"Demon Lord."

The person in the notes sent out was still hesitant, but Lou Weiyan ordered: "Retreat!"

Although he was injured, he was okay to protect himself. Now the remaining combat power of the demon clan must leave.

After the signal lights up, the demon clan finally withdrew from the Yuqing Sect.

Seeing this, Chu Jinxiao breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help looking at his master.

"Sword Master doesn't have to care about me."

Xie Yuqing coughed softly at this time.

His face was pale, and half of his hand had been eroded by death.

Ning Ji's pupils shrank slightly.

The voice was condensed and he looked at Su Fengyan: "Do you want me?"

"yes".

Su Fengyan raised his eyebrows calmly.

Ning Ji wiped the sword and slowly lowered his eyes.

He was provoked by Su Fengyan again and again, and the murderous intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Ning Ji has never hated someone so much. He just thought he was like garbage on the roadside, but now he never wants to keep the garbage.

Chu Jinxiao looked at Su Fengyan hostilely.

The murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

As long as this man dares to get close to his master, he will kill him.

The next moment, when Su Fengyan stood up, he was suddenly pierced through the left rib by a sword.

"What about the antidote?"

Both of them knew exactly what he was referring to.

Su Fengyan frowned and watched the sword stab into his body and slowly pushed it in.

Ning Ji's sword energy was not restrained, and the ice thorned inch by inch into Su Fengyan's body, as if he was about to freeze his heart and lungs.

But in the next moment, it suddenly shattered.

That was even more terrible torture than Lingchi.

Lou Weiyan's pupils shrank slightly.

But Su Fengyan seemed to be unable to hear anything else in his ears.

This is his true body, and there is no other puppet.

The pricks, the heart and lungs are also real.

The unbearable pain of ordinary people made him tighten his hands.

Blood was flowing down the corners of his lips, and his clothes were as white as blood, but he smiled and said, "The antidote is in the ghost world."

demon.

Don’t enter the living, only dead people can enter.

Even a god-transforming monk will erode something that is neither human nor ghost when he goes in.

The sword had already stirred to the heart, and Ning Ji's eyes were like ice.

"You're looking for death."

Su Fengyan stared at him, and blood dripped down the blue shirt.

He provoked Ning Ji, originally trying to attack him, but he eventually gave the ghost Gu to Xie Yuqing.

Qinghuang's pale face was a bit sick. Su Fengyan tightened his hands and couldn't control the biting pain with a smile. He said, "If the sword master wants to save Master Xie, he may have to go to the ghost world."

The pain of shattering made him breathlessly.

He knew that if he had directly slapped Ning Ji, he would not have been as passive as he is now.

But strangely, Su Fengyan didn't regret it.

He interpreted this as a gift he had not opened yet, and he could not even move himself before he achieved his goal.

The long sword pierced the ribs, and the ice blade exploded in the meridians, revealing the faint blue blood.

That's ghost blood.

——This is what he really looks like.

Su Fengyan was in a mess and showed his true form.

Although he has always been called a ghost doctor in the book, Ning Ji never thought that he was really not a human race.

Even Lou Weiyan frowned.

Blue blood.

This is the bloodline of the Ghost Monster.

But the only royal family among the ghost creatures is Zhan Tai. When did the surname Su come from?

Lou Weiyan's heart turned sharply, but Su Fengyan's body had been completely torn apart by the ice and exploded inch by inch.

"Can the poster hold on?"

Ning Ji turned his eyes and looked at Xie and Qing.

Xie Yuqing suppressed his death breath and nodded.

"Sword Master doesn't have to worry."

Ning Ji then withdrew his gaze.

The left arm was broken, and Su Fengyan was covered in blood and could not move at all.

Ning Ji lowered his eyes and completely smashed his Nascent Soul.

His face was cold and cold, and his hand holding the sword was very stable.

Before the sun rises, the glimmer of light falls through the mottled leaves, as if it is in the light.

Although it is as cold as ice, it stands in harmony with the light, which makes people feel a little scattered.

At the moment when his body was destroyed, Su Fengyan suddenly bullied himself.

He was very close to Ning Ji, as if he wanted to take a closer look at him and stretch out his hand.

Ning Ji's face was stained with blood, and his long eyelashes trembled. However, at the last moment, he suddenly drew out his sword.

The Nascent Soul is broken, and the human body completely turns into ashes.

Su Fengyan looked at him tightly.

"I'm waiting for the Sword Lord in the Ghost Mantra."

This is the last sentence he said.

Ning Ji's eyes were cold: "When the time comes, it will be the time when your soul is gone."

After Su Fengyan died, Lou Weiyan looked at Ning Ji deeply and turned around and left.

It was not until all the uneasy aura disappeared that Ning Ji turned around.

At this time, Yao Mu and Qin Yinian at the foot of the mountain finally arrived.

After seeing that nothing happened on the mountain, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sword Lord, the demon clan has retreated!"

Medicine and Maharaoh.

Ning Ji nodded.

"How many people in Jian Zun are injured?" Qin Yinian asked.

Ning Ji looked at Xie Yuqing and shook his head when he saw him.

So he didn't say anything.

He just said, "Chu Jinxiao is injured."

"You deal with things on the mountain, and I will heal his wounds."

Yao Mu looked over and saw a wound suddenly appearing in Chu Jinxiao's palm, and his internal injuries were also very serious.

I don't know how he survived.

Several people took the order and went down.

Xie Yuqing also left Wu Gang.

After returning to the yard, Ning Ji bandaged Chu Jinxiao's wound.
To be continued...