Chapter 3

At the entrance of the forbidden area, five figures came together, and the person in front of them was Lin Zhong who had occupied ningyue's seat before.

"I want to go. That's the master's agreement. You have no right to stop me."

Rather more sink a voice to drink, the last soft meaning in the eye remnant transiently cold fierce, in the sleeve both hands subconsciously a grip. He knew in his heart that the person who framed him naturally wanted to cut the grass to get rid of the roots, but he never thought that he would come so soon.

"Yes, you lost dog, get out of the cloud Pavilion. We can't control it. However, this is the forbidden area of our family. You, an outsider, break in without permission and try to do something wrong, so we have to take care of it! " As soon as Lin Zhong snorted, he raised his hand and pulled out his sword. At the same time, he glanced at the distance.

"Younger martial sister Wei'er, it's none of your business here. Hurry up and tell the elder and other martial brothers that ningyue is still in a bad mood. We'll catch him here!"

Suddenly, Wei'er quickly turned to drink: "elder martial brother Ning, it's not me..."

With a wave of his hand, Ning Yue nodded and said: "I know, it has nothing to do with Wei'er. However, Lin Zhong was right on one point. This is not the place you should stay. Let's go. I didn't expect that we could settle the accounts so soon. "

"Elder martial brother Ning, I..."

Cherry lips tremble slightly, Wei'er jumps up, and her dexterous figure sweeps to the distance.

"Elder martial brother Ning, wait. I'll call the master to come here."

Looking at the beautiful shadow leaving smoothly, Ning Yue smiles inexplicably: "no need. I'll take care of my own business. I hope it's in time. "

His eyes suddenly became cold again. He looked at the five figures in front of him, and finally fell on Lin Zhong, who was the leader. He hummed: "how did you come here? What about Shi Guangqi? Why didn't he come? I think he must be the mastermind of this set up. I just didn't expect that even Yuhao was rebelled by you. "

"Will you continue to make up your lies when you are dying? You don't need elder martial brother Shi to deal with you now. It's true that your original strength has reached the Ninth level of Yuanwu realm, but it's a pity that with the finger of the sword elder, your accomplishments are only seven levels of Yuanwu realm. Don't you always feel proud and strong? But now in my eyes, you'd rather be just a waste! We have enough for you. "

Lin Zhong gave a cold smile, then raised his hand, and the sound of his fingers was very clear.

At the next moment, the four disciples drew their swords at the same time and stepped out quickly, forming a semicircle. Their swords were crisscrossed with each other, and they seemed to form a formation. The disciples of the sect have been practicing and walking together all the time. They have a tacit understanding with each other. Besides, many martial arts in Yunxu sword pavilion are cooperated by several people.

"How many of you want to take me?"

Rather more cold hum a smile, at the same time he subconsciously step back, instinctively raise a grip to behind.

However, in the next moment, he was slightly surprised that the familiar cold touch did not fall into his palm, and there was nothing in the five fingers closing. He grabbed a space and suddenly remembered that in order to completely get rid of the relationship with Yunxu sword Pavilion, he not only took off his disciple's Robe, but also left his sword in the hut.

Naturally, Lin Zhongyang saw a change of expression in Ning Yue's eyes. He laughed and said, "I'm a lost dog. I forgot my sword. Take him

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sword roared in an instant, and the four disciples leaped out of the sword together. Under the twinkling cold light, the wind swept by. In the blink of an eye, ningyue was trapped in the middle, and the four bright edges were cut to his limbs.

"Without swords, you are no match for me!"

Yunxu sword Pavilion focuses on sword cultivation, but it also has a lot of martial arts.

At least, ningyue will have a lot.

In a flash of lightning, his body shape, which was writhing on the flat ground, was able to pass under the left double swords. With a stroke of one fist and one palm, he hit them with backhand. When his body shape was interspersed with each other, he hit them on the back.

Bang! Bang!

The two disciples trembled and staggered out. They exchanged eyes with each other and were slightly surprised.

However, Ning Yue couldn't avoid the other two on his right. The cold light and sword Qi crossed in front of him. The cold tingling sensation instantly penetrated his robe and kissed his warm skin.

Hissing——

Two wisps of fragments fall in the light of the sword. The gray surface has been stained by splashing blood beads. Scarlet is like a peach blossom in full bloom.

In a twinkling, Lin Zhongfei leaped through the two disciples he had won. He turned over, flew up and stepped down.

As soon as his brow wrinkled, he would rather take a few steps back. He was about to adjust his posture to fight again. However, there was a burst of tearing pain under his ribs, and more scarlet came out to stain his robes. Just now, the wound was torn open.

Bang!

The opportunity was fleeting. He watched the other side kick him hard on his chest and beat his body back. He didn't stop until a sharp pain came from his back and hit a bunch of rusty bars in the rear.

"Wow

Ning Yue bowed his head and spat out a big mouthful of dirty blood. At the same moment, a touch of cold was on his side neck.

