Ling Yun gradually gained the upper hand in the desperate duel with Kong Se.
Taoist nun Kongse couldn't help but become angry from shame. Her moves suddenly changed, and with a push of her jade palm, a soft and gentle wind hit her face with overwhelming force. The strong wind was mixed with a salty and fragrant aura.
Faced with the enemy's win-lose strategy, Ling Yun was startled at first, then turned his sharp eyes, and he already had a calculation in his heart.
On one side of his body, he flashed away from the powerful momentum of the Gangfeng; when he moved his long sword horizontally, he changed his mind and body, condensing the opponent's strength on the tip of the sword and then turning it around - the so-called "strengthening with strength" "!
The force Kong Se used to attack her opponent was actually transformed into a powerful force to attack herself. The huge wind and force pushed her body several feet away in an instant.
At the same time, the long sword in Ling Yun's hand shot out, "Rainbow to the sky", the fierce sword force flowing through the clouds, carrying a huge force, flew straight towards Kongse, and hit her in the front! …
The long sword penetrated the chest, and a bloody light burst out. Kong's graceful body flew backwards for several steps, and then fell heavily to the ground.
The surrounding Tianxiao disciples exclaimed and turned pale with horror.
Ling Yun pursed her lips tightly, slowly walked up to Kong Se, and looked at her indifferently, with a desolate chill in her cool eyes.
Taoist nun Kongse twitched in pain, squeezing out an excruciating moan from between her teeth, "Why, you...you are most afraid of this move..."
A sneer appeared on Ling Yun's thin lips, and his voice was as cold as ice as he said: "Do you think I am still the stupid yellow-haired boy a few years ago? Remember, Ling Yun will only lose once in anything, and never I will lose a second time!”
Kongse's eyes widened unconsciously, and they were vacant and helpless, revealing a hint of regret that was on the verge of death. "You're right, things in the world are not static. It seems I was wrong..."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, and gradually lost her breath; the remaining light in her eyes also disappeared little by little.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, instantly lifting up the veil that had always been covering her face. Ling Yun glanced at it inadvertently and couldn't help but lose his countenance.
What appeared in front of him was a ferocious, ugly face. There are numerous scars on both cheeks, including a scar from the left cheek to the corner of the mouth, which is shocking.
Although he had never seen her true face before, from the bright and gazing eyes on her scarf, Ling Yun felt that even if the Kongse Taoist Priest was not the most beautiful and fragrant person, she must be a pretty and lovely person. Beautiful woman.
But he would never have imagined that what was hidden behind the scarf was such a horrible face!
I wonder what kind of unknown, ups and downs and sad story lies behind this scarred face?
Staring blankly at Kongse's body, Ling Yun was a little horrified for a moment and was speechless for a long time.
The Tianxiao disciples next to him immediately lost their backbone when they saw their leader die; they just stood there in a daze, at a loss.
At this time, I saw Ling Yun stagnant for a moment, and thought to myself, isn't this a good opportunity to escape? Then they exchanged glances and slipped away quietly.
Ling Yunruo glanced at them sideways indifferently, letting these people run away without pursuing them.
Because now he has more important things to do, so how can he have the time to argue and waste time with such a petty soldier? He had to rush to Shiliting to join He Yuting and He Tianci.
Although He Tianci has been rescued, the current situation is still complicated and even changing rapidly - there are too many unpredictable factors and there is no room for a moment's delay.
Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated, then turned around and ran towards the agreed place with flying steps.
Let’s talk about He Yuting, He Luwei and others.
They hurried over according to the location informed by Ling Yun. From a distance, you can see a cluster of figures on the Shili Pavilion; when you get closer, you can see clearly that they are two people.
A man in black and a little boy of four or five years old.
When the child saw He Yuting coming, he was surprised and happy. He ran out of the pavilion, opened his hands and ran towards He Yuting, shouting excitedly: "Grandpa! Grandpa!..."
When He Yuting saw his grandson, he was so excited, as if he had found a treasure that had been lost for many days after all the hard work. He opened his arms tremblingly and hugged his grandson's little body tightly. In his own arms.
He Lu was so excited to see He Yuting that he seemed a little carried away. He raised the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly, and reminded at the same time: "Master Marquis, we are not out of danger yet. Should we talk about some things back home?"
After the butler's prompting, He Yuting came back from his excitement. He nodded approvingly, handed He Tianci to an attendant beside him, and ordered: "Go back home immediately!"
Everyone was about to turn around when suddenly a figure flashed in front of them. The figure of the man in black in the pavilion floated up and down in the air like a startling giant, and arrived in front of He Yuting.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were sinister, and the words he spoke out from his thin lips were so cold that they dropped from the ice, "Why, Master He is leaving now without thanking his benefactor?"
He Yuting's heart trembled. The man in black was wearing a large-brimmed hood and a black trench coat. His back was always turned to everyone, so no one paid attention to him.
