The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

However, her existence had long been known to the two of them, and Yun Que slapped her away before she even got close.

With a palm hit, Ning Yuchi cried out in pain, and immediately half of her arm couldn't move.

"Liu... Yunque!" Ning Yu gritted her teeth, "You didn't like me, so you came back to Ning's house with me, why are you still doing something to me?"

Looking at her face that was seven percent similar to Ling Qingxuan's, Yun Que frowned, and he put Ling Qingxuan in his arms, protecting her tightly.

Seeing that he cherished a woman so much, Ning Yu was mad with jealousy, the woman in his arms should have been her.

"Ning Yu, I'm following you. I just want to kill you. Since you came to the door, I'll accept it."

The boy's brows were full of anger and looked at her, but when he looked at Ling Qingxuan, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Qing'er, you are waiting for me here, hold the sword well for self-defense."

Ling Qingxuan held the spirit sword that belonged to him, and nodded.

The little guy goes first, she will make a few more swords later.

【Host……】

you want to try too?

[No, no, I think the weather is good today, suitable for sleeping. 】

Ling Qingxuan leaned against the tree and saw the two of them fighting each other.

Ning Yu's skill is not as good as before, and the skill that was quickly absorbed will come to die before it can be digested.

And Yun Que, because of the integration of Ling Qingxuan's internal strength, seems to be able to quickly solve her.

Within three moves, Ning Yu was already struggling.

She still didn't give up and shouted, "Why are you doing this to me? Obviously I like you so much."

But liking is not blindly hurting others.

It is a feeling that cannot be perfectly explained in words.

But when you are willing to give unconditionally, the other party also holds the same thought, proving that you have this feeling between you.

Yun Que didn't want to talk nonsense with her, and when the spirit sword was placed on her neck, Ning Yu held the spirit sword in both hands, and black energy came out.

"Without you, you can stay by my side." Ning Yu's eyes were fierce, the veins on her arms burst out, and her human skin mask was about to fall off.

Yun Que turned his sword away, not wanting her to touch it, and when his hands were about to touch him, he pierced her right chest with a sword.

The movements are neat and tidy, without the slightest hesitation.

The hatred between his mother and his brother was always in his heart every day.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of black blood spit out from her mouth, but Ning Yu's outstretched hand didn't retract, she just held it in mid-air, and she looked at Yun Que in shock.

Why not choose her?

Why kill her?

Pulling out the sword, Yun Que didn't want the sword to stay in her body any longer.

"Ning Yu, **** you."

There was a cry in the boy's voice.

Killing her, mother and brother, also can't come back.

Why do good people die soon and bad people die for thousands of years.

Only her blood can wash away her sins.

Ning Yu felt that her body was weightless and fell backwards, her eyes were blurred by Yun Que's elegant white clothes, she moved her fingers, but fell weakly to the ground.

Yun Que put away his sword and looked at her coldly.

speechless.

He turned around and saw the colorful fallen leaves, the red-clothed woman under the tree looked deserted, raised her hand, and the spirit sword pierced through the breeze and stabbed at him violently.

He stood still, still looking at her tenderly.

【Host! 】zz The whole pig's heart was lifted up.

Until the sword pierced into the flesh, Ning Yu finally lost the strength to resist.

She looked at the sky above her head, lingering.

Ling Qingxuan waved her hand, and the spirit sword returned to her hand, facing her, Yun Que walked towards her.

"Why didn't you move just now?" Ling Qingxuan looked at him.

She saw Ning Yu got up and threw it away.

zz At that time, all the hair was blown up, for fear that she would hurt Yunque.

"It's too late for you to spoil me, how could you hurt me?" There was a smile on the boy's lips, and he looked a little bit beaten.

Aya Qingxuan snorted coldly.

Arrogant man.

She threw the sword into his hand, turned to leave, and Yun Que quickly followed.

The two gradually moved in unison, and no outsiders could intervene.

There was no one in the backyard, Ning Yu was lying on the ground, the blood gradually drained, and the fatal injury could only make her take a few breaths.

The footsteps stepped on the leaves, and the heavy and broken sound gradually approached.

There was a black shadow in front of Ning Yu's eyes, she couldn't see clearly, but by feeling, she shouted hoarsely: "Sect Master?"

"Sect Master! Save me!"

Feng Ren looked blankly at the muddy woman on the ground, crouched down, and held her wrist.

"Master?"

Ning Yu thought he was here to save her, and her fingernails pinched him involuntarily.

The gloomy eyes spread, Feng Ren said coldly, "You are useless."

As soon as the voice fell, the dead leaves drifted away, and the violent suction made Ning Yu roll his eyes.

internal force.

As if something was pulling, she was shaking all over her body, her stomach was rumbling and she wanted to vomit.

But didn't have the energy to do it.

It turned out to be the feeling of being sucked in by someone.

Feeling the internal force being drawn away is like the disappearance of vitality.

Feng Ren put his hands away calmly, looked at Ning Yu, whose lips were dehydrated and her hair lost its luster, and said with a smile, "Put on, maybe you won't die."

These words just gave Ning Yu hope.

What do you mean, she's not dead yet?

I can't see clearly, and I don't know where the footsteps come from in my ears.

"The heart that the emperor wants, you can take it yourself."

Feng Ren laughed twice, but his scalp was numb.

"What are you, what are you doing!" Someone came to grab Ning Yu, and someone tore Ning Yu's clothes.

The sharp point of the knife stabbed down and turned, trying to peel off the whole heart.

"Ah! Ah! Let go of me! Let go! . . . me."

After saying the last word, Ning Yu twitched all over, didn't mention it in one breath, and died.

"Quick, this heart is best taken when it is alive."

The red clothes were stained with blood, and the color could not be distinguished. The woman's body was getting cold, and no one cared about it.

The leader of the Wulin Alliance died in the mansion that day, and in the open space in the backyard, Ning Yu died without resting his eyes.

Some people say that they had conflicts and killed each other.

Some people say that it is a demon, and they are deliberately eradicated.

It was also said that the imperial court wanted to interfere with the affairs of the Wulin League.

After all, Ning Yu's heart was taken away by the emperor at first glance.

Like the five-year-old boy at the time, his heart was taken alive.

Ning Lao came to the Wulin League to collect the corpse for Ning Yu, but everyone knelt down and begged to inherit the position of the leader of the alliance.

There are no martial arts heroes who have spit out characters, only Ning Laolai is the most suitable.

Ning Lao reluctantly took over, because of the cooperation with Ouyang Xuan before, he did not move the court for the time being.

Ling Qingxuan followed behind Yun Que, and saw that his white clothes were stained with soil, and many places scratched by branches appeared bright red.

But she was clean, not dirty at all.

This is the back mountain of the Yun family. There are many earthbags bulging, but there is no monument.

They listened to those things about martial arts, and they went up the mountain last night and came here on purpose.

Hundred days bogey.

Today is the 100th day of the Yun clan extermination.

Ling Qingxuan looked at Yun Que's carved wooden tablets one by one, handed him a handkerchief thoughtfully, and helped him wipe his sweat.