Ling Yun was forced to have no choice but to pretend to commit suicide by biting his tongue; then he used the turtle's breath method to "play" the state of a person on the verge of death vividly, and then he tricked Princess Huanyu into opening his hands and feet and putting them in chains, and he was able to Get away.
He ran to the execution ground in one breath and looked at the blood dripping on the ground and the corpses scattered everywhere. He felt heartbroken and shouted like crazy: "Chun'er! Chun'er!..."
How much he hopes to see Lian Nanchun right now, but he is afraid of seeing her...
At that moment, all kinds of terrifying conjectures appeared in his mind, his face turned pale, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes showed uncontrollable horror.
Suddenly, Ling Yun's eyes froze. He found Monk Pingming lying among the corpses. His flesh and blood were mangled and miserable.
He staggered forward, leaned down to help him up, and called repeatedly, but there was no response. Only then did he realize that Monk Pingming had already stiffened, his whole body was cold, and he was not breathing.
At that moment, he vaguely felt his teeth chattering and bit his lips involuntarily; his pale face showed an indescribable look of despair, his whole body softened, and he gradually collapsed to the ground, his eyes Silent tears welled up in his heart and he murmured: "Why, why..."
He was holding the body of Monk Pingming and was just in a daze; until there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
Looking back, I saw Lu Wenzheng and He Yuting leading dozens of guards rushing towards this side with great momentum.
"Ling Yun," Lu Wenzheng saw him, his face immediately darkened, and he said in a majestic voice: "Stop making trouble, go back with me!"
Lu Wenzheng's words were orders and principles to Ling Yun. He always obeyed his words.
But at this time, after listening to Mr. Lu's words, he did not respond for a long time. He felt as if a drop of hot wax had been dropped on his heart. Before he could feel the pain, it was already numb and dry.
His eyes no longer had the fierce and heroic brilliance they had before; he just glanced at Mr. Lu expressionlessly, his eyes showing dullness, emptiness, and a trace of... resentment.
He froze in place for a while, then slowly stood up. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the execution ground without looking back, leaving only Lu Wenzheng's cold and lonely figure.
Looking at Lu Wenzhen's helpless and embarrassed look, He Yuting's narrow eyes became distant, and he said in a teasing tone: "Master Lu, your subordinate is getting more and more arrogant, and he doesn't even say what you say. Listen; you have to discipline me well after you go back!"
Lu Wenzheng sighed with a complicated expression and said nothing.
But it was said that Lian Nanchun was separated from Jiang Chun, Li Gang and others after a fierce fight in the dark.
She was confused, and her mind was blank except for blood, dead people, and horror.
Her body and face were covered with dripping blood. It was unclear whether it was the enemy's blood or her own blood.
She reluctantly put her sword on the ground, stumbling and walking forward aimlessly. She had snatched the sword from a guard, and the blade was curled. She was exhausted at this time and almost at the end of her strength.
She could no longer walk, so she leaned down tiredly and supported her shaky body with her sword. Now, there was no one around her, and the wind sobbed, blowing her desolate and haggard figure.
After a while, she slowly raised her head and stared blankly at the barren mountains and ridges in front of her, the frightening beheaded cliff. She couldn't help but feel cold in her heart, and said blankly: "Why did I get here?..."
At this time, she felt something strange around her. She stood up alertly and asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?"
A roar of laughter. Just listen to a cold voice: "Lian Nanchun, now you are asking for your own death. You have been so smart all your life, but you foolishly ran to this beheaded cliff, hahaha..."
As he spoke, Ying Chuanlin slowly leaned out from behind the grass not far away, with a proud and ferocious smile on his face.
"Lian Nanchun, you are at the end of your battle now. I advise you not to resist stubbornly anymore. Just surrender and capture him!"
Lian Nanchun raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Even if I die, I won't make it easier for you, a despicable villain!" The long sword was like a rainbow, and he stabbed straight through.
Ying Chuanlin struck with his sword, the sound was like a thunderbolt, and with a "Crack!", the sword in Lian Nanchun's hand was cut into two pieces.
Lian Nanchun screamed and took a few steps back. Only then did she realize that the sword in Ying Chuanlin's hand turned out to be a sword as sharp as iron.
Lian Nanchun's sharp gaze turned, and he suddenly felt that the sword looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that the name of the sword was "Wuya", and it was used by Tianxiao gang leader Li Ruiyun.
"So Li Ruiyun gave you this sword as a reward? Ying Chuanlin, it seems that you are indeed very proud!" She curled up the corner of her mouth and said with a somewhat mocking tone.
Ying Chuanlin ignored her sarcasm and said proudly: "That's right, Gang Leader Li always admires and values someone very highly!"
Lian Nanchun's scarlet eyes flashed with coldness, and he said almost word for word through his teeth: "Yes, you have done so many bad things and killed so many of us. He deserves to be I should give you a good compliment!"
Ying Chuanlin smiled conspiratorially, "Lian Nanchun, you didn't expect that today you will die under Gang Leader Li's sword! I remember when you betrayed Tian Xiao and colluded with Ling Yun on Gang Leader's wedding night , assassinated him - now let’s settle the old and new grudges together!..."
Lian Nanchun glanced at him sideways and sneered: "Ying Chuanlin, you are really Li Ruiyun's loyal lackey! How many benefits has he given you, is it worth you working for him like this? Just because he has always been Are you taking care of your family?"
