In fact, with Song Zhong's speed and strength, he would have been able to catch up with Wu Xiang and the others a long time ago.

It's just that this time he was really angry. His sister and brother-in-law's family died tragically, and he wanted to kill all Wuxiang's relatives and friends to bury his sister with him.

That's why he stayed behind them unhurriedly, just to lure out their relatives and friends. Millers really suffered an unreasonable disaster.

It's just that Miles was afraid of Ding Ning, but not Song Zhong. If he wasn't afraid of being chased by Ding Ning, he wouldn't bother to explain to Song Zhong and would just kill him.

Song Zhong made Miles very angry. Damn, I can't beat Ding Ning, can I beat you?

As a result, the two of them fought like sparks hitting the earth, thunder from the sky and fire from the earth, igniting at the first touch.

Song Zhong was using his bare hands, and Miles was using no weapons. The two of them collided hundreds of times in an instant like lightning.

Song Zhong's face remained as usual, but Miles's hands were trembling slightly, and he grimaced in pain, complaining secretly in his heart, where did China have so many monsters, and any one he met was so powerful.

"It's interesting. You are worthy of being that little monk's helper. You are worthy of my use of weapons."

Song Zhong untied his sister's body from behind, carefully placed it on the ground, pulled out three silver steel pipe-like objects, slowly spliced ​​them together, and said lightly: "This is a cold drink soul-chasing gun. It is worth using this for all these years."

You are the thirteenth person with the gun..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked up and realized that Miles had already disappeared. Song Zhong was so angry that he cursed: "What the hell, do you still have any master's demeanor..."

Miles listened to the scolding behind him and curled his lips in disdain. You really think I'm stupid. I'm just standing there waiting for you to assemble the gun and stab me. Although this guy is very powerful, he seems to have a bit of trouble with his brain.

, far worse than Ding Ning.

Ding Ning felt really bad. He stopped in front of the Royal Alliance team for a minute and almost lost Miles. He finally used his spiritual sense to capture his position again, and he met Wu Xiang again.

He really didn't want to meddle in other people's business and waste time. Miles had to die, but he couldn't do anything when he saw the miserable appearance of the third brother. Besides, he was also curious about who could force these brothers to do this.

This bird look.

"Are you stealing someone's wife or killing his father?"

Ding Ning stood in the middle of the road with his arms folded, looking at Wu Xiang and the other three panting, laughing like a dog and jokingly said.

"Brother Ding, I found you."

"Brother Ding, help me."

Wu Xiang and Pu Ding didn't show any signs of being exposed. They showed expressions of relief and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

Although Jiang Wuhui didn't speak, he showed an expression of relief. He bent over and held his knees with his hands, letting big drops of sweat fall on the sand, feeling extremely sour in his heart.

Although he was arrogant and arrogant, he had to admit that the love rival who had snatched away the lover of his dreams was already far ahead of them and had the strength to protect them.

"Tell me, which force did you offend that made you so embarrassed to hunt down all three of you?"

Ding Ning reached out and took out three water bags with fresh water and threw them to them.

"Thanks!"

Jiang Wuhui took the water bag, thanked him politely, and drank heavily.

Wu Xiang and Pu Ding's mouths were so dry that their skin was peeling. They didn't even bother to say thank you. They held the water bags and just drank.

After drinking all the water in the water bag in one breath, Wuxiang and Pudding seemed to be alive. You told me everything in detail.

"Song Zhong, the cold flame soul-chasing gun in Red Flame Hunting Song?"

There was a hint of solemnity in Ding Ning's expression, but his eyes were shining.

As the saying goes, the shadow of a famous human tree can be ranked alongside Shura, who occupies the first place in China's martial arts rankings. Song Zhong is enough for him to take it seriously.

Ever since he heard Shura's name for the first time, he had longed for the opportunity to have a hearty battle with Shura. Although Shura was not here now, Song Zhong should not be much weaker than him. How could he not get excited and fight?

The mind keeps rising.

Wu Xiang cried out with a bitter look on his face: "Brother Ding, I really didn't kill his sister. They wanted to surround me and steal my number plate, so I clicked on their acupuncture points. Who knew they would die? How could I

Song Zhong didn’t even listen to his explanations, and he decided that I was the one who killed him. I was wronged.”

"I trust you."

Ding Ning knew Wuxiang's temperament. This child was the reincarnation of a true bodhisattva who was compassionate and compassionate. How could he kill someone so easily?

"I knew Brother Ding was reasonable and wouldn't leave us alone."

Pudding took a break now and said with a smile.

Ding Ning glared at him angrily: "Should you give me an explanation? I've been taking the blame for you for a long time."

"Hey, you can't blame me for this. They insist on saying that you are a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic. I have never stated my position. But then again, Brother Ding, tell me the truth. Are you really not a member of the Holy Sword Relic?

?”

Pudding chuckled and asked curiously.

