Chapter 2038 When people die, there is nothing left
Xiang Ping did not do anything. Since he had nowhere to escape, his fate was already destined.
Two elders of Qingyun, plus more than ten disciples, if they kill him in this configuration, the other party may not even sweat.
Xiang Ping, who is in the realm of God, has no power to fight back.
Xiang Ping closed his eyes with his fate, and then he suddenly smiled. For him, life and death have long been indifferent to him, and the only thing he cares about is Nan Sijin.
In fact, Xiang Ping never thought of escaping from Mashan City. If it weren't for Nan Sijin, he would rather stay there and look at Qingyun's direction.
Two Qingyun's disciples raised the long sword in their hands and rushed towards Xiang Ping's heart.
"puff"
"puff"
After two muffled sounds in a row, the long sword pierced through Xiang Ping's chest one after another. The tip of the sword penetrated through his back, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground.
Xiang Ping suddenly opened his eyes slowly again, looked at the Qingyun Sect's people angrily, and said softly: "I have a feeling that the story between Nan Sijin and me should not be over yet."
After Xiang Ping said "Pu" in one sentence, his body fell down softly.
Xiangping's death was so dull. In the blessed world, people like him who were in the state of cultivation would die every day.
Xiang Ping's death will naturally be very dull. He is just a disciple of a small family in Mashan City, and who will notice him?
But there are often coincidences and incredible things in the world, and behind things that seem ordinary may be hidden in unexpected and incredible.
Elder Cao said calmly: "Treat his body, and then we will go back to Qingyun immediately..."
Two Qingyun's disciples bent down and were about to drag Xiangping's body away.
But at this moment, a dark wide-backed sword suddenly shot from some direction and inserted it next to Xiangping's corpse with a "puff" sound.
The Qingyun people were stunned and looked up. From a distance, they saw two figures floating from the air in the distance and then stood above Xiangping's corpse.
A sloppy old Taoist lowered his head and frowned and said, "Why do you look so good? Why does a man look like a flower?"
The person next to the old Taoist said, "It's good to be suitable. It's very fresh when I died just now. I can take it back and use it for him. Do you care whether it looks good or not? What's the problem?"
The old Taoist nodded and said, "That's true, it's enough to use it. It's indeed a good face."
The elder of Qingyun looked up and frowned and asked, "Where are the two fellow Taoists from? Qingyun Sect is polite here. This is the internal affairs of our Qingyun. I wonder if you?"
These two people came in a bit inexplicable, and what they said was also inexplicable.
The sloppy old Taoist turned his head and said, "Qingyun? The Qingyun next to Qingshan Sect?"
Elder Cao was very unhappy. What is Qingyun next to Qingshan Sect? Do we have no sense of existence? He nodded patiently and said, "That's it."
The old Taoist nodded: "Oh"
Yu Qiuyang turned his head and said, "You have to silence me, otherwise things in the future will probably be very troublesome and not easy to deal with."
"Okay," the old Taoist looked at Xiang Ping's corpse on the ground and said softly: "We want to accept your great favor. In return, I will help you kill these people, as avenge you. You can walk the way in the Spirit of Heaven.
From now on, you will face the world again in another way. I will thank you first!"
The people from Qingyun Sect were stunned and were quite confused about the old Taoist's words.
Yu Qiuyang suddenly stretched out his hand, and the wide-backed sword inserted on the ground fell into his hand with a "swish". Zhu Chungang's sword immediately rose up, and the two of them raised their hands to fall the sword at the same time, and suddenly fell down.
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang's strong move was completely beyond the expectations of Qingyun Sect. The two of them came suddenly and only took a few words to do it, which made Qingyun completely unaware of what reason they were taking.
"Crack, Crack" two wide-backed swords instantly landed on the two disciples of Qingyun, and the other party immediately had different heads.
The Daomen Nine-Character Mantra Sword Skill, in the hands of Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang, poured down like nine long rainbows. Wherever the rainbow passed, except for the two elders of the Qingyun Sect, all the disciples were not enemies of the same unity.
Seeing this, the two elders were shocked and yelled in anger: "Are you going to be an enemy of my Qingyun Sect?"
"It's not your final decision whether to be an enemy or not. You will be silenced. Where did so much nonsense come from..."
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang joined forces, and the Qingyun Sect's people were quickly cleaned up, and there was indeed no living person left.
The sword of Molu Mountain is far from comparable to those of these ordinary elders of Qingyun Sect.
Xiangping died, his body was lying quietly on the ground, and two long swords were inserted into his chest.
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang stood beside him.
At the same time, on the way back to Mashan Cave Heaven, Nan Sijin suddenly felt a pain in his heart for some reason. It was a biting pain that hurt to his bones.
Nan Sijin squatted on the ground in pain, looking behind him blankly, where it was the direction to Mount Tailu.
It is also the direction that Ping goes.
Nan Sijin knew that something must have happened, and it must be a very important thing for her, but the word "impossible" was always echoing in her mind.
So Nan Sijin stood up with difficulty. She staggered for a few steps, and suddenly she flew into the air and flew towards the cave of Langya Mountain with all her might.
I don’t know how long it took, Nan Sijin came outside Langya City, and the air here was filled with the breath of blood.
There was still a pool of dried blood left on the ground, as if telling a scene that had happened here.
The corpse is gone, not only the elders and disciples of Qingyun Sect, but also the corpse of Xiang Ping.
Nan Sijin stood silently, and after a long time, she didn't move. She knew that something must have happened to Xiang Ping, and she knew that this must be Xiang Ping's pool of blood.
Although Nan Sijin has no evidence, that's what she thinks, because a woman's intuition is much more accurate than the evidence.
Time seems to have frozen.
Two tears appeared on Nan Sijin's face. She squatted down, reached out to pick up the dust on the ground, and closed her eyes and leaned against her nose.
"You are gone, what do I still live alone in the world? I want to be the peak master of Nanhui and the sect leader of Qingyun. In fact, I just want to be the higher and farther I go, and you and I will become more and more
It's better, actually I'm not very interested in that location... "Nan Sijin murmured softly, and endless sadness was revealed in her voice.