Taking advantage of the immense pain in Ren Xing's wound and the mad chaos in the sea of tanzhong, Ling Zhen did not hesitate to seize this precious opportunity to draw the sword.
At this moment, the young man in green robe stretched out his sword straight forward.
On the famous sword Hong Mo owned by her mother Yao Ying, there was a rich and powerful natal energy.
A wave of Qi poured out with this sword.
The killing power reached its peak.
This is the most astonishing and powerful move among the Qianjun Sword Techniques, the city-breaking move!
The sword energy flashed away and completely penetrated the incomparably strong "Qigong Giant City" where Ren Xing was.
With the vulture swaying unsteadily and his mind shaking, he gave this dead dwarf a fatal blow!
Ling Zhen's natal Qi and the unparalleled Sword Dao Qi combined and blended together, and passed through Ren Xing's chest in an instant!
With just such a sword blow, Ren Xing, who was already severely injured, could no longer withstand it.
The internal strength was declared broken, and the body-protecting energy was gone.
I saw the dwarf wearing tiger skin, and in an instant, a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth.
And because of the extremely serious internal injuries, this guy not only had blood gushing from his mouth.
The eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and seven orifices on the face all have scarlet blood flowing continuously!
Ren Xing, the eldest disciple of Qing Luan, the leader of the Demonic Way in the past, could no longer live up to his well-known name of "Vajra Eagle" at this moment.
Miserable failure!
Ling Zhenzong stepped forward, probably as a precaution, fearing that Ren would struggle to his death, so he used the eight small fish with considerable killing power to launch a final counterattack.
Therefore, the eldest young master of the Ling family uses two swords, swish and swish, with extremely fast speed.
With extremely fast speed and the momentum of cutting off water with a knife, he removed Ren Xing's pair of fat and thick palms on the spot.
There was a "snap" sound, which was the sound of two severed palms falling to the ground!
The sword was drawn out so fast that no one even noticed, and both hands were gone.
His body was hit by several swords, his shoulders were burned through by fire, Tanzhong Fuhai was completely destroyed, all his internal strength was lost, his true energy was gone... Now, even his two hands were gone.
The pain caused by so many internal injuries, external injuries and disabilities has been superimposed. It has reached the highest point and reached the peak. No matter how painful it is, it can't hurt anymore.
Therefore, punishment becomes numb.
He was so stimulated by the overwhelming pain that he completely lost his ability to perceive, feeling as numb as a wooden chicken.
Even the shouting that had been going on for a long time stopped. They didn't make any noise or yell, they just stayed where they were.
Ling Zhen put away his natal sword, Vulcan, and then carefully looked up and down at the tiger-skinned dwarf to make sure that he had no ability to fight again, and then took a step towards him.
The clothes made of tiger skin that Ren was sentenced to were soaked in his own blood and turned red.
There are too many wounds, and blood is gushing out. There is no need to try to stop it, because it can't be stopped!
Because the master called him Qingluan Demon Lord, and people in the world called him Diamond Eagle, the fat short man was in a very bad state at the moment. He was so stiff and stood there as if dying.
There was no expression on Ling Zhen's face, and he did not show any joy after defeating a powerful enemy. He just put the sword into its sheath and pinned Hong Mo back to his waist.
The green-robed young master looked at Ren Xing, slowly raised an arm, and struck it with all his strength.
This hand strike hit Ren Xing's big head that was covered with many leprosy marks.
Then you can hear a sound like a temple monk striking a wooden fish.
Boom!
That damn dwarf just sat down like that.
Both of his legs are extremely short, fat and stubby. Even when he is sitting like this, he is not much shorter than when he is standing. He looks quite ridiculous.
Ren Xing's face was in a trance, and he sat blankly on the ground. He suddenly murmured: "If there were no Qianjun Sword Art, no first sword... Ling Zhen, how on earth did you defeat me with the first sword?" A qigong mask?”
