Before the landlady could figure out what was going on, her body seemed to be hit by a huge force, blood spurted out of her mouth, and flew out like a huge cannonball, making a whirring sound.
Just as he was about to hit the cliff behind him, Xie Ling's figure blurred and appeared behind the proprietress.
He stretched out his arms, put his palms on the boss's wife's back, and stamped his feet on the ground, trying to defuse the boss's wife's castration.
It's a pity that this landlady is too big, and with the help of Yulian City, her momentum is unstoppable. Even though the tenth demon of Beimang exerted all his strength, the ground beneath his feet shattered and a long ravine was plowed out, but the attack still continued. With a final roar, the two of them crashed into a mountain wall. The gravel rolled down and dust filled the air, hiding their figures.
Not long after, there was another sound on the mountain wall, and Xie Ling, covered in dust and with a bloody head, walked out of the rubble on the mountain wall, holding the proprietress in his arms.
Xie Ling looked down at the proprietress in his arms. The proprietress was dying and looking at Xie Ling.
The landlady's sternum was mostly collapsed, and she seemed to want to reach out to touch Xie Ling's cheek, but a fat hand fell down heavily just as she reached halfway.
died.
And Xie Ling, the tenth demon who had killed countless people and made countless masters in the world change their expressions, knelt on the ground, his eyes were red, and he actually shed two lines of bloody tears. He hugged the boss's wife's body tightly, raised his head and let out a wild beast's roar that pierced his eardrums. The cliff shook and a lot of dust was shaken off.
No matter who you are, you can feel the deep sadness.
Murong Wuzhu's white teeth slightly pricked her lips, her beautiful eyes were slightly red, and she was actually a little moved.
"Idiot." Yu Liancheng rolled his eyes: "Scumbags like this deserve to die a hundred times or a thousand times. At this time, they should clap their hands and applaud."
Then he clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Good death, good death."
Xie Ling suddenly raised his head and stared at Yu Liancheng with a pair of scarlet eyes.
Murong Wuzhu stood next to Yu Liancheng. When the other party glanced at him, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but take two steps back. Biting his lip, he took two trembling steps forward and stood behind Yu Liancheng.
The demon Xie Ling said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, Xie practices evil martial arts. The beginning of the martial arts is to eat hundreds of people's hearts. Xie has committed a heinous crime and deserves to go to hell and never be reincarnated. She helped the evil tyrants, You deserve to die. But have you never killed an innocent person? Have you never stained your hands with blood?"
Yu Liancheng looked down at his hands and sighed: "Although I am not a murderer in my life, the number of innocent people who died in my hands is not a small number."
Then he grinned, with a chilling meaning: "It's a pity that whether it's Beimang or Liyang, the Jianghu court is nothing more than relying on the strong to bully the weak. It would be great for me if the disciples of Jianghu die in Jianghu. Who will take the head? If I die, I will allow you to sing and dance, haha."
"You are quite magnanimous." Xie Ling lowered his head and kissed the lady on the forehead, then wiped her eyes with her eyes wide open, stood up, and looked at Yu Liancheng with a pair of strange scarlet eyes: "There is such a thing as decapitation. I don’t like to do it, but I can peel your chest open with my fingers, ensuring that you can or can see the beating of your own heart.”
"Stop bragging." Yu Liancheng opened his hands and counted: "I can't count the number of people as awesome as you who died in my hands."
Xie Ling shouted angrily and punched his chest with both fists. With him as the center of the circle, countless tiny cracks appeared on the ground.
At the same time, the blood mist filled the air. He had self-mutilated more than 300 Qihai acupoints. Countless strands of silk threads were soaked in blood and burst out of his body. However, they were scattered but not chaotic, and finally condensed into six scarlet snakes as thick as a thumb. It keeps wandering in the air, choosing people to eat.
"Die!!"
With an angry shout, Xie Ling sprinted over. Wherever he went, wind and sand surged, and his current strength was more than twice as strong as before.
In the blink of an eye, the demon Xie Ling appeared in front of Yu Liancheng and fired dozens of punches in an instant. Every time, it is as powerful as breaking down the city wall. And six small blood-red snakes sprang out, slapping like whips, and opened their fangs.
Although he was injured by Luoyang, the first demon, his realm plummeted. But in the final analysis, he is still a first-class master, and his foundation is still there. Now he has shown his ability to press the bottom of the box and is unstoppable.
Of course, Xie Ling could also see that Yu Liancheng was a first-class master. Therefore, even if he attacks in anger, he still has three points of strength left, his back is arched, and he can escape at any time.
However, Yu Liancheng's sleeves were rolled up and all Xie Ling's attacks were neutralized.
boom! !
Then, a fist enlarged in front of his eyes.
This punch was not fast, as if it was advancing inch by inch.
However, the Qi machine blocked him tightly, and the fists were fierce, and the surrounding air rushed like flowing water, squeezing his body, making it difficult for him to escape.
For a moment, the demon Xie Lingsheng felt a huge sense of crisis.
This sense of crisis was even stronger than the battle with Luoyang.
Xie Ling blocked his arms, but soon there was the sound of broken bones. Regardless of the pain, he urged the six blood snakes to swim, but these six blood snakes were also defeated in an instant.
Under the surging punch force, Xie Ling flew backwards, spitting blood, just like the boss lady before.
However, his strength and experience are more powerful and sophisticated than the boss's wife.
Xie Ling forcibly gathered the scattered energy in his chest, twisted his waist, stamped his toes on the ground, and tried to escape with the help of Yu Liancheng's fist.
As an old saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood.
As long as that secret skill is practiced to the top, both Luoyang and the person in front of him will be able to take revenge in the future.
However, Xie Ling's figure had just reached a distance of more than ten feet, and his figure was completely motionless.
He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yu Liancheng, who had a calm expression on his face.
His whole body trembled, tiny wounds appeared on his skin, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red and making them wet. The corners of his mouth seemed to be twitching from the pain, and there was a trace of doubt in his scarlet eyes. The lips seemed to move, but no sound was heard at all.
Yu Liancheng has always been very generous when it comes to the dead, he explained.
"Do you know the old sword god Li Chungang's Rolling Dragon Wall? The sword energy rolls on the ground, sweeping back and forth. Sometimes I wonder, if the Rolling Dragon Wall does not roll on the ground, but rolls on people, what will its power be like? You’re lucky to get a taste of this.”
After saying that, he turned around and reached out to cover Murong Wuzhu's eyes: "Good boy, don't look."
Then a shrill scream sounded, like a crow wailing in the night. A mass of flesh and blood soon appeared on the ground, as if it had been cut to pieces with a thousand cuts, like the prototype of Ling Chi.
"Really, I obviously want to be a good person." Yu Liancheng sighed softly, and then became excited again: "But killing such a demon is better than building a 700-level pagoda. I am still a good person. .”
Murong Wuzhu pouted and looked at Yu Liancheng.
Of course Yu Liancheng knew what she was thinking. He touched his nose and said hehe: "I think such extremists are still a minority. We still have to believe that there are many good people in Beimang, and the devil may not kill indiscriminately."
…
Not long after the Murong siblings left, a poor old monk wearing cassocks and hemp shoes with a compassionate look on his face passed by. He sighed softly at the sight of corpses everywhere in front of him.
"Amitabha."
"The world is like a house on fire, and everyone is suffering."
Then he sat cross-legged, put his hands together, chanted sutras and recited the Buddha's name, and helped everyone overcome the sea of suffering.