At this time, the man in black slowly raised his head, revealing his sinking face and eyes full of murderous intent.
He Yuting felt his head buzz, and his face immediately became extremely ugly; he involuntarily took a few steps back and murmured: "You... you are Du Zhenghai..."
Du Zhenghai's scarlet eyes glowed with coldness, and the anger and resentment that had been squeezed in his chest for many years erupted like a volcano at that moment.
With hatred filling his chest, he said through his teeth almost every word: "Master Marquis, are you okay?..."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his arm, and there was a cold light, and the cold sword had penetrated deeply into He Yuting's chest!
A blur of blood and light. He Yuting screamed dullly and fell down softly.
Du Zhenghai suddenly pulled out his sword. He Yuting's blood splashed all over his body and face.
The muscles on He Yuting's face twitched painfully, his lips moved, but he stopped talking.
He Luwei shouted, "Master Hou!..." He rushed forward like crazy, hugged He Yuting's bloody body tightly, and called out again and again.
He Tianci was also stunned by the scene in front of him. It took him a long time to recover, and he cried loudly. He shook He Yuting's body desperately and said: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?... Please wake up, Why don’t you speak anymore…Grandpa, Grandpa…”
Ling Yun also arrived at this time. The moment he saw the tragic situation in front of him, his body instantly became stiff, his heartbeat became violent, his throat was blocked, and his chest was so tight that he could hardly breathe.
Du Zhenghai looked at the scene in front of him coldly, with an expression on his face that was neither happy nor sad. As if what was happening now had nothing to do with him, he just snorted nonchalantly, turned around and left.
But there was a flash of cold light in front of him, and Ling Yun's cold sword was already pressing into his heart.
Du Zhenghai raised his face, his cold and distant eyes colliding with Ling Yun's frightened and angry eyes.
Ling Yun had an angry look on his face, his eyes seemed to be on fire, and his expression looked more ferocious than ever before, and he said word by word: "Why-why..."
Du Zhenghai twisted his face and sighed softly: "Why do you ask even though you know everything?"
Ling Yun's face was as white as paper at this time, and his voice was trembling: "After so many years, can't the past grudges still be resolved?"
Du Zhenghai suddenly laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world; he turned his face quickly, stared at him with a pair of dazzling eyes and said: "My grandfather, my father, my mother, Qingyun Looking at the lives of so many disciples...do you think it can be resolved?"
Ling Yun's eyes became hollow and dull at that moment, and he was stunned as if he was lost.
Du Zhenghai said again: "Now if I kill your father and you kill me, then all grudges will be settled - Ling Yun, just do it!"
Ling Yun's thoughts gradually calmed down, and the strong fire of hatred in his heart was extinguished little by little, and finally turned into a pile of embers. He only felt that his heart was filled with a sense of helplessness and sadness; the eyes he looked at Du Zhenghai began to become obscure and difficult to distinguish. .
Finally, he slowly lowered the tip of his sword, sighed resignedly, turned his back silently, and simply did not look at him, saying dullly: "Go away! From now on, don't let me see you again!"
Du Zhenghai was stunned for a moment, "Why don't you... kill me?..."
Ling Yun looked sadly at the dying He Yuting on the ground, and said with a wry smile: "Everyone has to pay for the wrong things he has done. This is all his own fault..."
When he said this, he bit his lips tightly and tried his best to hold back the tears that were about to fall. He lowered his head sadly, as if he was caught in a biting chill, and his whole person looked decadent and depressed.
Du Zhenghai was silent.
"Why don't you leave?..." Ling Yun's voice became extremely cold at this time, making people shudder.
Du Zhenghai sighed, cupped his hands at Ling Yun, and turned around.
Looking at Du Zhenghai's retreating back, He Lu was about to step forward to stop him, but Ling Yun raised his hand to stop him.
He Luwei frowned, with a trace of imperceptible worry on his face. He looked at him hesitantly and muttered: "Young Master..."
Ling Yun's face was tense, and the low pressure emanating from his body enveloped the entire audience. He said in a low voice: "Let's go back home first."
Facing the powerful aura and unquestionable tone of Ling Yun, the future eldest son of the Hou Ye Mansion, He Luwei did not dare to say anything, and could only agree repeatedly...
In the Marquis's Mansion, Princess Changqing, Princess Huanyu, He Chengqi, Yu Shi and others couldn't help but be overjoyed when they heard that the young master He Tianci had returned safely.
However, when everyone learned that He Yuting had been assassinated and was dying, they immediately fell into panic.
Under He Luwei's arrangement, Mr. Liu Liu, a famous doctor in the capital, was quickly invited to provide emergency treatment to He Yuting.
Everyone was waiting outside the door worriedly.
Time passed by minute by second, and in the long and anxious suffering, everyone finally waited for the door that determined life and death to open.
Mr. Liu Liu walked out with heavy steps and a look of frustration on his face.
Princess Chang Qing stepped forward and asked nervously: "Sir, how are you doing?"
