan from the long sword in his hand, and then he took the initiative to break free from her control, and gently fell into Su Yuxing's hand. Holding the long sword, Su Yuxing looked at Xiao Jinghong with clear eyes, and spoke word by word. "What I'm going to teach you is... Eliminating demons and defending Taoism does not depend on how good your mouth is. Most of the time, you still have to watch this. " After finishing speaking, Su Yuxing didn't even look in front of him, and just slashed forward with a sword.
The sword uttered a dragon chant, but what resounded was the sound of a saber. And at the moment when the sword was cut out. Xiao Jinghong's mind immediately buzzed. In an instant, she felt that all the sounds in this world seemed to be far away, everything was still, and time also stagnated. Then an indescribably terrifying suction came from the sword. everything around. Spiritual Qi, Ghost Qi, Corpse Qi, Killing intent………… All belonged to this sword, and even the ghost cloud not far away was torn clean by this suction, revealing a Beimanzong Xuandan with a terrified expression inside. In Xiao Jinghong's eyes, it seemed that there was only this sword left in the world. When the dazed Xiao Jinghong felt that his soul and mind seemed to be sucked in by this sword. The terrifying suction from the sword finally disappeared. As if something that had collapsed to some extreme suddenly turned into an explosion. An unparalleled and shocking sword light broke free from the sword. "Buzz—" A certain string between heaven and earth was plucked. All the brilliance between heaven and earth was taken away by this knife light. The indescribable sharpness is in full bloom at this moment. The scorching sun faded. Xiao Jinghong watched helplessly as the saber light quickly extended forward. Wherever they passed by, those dense miasma of ghost corpses that had accumulated for an unknown number of years separated silently, separated... Waves like water! The world is clear. The Beimanzong Xuandan powerhouse who stood in the way of the saber light was crushed by the rumble and disappeared without a trace. The light of the knife seems to be slow but fast, and in the blink of an eye, it stretches out for an unknown number of miles. From Xiao Jinghong's perspective. Only an extremely clear vacuum knife mark can be seen running through the entire Beiman Mountain. At the end of the knife mark, Beijing, which has been covered by the ghostly corpse of the cloud all year round, finally reveals its whole picture. It is a towering mountain of black and gray.
There are many caves, buildings, Great Hall, and buildings on the mountain. On the mountain, the disciples of the Beiman Sect fled in all directions, like an overturned stone slab, suddenly exposed to sunlight underneath, panicked ants and bugs. The sky-shocking knife light sank into the mountain. There was only a crisp sound of "click". From the top to the bottom of the huge black mountain, a clear crack emerged. By this knife, Pingping was divided into two... Xiao Jinghong stared blankly. 720 Slash Beimang with a knife. For her, this scene will never be forgotten in her life. At this moment, her heart was completely filled with some kind of shocking and inexplicable emotion. Even her tender body couldn't stop trembling slightly. Suddenly, she saw monstrous corpse aura and Ghost Qi gushing out from under the split Beimangzong mountain. Immediately after, two figures jumped out from below. One person per household. Even though it was extremely far away, Xiao Jinghong could still feel the terrifying aura emanating from him that made her shudder. That was something that the Profound Core Realm had never brought to her. Faxiang! The patriarch of the Northern Mang Sect! But before Xiao Jinghong could groan more, she saw Su Yuxing by her side walking up with Shi Shiran holding the sword. The figure flickered in the void before disappearing. After the next breath, an aura that was ten times more terrifying than before soared over Beimanzong in the distance. A majestic prison with the word "crime" hanging high. Under the prison is a raging black fire. "Who are you?!" "Who are you? I, Beimangzong, have no grievances with you...?!" "I beg the senior to forgive..." The voice from a distance was first angry, then frightened, and finally turned into panic, begging for mercy. Not too long.
Just a dozen or so breaths. Xiao Jinghong saw the young man in the Shu brocade blue shirt returning with a long sword in hand. The young man has fluttering sleeves, and his demeanor is peerless. His expression and posture were chic and casual, as if he hadn't just suppressed the two Dharma statues in Beijing. Instead, he drove away two annoying wild dogs with a stick. The boy casually threw the sword back to her. Xiao Jinghong subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, but staggered a bit. She looked at the Beimang Sect in the distance, which had fallen into panic and chaos, and the knife marks in the sky that ran through the entire Beimang Mountain Range. I don't know what to do, what to say. When she turned her head, she was facing the young man who was borrowing a sword from her. The young man's eyes were clear, he looked at her peacefully, and said, "What's the matter. taught by senior. Have you learned it?" Xiao Jinghong was fluttering in the wind with his long sword in his arms. .