Ling Zhen smiled lightly and said, "Don't you know? Senior Feng Shanbai and Master Bai Zhu were good friends back then. He learned a lot from Buddhist techniques and used them in his own set of sword techniques." , can make the sword energy have unparalleled penetration ability, even the Buddhist Vajra body may not be able to withstand it, let alone you?"
"It's Buddha again...it's actually related to Buddhism again!"
Ren Xing wailed in despair and collapse, "Back then, my master lost to Monk Bai Zhu in Qingling Mountain, and today I lost to the swordsmanship related to Buddhist techniques. No matter what evil I did in my previous life, I can't get over this." Kan, must he die in the hands of Buddhism?!"
Ling Zhen waved his hands vigorously, his tone increased, he interrupted Ren Xing, and said: "You are wrong, this has nothing to do with the so-called Buddha or not. You lost at the hands of me, not at the hands of me. Being in the hands of Buddha, can you understand this?"
Ren Xing was stunned.
Ling Zhen said again very leisurely: "Your master Qingluan Demon Lord was not able to break through the body of Master Baizhu until his death. That was not because of the Buddhist Qi. Firstly, it was because your master was too cultivated in Taoism. Too shallow, and secondly because Master Bai Zhu, the abbot of Qingling Temple, whose real name before becoming a monk was Liu Ding, was the top powerhouse of the Great Dragon Clan in Shenlong Continent. As you know, every member of the Great Dragon Clan was born with the most powerful It is normal for a strong physical body to be difficult to break through. But tonight, in this dream fairy house, I handed over Qianjun Sword Qi and successfully introduced the power of the sword into your body, causing the first The success of the sword has broken the hard Qigong you have always been confident in. What does this mean? It means that your hard work is not good enough, but my swordsmanship is already good. The spear can break the shield. The spear is harder than the shield. It's just That's it, everything else is false! Only cultivation and actual combat ability are the reality that no one can change!"
Ling Zhen's words left Ren Xing speechless.
The big pile of fat meat was now lifeless and slumped on the ground. Ren Xing, who was covered in blood, had a low voice and seemed energetic and weak. He tried his best to say: "Ling, you are a powerful kid, I can't beat him." You can’t do it, so you admit defeat.”
Ling Zhen simply hummed and said with a smile: "I just saw you wearing eight small rings on your hands, and you can summon eight wisps of white Qi from your fingertips. You are extremely efficient in killing people. What can you say about that? What baby?"
He gave up the hope of living and was about to die on his own. It no longer mattered to him. He smiled calmly and said: "That's my treasure. It's called the Bone Evisceration Ring. It's a good thing I got from wandering around the world in these years. If you put this thing on your finger, you can destroy eight white fish at will, and kill people with just a snap of your fingers..."
Ling Zhen nodded appreciatively, "Eviscerate the bones and strip the tendons. What a good name. It sounds very domineering at first glance. It's quite good. It can rival my naming skills."
Ling Zhen bent down and took eight delicate small rings from the ground, off Ren Xing's pair of severed hands, and then put them on his hands openly.
To use what Ling Zhen himself said before, this kind of taking advantage is called "touching the corpse"!
Ren Xing raised his eyebrows and said: "This little thing is extremely sharp and it takes a lot of effort to control it, otherwise it won't listen to you!"
Ling Zhen seemed to be deaf, and did not listen to Ren Xing, a man who was about to die, but his words were kind.
Young Master Qingpao has accumulated the inner strength of his life in the palms of his hands. He wants to use this method to refine the Eight Precepts and make them his own magic weapon for his own use.
Two words, recognize the master!
In other words, recognize the owner on the spot!
Ren Xing, who was about to end his life, looked back with an extremely shocked expression.
Just because he saw that the precious ring that he had put so much effort into refining, actually allowed Ling Zhen to refining it lightly, and he gave up the secret to the light and accepted the new owner!