Ding Ning's expression became strange, and he said doubtfully: "Don't you know whether I am a disciple of the Holy Sword Relics? Aren't you from the Holy Sword Relics? Have you seen me?"

"I have never seen you in the clan, but who dares to say that you are not a descendant of the disciples left behind by the Holy Sword clan?"

Pudding muttered softly.

The descendants of the disciples of the Holy Sword who were left behind?

Ding Ning was shocked and looked thoughtful.

He would never have thought about this before, but since he found out that he was of the bloodline of the Three Lords and that his father did have the bloodline of Chi You, he began to have suspicions in this regard.

What's more, my father never talked about his grandparents, nor his origins, which had to make him think a lot.

"Although the Holy Sword Relics have closed the gate, they are not completely secluded from the outside world. Every few years, disciples will appear quietly to practice, but their identities and whereabouts are generally not revealed. Brother Ding, are you one of the Holy Sword Relics?

Which of the disciples who was born and experienced was temporarily moved by the mortal heart and remained in the earthly world as his descendant."

Pudding guessed wildly.

Ding Ning couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Sorry, my dad is still alive."

Pudding was instantly embarrassed. He smiled and said nothing. He felt a little disappointed. After all, the disciples who had gone out to train in the mountains would return to the family as soon as the time was up.

He had always suspected that Ding Ning was the child of some tribe left in the mortal world, but since Ding Ning's father is still alive, there is no such possibility.

"Are you really not a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic?"

Jiang Wuhui asked doubtfully.

"Of course, if you have such a thick thigh to hug you, why wouldn't I admit it?"

Ding Ning felt quite speechless. In fact, he was not sure whether he was a descendant of the Holy Sword family. Perhaps all this could be solved only after meeting his father.

"Then why do you know the Heaven-killing Sword of the Holy Sword Relics?"

Seeing that Ding Ning's expression didn't seem to be fake, Jiang Wuhui asked with some confusion.

Pudding's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stared at Ding Ning to see how he would answer. He had also heard about Ding Ning's ability to kill the sky sword, but because he had not seen it with his own eyes, he could not speak. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wu

Regret asked on his behalf.

Ding Ning felt a little guilty when he heard this, but his face was now thicker than the city wall. How could he show his flaws in front of a few young people? He sneered without blushing and out of breath: "People are similar, why can't they use sword skills?"

Are they similar? Chiyang from the Holy Medical Sect had a problem with me and wanted to kill me, but he didn’t have the ability, so he deliberately advertised that I was a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic, and then used the ancestral precepts to drag your Holy Sword Villa into trouble.

Deal with me."

Jiang Wuhui looked thoughtful, as if he believed Ding Ning's statement.

Wuxiang sighed quietly, and said with compassion: "Amitabha, when will it be time to repay injustice? Why can't we live in peace?"

Pudding sneered and rubbed Wu Xiang's bald head: "You think too simply. This is a feud. A feud accumulated over thousands of years. How can it be so easily resolved?"

"Since it happened thousands of years ago, why does it continue?"

Wu Xiang disagreed with his statement and turned away angrily, refusing to let Pudding touch his head. He always felt that it was like touching a pet.

"There is no way, who makes Holy Medical Sect and Holy Sword Villa losers?"

Pudding said somewhat proudly.

"Who says we are losers? Back then, your ancestor Chi You died, and the two ancestors of Emperors Yan and Huang became emperors of the world. You are the losers."

Although Jiang Wuhui had a close relationship with the two of them and had never betrayed Pudding, he still retorted sharply in order to maintain the dignity of his master.

"Tch, that's what the old lunar calendar is all about. In the fight for hegemony in the world, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Although ancestor Chi You was defeated, he was not defeated by the two emperors of Yan and Huang, but by the Saintess clan.

I really don’t know what you are so proud of.”

After all, Pudding was young and vigorous, his face turned red, and he argued unconvinced.

"This is the right way to get more help and the wrong way to get less help. If Chi You wasn't arrogant and domineering and unpopular with the people, how could he have attracted the Saintess Clan to kill him because he couldn't stand it anymore?"

When it comes to the glory of the sect, Jiang Wuhui refuses to give in and fights against each other.

"Tsk, then what did your ancestors do? They killed the donkeys, crossed the rivers and demolished the bridges, and almost wiped out the Saintess tribe."

Pudding retorted with a sneer.

Jiang Wuhui was speechless, and after a long time he said unconvinced: "That is the emperor's trick. The Saint Girl Clan has seriously threatened the rule of the Yan and Huang Emperors, and they must be eradicated in order to unify the world. There is no such thing as a bird in history.

Not uncommon."

"So, don't look at history arbitrarily with the eyes of ordinary things. Who dares to say that the ancestors of Chi You were not smeared by the Emperors Yan and Huang, and then the ancestors of the Saint Women were seduced to take action? But what was the result? The Saint Women were deceived.
To be continued...