"Don't scream. Don't scream when it's your turn to scream."
Ding Xiaoyi heard Senior Sister Lai Lin's scream in his ears, and he couldn't help but scolded.
He took Senior Sister Lin and fell like a shooting star into the dense woods at the edge of Kunwu Peak.
He rolled up his left hand, and Senior Sister Lin's body was uncontrollably held across his chest.
At this time, Senior Sister Lin was ashamed and angry.
But she didn't have the slightest idea. The cultivation level around her had already been imprisoned by Ding Xiaoshuguo.
Her cheeks were even more rosy, like the sunset over there.
A tulle long skirt undulates with the wind, showing off her slender figure.
Ding Xiaoyi hugged Senior Sister Lin and rushed into the jungle under the peak.
Senior Sister Lin was both ashamed and afraid. She was afraid that this commoner boy would think less of her.
What she worried about didn't happen.
Ding Xiaoyi led her to a dense towering ancient tree, and then shielded her whole body from the aura.
At this time,
Several figures shot towards the dense jungle like ghosts.
Their eyes were sharp and their aura was majestic. As soon as they entered the dense jungle, they immediately broke into pieces and scattered around.
Hidden on the ancient tree, Ding Xiaoyi and Senior Sister Lin saw this group of ghostly figures.
Senior Sister Lin opened her mouth to ask, but was stopped by Ding Xiaoyi's sharp eyes.
The grievances in her heart came like a tide, and she did not expect that these people would even kill herself.
Is this the legendary murder and silence?
Senior Sister Lin was shocked and ashamed. She didn't dare to look at the gloomy-looking boy in civilian clothes.
Ding Xiaoyi watched coldly as several figures passed by his feet.
They were several sword cultivators wearing ghost-face masks and sword pavilion costumes.
Although he couldn't tell their age, Ding Xiaoyi knew that these Jiange sword cultivators were not ordinary Jiange disciples.
They exist to deal with shady matters.
A figure appeared at Ding Xiaoyi's feet like a ghost.
He raised the grimace mask, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
He has already discovered Ding Xiaoyi and Senior Sister Lin.
Just as he was about to sound a warning, a red light flashed under Ding Xiaoyi's feet.
That is Ding Xiaoyi’s heart sword,
The speed of the heart sword reached its peak, turning into a red light and shooting towards the ghostly figure.
There was a sound of "poof",
The ghostly figure's body and head were separated, and a huge head rose into the sky.
Ding Xiaoyi Ning pointed at the head rising into the sky and flicked her finger.
The sword energy was like a glow and sank into the head rising into the sky.
Then Ding Xiaoyi swayed and held onto the headless corpse that was about to fall.
Senior Sister Lin looked horrified in her heart.
Ding Xiaoyi kills decisively, and his movements are extremely skillful.
With just one move, he killed this ghost-faced man from Jiange.
This ghost-faced sword cultivator died silently, leaving no trace or sound.
Finally, the body of the ghost-faced sword cultivator turned into starlight all over the sky like glass, and turned into spiritual rain that swayed down.
"Walk",
Ding Xiaoyi grabbed Senior Sister Lin's slender waist and jumped into the air.
After a few moves, they were far away from the ancient tree.
After their figures left for a few breaths,
Several figures flew towards them, and they were none other than the sword cultivators from the Sword Pavilion wearing grimace masks.
They looked at the few drops of blood remaining on the ground, and their eyes couldn't help but shine with an even more chilling light.
"The kid's escape is not far away, so spread out and look for him."
A hoarse voice sounded, and the other ghost-faced sword cultivators nodded slightly.
Then these ghost-faced figures scattered around again
And go.
They didn't pick up any grass or trees, not even the leaves.
Ding Xiaoyi felt an unspeakable pressure rushing over him.
He also brought Senior Sister Lin with him. If he did not bring Senior Sister Lin from Xuanshuang Peak with him, he believed that he could easily kill these ghost-faced sword cultivators with his own strength.
He knew that the real purpose of these ghost-faced sword cultivators was to kill Senior Sister Lin, to kill and silence people.
Senior Sister Lin seemed to know the seriousness of the matter.
She let Ding Xiaoyi hold her slim waist and rise from the ancient trees.
Her eyes began to look frightened,
She almost opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Ding Xiaoyi's sharp eyes.