Ling Zhen first said to himself: "Let me try to see if this little thing works."
Then with a sweet smile, he stepped to the side and saw an ordinary wooden chair that was relatively complete and had not been affected by the battle just now.
Ling Zhen put his left and right hands on the chair.
In an instant, following Ling Zhen's thoughts, the "white fish" jumped out of the ring and slipped out from between the fingers of both hands.
The speed was unimaginable. In the blink of an eye, the wooden chair was chopped into pieces, and the floor was covered with newly cut and chopped wood pieces!
He easily mastered the use of these eight small murder rings.
This is a peerless genius that is rare in the world!
Ren Xing, the original owner of the ring, was dumbfounded and couldn't even utter a word.
Are these eight damn white fish so easy to rebel?
Ling Zhen stared at the new rings on both hands, feeling refreshed and said with a smile: "Now this bone-removing and tendon-removing ring belongs to me. It is really useful. It is much more useful than some other murder magic weapons." Got it!"
Hearing Ling Zhen say this, Ren Xing, who had lost everything, felt like crying without tears. His situation was infinitely sad and pitiful.
"Ling Zhen..."
Ren Xing's lips moved, "Give me a happy one."
Ling Zhen turned his head and looked at the miserable guy sitting slumped on the ground. His expression was as usual, but his words still contained some compassion, "Well, looking at you now, living is indeed worse than If you die, I will reward you with a chance to meet your master, Demon Lord Qingluan."
Ren Xing nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
The last words of the King Kong Eagle who have dominated the world for many years were - "Master, in the next life, I will bring you tea and water and serve you!"
Before Ling Zhen started killing people, he also said something last: "I am going south this time, and my destination is the South China Sea. My purpose is to conquer the last remaining large-scale demonic sect in the Splendid Dynasty - the White Bone Sword Sect. ! That sect has done many evil things, and its power is not small. In terms of scale, it should be very different from the Qingluan Sect you used to belong to. However, it is a demonic sect dominated by swordsmen, and the overall swordsmanship is definitely relatively more lethal. Better..."
As he was speaking, without any warning, the words stopped abruptly.
Ling Zhen drew out the Hongmo Sword and wiped it out with one strike!
The speed was so fast that it was impossible to react. In the blink of an eye, the long sword was returned to the red-pink scabbard.
Ren Xing's big, bloated head had rolled to the ground.
From the broken neck, blood spurted out!
The reason why he decided to take people's lives in such a sudden way was because Ling Zhen had compassion and didn't want the dwarf named Ren to die in too much pain.
It is much better to die in one blow than to die in endless fear!
"I'll send you back to the west, where you can meet the Buddha and repent to him for the sins you have committed during your lifetime!"
Ling Zhen did not look at the fresh corpse with no head, but said this solemnly.
This sentence contains good prayers and good chants, that is, I hope that after being punished for killing and committing crimes in this life, I can ascend to the Buddha Kingdom in the West after death.
Ren Xing was dead, and apart from Ling Zhen, there was only one living person left in the largest room in the brothel called Mengxian.
That is the top star of Hongmenglou, the "oiran" coveted by thousands of men - Leng Miaoyin!
Ling Zhen restrained the frightening murderous aura flowing all over his body and tried to maintain a calm and calm posture so as not to be too scary. Then, he teleported and leaped onto the stage.
He stood next to the oiran wearing a thin emerald green veil.
Leng Miaoyin, who was still in great shock and couldn't get over it, finally regained her composure until the young man in green robe stretched out his strong arms and hugged her slender willow waist.
Wearing a green robe, she held the oiran in a green skirt with one arm in an extremely gentle manner.
Ling Zhen came close to Leng Miaoyin's stunningly beautiful face and said softly: "Miss Leng, the evil man has died under my sword, and there is nothing to worry about."
Leng Miaoyin, who was wearing that emerald green translucent tulle skirt, had completely understood that she had been saved by this handsome young man in green robe.