With a sneer, Lin Zhong said, "wasn't that crazy just now? How can you be so vulnerable? Ningyue, you are a waste! Don't worry. I won't kill you today. I'll take you back to elder martial brother Shi. No, I'll leave you to the elder. "

The blood is still dripping from the corner of the mouth. I'd rather gasp a little harder. As soon as I look around, there are fallen iron pillars everywhere. The crisscross chains in mid air are like a cobweb blocking the sky. I'm trapped in it, but I can't get out.

This forbidden area is a sword grave. Will it be his end?

He struggled to get up, but the pain from all over his body gathered together, which made him show his teeth and continue to hum with pain. His legs were unable to stand up. Subconsciously, he scratched at random, and he didn't know what he was holding. The sharp pain of splitting fell into his fingers.

Not fences, but... Swords?

In the sting, it seems that there is something else, inexplicable warmth, straight into the depths of flesh and blood

Ningyue didn't care about the subtle clues, just raised his unwilling head, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Very good. I like that look. It's burning with anger, but I can't help it. How about abandoning you before taking you back? "

Lin Zhong laughed and stepped back. Then he stepped out of the sword. The wind of the sword cut ningyue's right shoulder.

"Are you calling me?"

In the dark, I heard a cold voice whispering in my ear, but I didn't have time to pay attention to it. I didn't care about the pain coming from my right fingers. With a stroke of strength, I pulled out the rusty sword nailed in the stone platform and held it directly on its blade.

Ding!

The clear sound reverberates in the forbidden area of Yunxu sword Pavilion. Half of the bright silver blade flies into the air, and then falls to the ground with a nail, obliquely inserted on the earth.

Tick, tick.

The blood is dripping, and the scarlet is between the fingers holding the rusty blade. On the side of the same brown and rusty sword tip, there was a touch of blood, the other side's blood.

Can't help but step back, Lin Zhong can't believe looking at the hand of the broken sword, at the same time the shoulder to tear pain in telling him, he was injured.

"It's really you, ningyue. This is what you asked for. You just want to give up your arm. Now it seems that the two should be cut off together. "

Lin Zhong drank hard, took another sword from the disciple behind him, and jumped to ningyue again.

"Do you desire power?"

Just now, the cold voice whispered in my ear again. Ningyue was surprised and subconsciously answered.

"Yes, I want strength."

I don't know why he would really answer that voice, but there is one thing in his heart that he is very firm and can't die here. The accusation of being stigmatized has not been cleared, and the pain of betrayal is still in his heart. How can others seize his own honor?

Any possibility, at the moment will not let go.

At this moment, Ning Yue suddenly felt that the pain of holding the sword between his fingers was a little more intense, and the pain also decreased rapidly. In a trance, his vision was blurred, and his mind was in chaos.

The whole body seems to be burning blood, heart out of thin air full of violence, limbs back to the long lost strength.

This feeling, how and that night last inexplicable kill fierce beast, some similar?

In the dark, the voice just sounded again.

"The contract is reached... Those who hurt my master will be killed!"

A sudden cold wind caresses Lin Zhong. Lin Zhong shivers all over his body and moves. The light cold is born in the void, but it caresses his hand holding the sword, and gradually spreads all over his body and stabs his soul.

What's going on?

He was shocked to see that Ning Yue stood up again. On the surface of a rusty ancient sword, all the brown and red patches faded away, and the debris danced in the wind like countless flowers blooming. Above the exposed edge, the scarlet light flowed, weird and soul stirring.

"Elder martial brother Lin, what's the matter with him?"

In the rear, one of the disciples was frightened. Similarly, the inexplicable chill lingered around him, and the feeling was the same.

fear.

Long hair disorderly dance, rather more eyes dyed a layer of scarlet like sword light, strange smile: "just now, you seem to say to break my arm?"

Bang!

Sword out, scarlet arc under the cold light, fast win Jidian attack, Lin Zhonggen had no reaction, had to instinctively lift the sword in front of him.

Whoa!

The blood splashing in the sky is as colorful as the light of dancing sword. The sound of chopping and breaking is very clear. The broken sword and arm fall together, splashing dust. The color of horror is instantly reflected in everyone's eyes.

Lin Zhong couldn't even feel the sharp pain from his broken arm. The tip of the sword on his throat was so cold that his blood almost froze and he couldn't move at all.

"Younger martial brother ningyue, if you have something to discuss, put down your sword..." Chi! In response to him, there was only a flash of sword light. In the fierce chill, the body in different places suddenly cracked in the same place and broke into blood fog. Hand a lift, fingertips stained with a little scarlet, close to the lips, rather more ferocious smile, voice as a woman, there is an inexplicable cold“ A long lost taste. Well, who's next? " At a glance, his cold eyes swept over the remaining four disciples. In his heart, he was even more shocked. The four disciples retreated, and at the same time, some of them could not believe their own eyes. On the side of ningyue's body, a vague figure of a woman stood quietly. Her blue shirt and white skirt were spotless, and her snow-white unreal hands were holding on the strange sword.