At the same time, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, this young man was really hateful.
Ding Xiaoyi, with a figure like the wind, led Senior Sister Lin up to a dense towering tree.
He stretched out his consciousness and stirred around.
Divine consciousness spreads around like a tide,
The ghost-faced sword cultivators were still some distance away from them.
"What do you want to say?" Ding Xiaoyi asked softly.
"I want to relieve myself!",
Senior Sister Lin was shy and anxious, she said softly.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help being shocked.
People have three kinds of anxieties, which cannot be controlled by cultivation.
He held Senior Sister Lin's slender waist and slid silently down the towering tree like a gecko, and then found a hidden place.
Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the hidden place and signaled Senior Sister Lin to deal with it quickly.
Senior Sister Lin stared at Ding Xiaoyi angrily.
Then he reluctantly walked towards the hidden place.
Ding Xiaoyi was on guard, and his consciousness had already spread to the surroundings like a tide.
A soft rustling sound came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears.
There was a movement in his heart, and a ray of spiritual consciousness unconsciously penetrated into the hidden place.
Then a white figure formed in his mind.
He had already taken a look at Senior Sister Lin's plump and fair figure.
It's just a pity that Senior Sister Lin doesn't seem to be a virgin anymore.
Senior Sister Lin was ashamed and annoyed. She always felt like there was a pair of eyes peeking at her.
But there was nothing she could do.
She hated and feared this commoner boy, all in all, she had mixed emotions.
After excreting all the filth in her body, she stood up quietly.
The moment Senior Sister Lin stood up,
A cold light shot towards her back like a thunderbolt.
Senior Sister Lin was caught off guard. She felt the aura of death coming over her.
The cold sword light gave her whole body goosebumps.
Her whole body was numb but she forgot to dodge the sword light coming from her.
The sword light, which was like a thunderous giant, had already locked her tightly.
Senior Sister Lin was even scared to death.
She wanted to scream, but found that she couldn't shout a word.
The sword light was about to reach her back vest, when a bright sword light shot out from beside her.
"hiss",
Senior Sister Lin heard a sharp sound breaking through the air.
Then she heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh again,
A faint scent of blood filled the air.
She was so panicked that she didn't even react.
She only felt her slender waist being held by strong hands, and then her body was lifted up like a soaring cloud and mist.
Senior Sister Lin’s face was extremely pale.
When the strong hands wrapped around her waist, she felt a little bit safe.
She finally understood that these ghost-faced sword cultivators were actually here to kill her.
She always thought that these ghost-faced sword cultivators were
Came to kill Ding Xiaoyi, but she thought wrong.
There is the sound of wind blowing in my ears,
Senior Sister Lin was embraced by this strong hand, and she felt an unprecedented sense of security.
She really wanted to look up at this young face,
However, the shame in her heart became more and more intense.
She found that her heart was pounding like a deer.
"Hey...",
Another sharp sound that broke through the air reached Senior Sister Lin's ears, and she felt the cold light in the hands of the boy in cloth.
"Dang..." sound,
A sound of jingo clashing sounded.
She felt her body shake slightly, and then she felt her body lighten again.
After several moves,
Ding Xiaoyi has already grasped all these situations.
Five or six ghost-faced sword cultivators have been ambushed in this jungle, and their real intention is to kill Senior Sister Lin.
That is to say, killing people and silencing them.
He really wanted to break through to Kunwu Peak, but the jungle had already set up a dragnet.
"They are the sword slaves of the Jiange, and they only obey the orders of the master. Within the Jiange, only the sword slaves of the Jiange have the authority to kill."
Senior Sister Lin's voice was very soft, like the sound of a mosquito.
She was explaining to Ding Xiaoyi the identities of these ghost-faced sword cultivators.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened slightly. Jiange was indeed not a pure land.
"I know," Ding Xiaoyi said coldly.
He really wanted to leave Senior Sister Lin behind and break through to Kunwu Peak.
But he couldn't leave Senior Sister Lin behind.
Although he didn't have any good impression of Senior Sister Lin, he couldn't watch Senior Sister Lin die in the hands of the sword slave.
He didn't want Senior Sister Lin to be killed because of her.
He still has the minimum bottom line, and it has nothing to do with pity for flowers and cherishing jade.