The current situation is safe and sound, and there is no longer any fear of life!
There were transparent tears in her stunningly beautiful eyes, which couldn't be accumulated and just burst out involuntarily.
Leng Miaoyin stretched out her arms and hugged her great benefactor Ling Zhen tightly.
If it weren't for Ling Zhen tonight, I might have become a toy for torture!
Ling Zhen held the piece of "warm fragrant nephrite" that many men dreamed of in her arms, and gently stroked the skin of the oiran's back with her hands over and over again, and said slowly: "Remember me, my surname is Ling. It’s true, it comes from the Celestial Villa of Lord Shenyuan.”
Leng Miaoyin didn't answer, she just kept wailing and crying, with tears streaming down her face.
Tears stained the front of Ling Zhen's blue robe.
Ling Zhen was still comforting him with good words. He knew very well that after experiencing the extremely terrifying situation just now, not to mention a weak female, even an ordinary man who had never practiced martial arts, it would be difficult to recover. Come here, it's understandable.
"Stop crying, it's all over. Miss Leng is so beautiful, it would be bad if she cried like a tabby cat."
After Ling Zhen said this warmly, the oiran Leng Miaoyin released her arms holding Ling Zhen, and she pulled her face out of the young man's chest.
Her exquisite makeup was already crying at this time, and she really became what Ling Zhen called a "tabby cat".
Of course, Leng Miaoyin is still the number one in this brothel, and her beauty is unparalleled, so she won't become ugly like this.
Still breathtakingly beautiful!
Leng Miaoyin, whose face was stained with tears, stared at Ling Zhen intently. After she stopped crying, she said: "Young Master is born with a handsome face and a charming person. If there is a fate in the next life, the little girl will definitely repay this kindness with her body." …”
Ling Zhen listened to her somewhat incomprehensible words and smiled lightly a few times. He was about to say that it was nothing, it was just a matter of effort, how could he say that he would commit himself to each other in the next life?
But what Leng Huakui said next was so strange that even Ling Zhen was suddenly taken aback.
After a moment of silence, the courtesan named Leng, who was above all the female prostitutes in Red Dream House, said in a tone that seemed to be extremely reluctant: "But in this life, I can only aggrieve Master Ling... Miss Rong, I Repay kindness with hatred, take the young master's life in exchange for one of your own!"
Ling Zhen was immediately shocked.
Then it was completely creepy!
Just because he first saw Leng Miaoyin take out a cloth bag from his sleeve, before he opened the bag, a very familiar pungent smell wafted out.
When Leng Miaoyin opened the small walking bag, the smell suddenly became extremely strong and very choking.
Ling Zhen was shocked like five thunders, and of course he was very clear about it.
This smell was the same exciting smell in that room that made me and the Lan sisters faint!
Not enough after one time?
Come again? !
Ling Zhen was furious, stretched out his hand and pushed the oiran away, tried to use his internal energy, and once again tried to use Qinglong Qi to save himself.
This time it was exactly the same futile effort.
The dizziness in his head became stronger and stronger, and his body became weaker and weaker. Soon Ling Zhen was unable to mobilize any energy at all!
"Damn it, I actually fell down in the same pit twice..."
The green robe fell limply to the ground again.
Ling Zhen, who was about to lose consciousness, saw Leng Miaoyin, who was wearing a green skirt, holding a short sharp dagger before closing his eyes.
The oiran held the murderous blade with one hand, said "Master, forgive me" sincerely, and walked up to him step by step.
When Ling Zhenlian was dueling with the Diamond Eagle Ren Xing, he did not feel that he would die at all and was confident that he could win the fight.
But at the moment, he really felt that my life was at stake!
The eldest young master of Tianshen Villa closed his eyes in despair, his eyes darkened, and he resigned to his fate.
Immediately, the effects of the medicine took effect, and Ling Zhen didn’t know anything anymore...