"Lian Nanchun!..." Ying Chuanlin couldn't help but become angry when the painful spot was touched, and the blood-colored evil surging in his eyes immediately spurted out.
He raised his hand and drew his sword, the angry sword bloomed wildly, shrouding Lian Nanchun in the shadow of his cold sword like a violent storm.
Lian Nanchun had no choice but to wave the broken sword with the curled edge in his hand, barely coping and resisting.
In fact, she had been suppressing the hatred in her heart at first, and did not want to anger him; but when she saw his ferocious and arrogant face, she couldn't help but think of Master Pingming who died tragically in Lianxuan... and her heart surged. A kind of unspeakable anger, hastened the conflict to the point of being irreconcilable.
At this time, Lian Nanchun was exhausted. She was at a disadvantage, passive in everything, barely parrying and dodging, and in a hurry, she suffered several injuries on her body.
Suddenly Ying Chuanlin changed his sword path, "shaking the earth" and "turning the clouds into chaos". Killer moves appeared one after another, as if they were done in one go. The ruthless sword moves were like thunder, lightning, and lightning, forcing Lian Nanchun to retreat continuously.
The last move, "Wind and Sand", forced Lian Nanchun to hide and escape. He had no choice but to close his eyes in despair, just waiting for the fatal sword to pass through his heart!
At this time, she heard Ying Chuanlin's scream, as sharp as a wolf's howl.
At this critical moment of life and death, a pebble came whistling with the sound of the fierce wind and hit Ying Chuanlin's wrist!
There was a heartbreaking pain, and Ying Chuanlin let go of his long sword.
At this time, the figure of the person who had just issued the hidden weapon was flying around, as graceful as a startled dragon, and he was already approaching with several ups and downs; with a graceful "Flower in the Sea", he was catching the "Wuya" sword that was about to fall to the ground. !
The person who came moved quickly, and the sword was swung back with a "wind and thunder"; but when he saw a bloody light burst in front of his eyes, Ying Chuanlin's left arm had been cut off!
Ying Chuanlin's face turned pale in pain, rolling on the ground and howling like a pig being slaughtered. It was extremely painful.
Lian Nanchun raised his face and collided with the visitor's deep and dim eyes. She couldn't help but change her face, and smiled sadly: "It's you, you are finally here..."
The person who came was none other than Ling Yun.
Ying Chuanlin lay on the ground, his body and face covered in blood. He was shaking all over and gritted his teeth and said: "Ling Yun, my good junior brother, you... you are really my nemesis..."
Ling Yun's face was expressionless. He pointed his sword and pressed it to his throat: "Ying Chuanlin, do you want me to do it myself, or do you want to do it yourself?"
Ying Chuanlin laughed miserably: "Ling Yun, this fight between you and me is not in vain... thank you for your help..." He rolled over and reached the edge of the cliff.
Ling Yun took two steps forward, fierce murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.
Ying Chuanlin said with some reluctance: "Ling Yun, do you really not care about the brotherhood between you and me? Do you really want to kill them all?"
Ling Yun suddenly laughed, the laughter was shrill and long, "Ying Chuanlin, you are so thick-skinned! Let me ask you, who was it that stirred up trouble, sow discord, and killed so many people in Hermitage Villa, step by step? I was forced into this situation today?
"Didn't you kill everyone? When you did these things, did you ever think about the brotherhood between you and me? Since you are in the first year of junior high school, don't blame me for being in the fifteenth year! Ying Chuanlin, today you are like this You deserve the fate you deserve!"
The muscles at the corners of Ying Chuanlin's mouth kept twitching, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You... can you bear the responsibility of killing the imperial official?"
The look in Ling Yun's eyes was almost numb, and his pale face showed a deathly emotion. "Anyway, you have already hurt me like this. Now it doesn't matter if you kill one more person and charge one more crime!" As he said, The long sword suddenly thrust forward.
Ying Chuanlin stretched out his hand to grab the sword blade and said hoarsely: "I... don't need you to do anything!..." His body rolled and fell down the abyss.
The long and shrill screams echoed in the empty valley, which was terrifying.
Ling Yun held the sword and stood silently on the edge of the cliff, his face gloomy, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling...
At this time, he suddenly heard Lian Nanchun behind him moaning in pain, and turned around hurriedly; he saw Lian Nanchun staggering down the mountain with an expressionless face.
Suddenly she stumbled, her delicate figure staggered forward, and fell down.
Seeing this, Ling Yun hurriedly rushed forward, supported her and said, "Chun'er..."
Lian Nanchun suddenly struck out like lightning and hit the big point on his shoulder blade with his parallel finger.
Ling Yun's eyebrows were twisted into a tight knot, and he shouted anxiously: "Chun'er, what are you doing?..."
Lian Nanchun reached out and snatched the Wuya sword that he had just seized from Ying Chuanlin from his hand. He raised the long sword, and the cold tip of the sword exhaled a chill that chilled the soul, and directly pressed against Ling Yun's hand. heart.
Her face was pale, her almond-shaped eyes were stained with blood, and her chest was heaving violently. She gritted her teeth and said, "What are you doing? I'm going to kill you, a duplicitous hypocrite, and avenge those innocent souls who died in vain!"
