The invincible master Lingyun, the disciples of the Hidden Sect, actually lost.

Not only did he lose, but his proud Xuanyang hand was also ruined by the other party.

Looking at the bloody hands of the man on Lingyun, they seemed to have been pressed on a thousand-pound stone on their chests, which made them feel a little breathless.

Du Ziqing widened her eyes and grew her mouth, her eyes full of horror and horror!

His master is one of the top-level existences in Lingzong. He has been trying harder Xuanyang's hands for decades and has long had no rivals.

But he lost to the mysterious man wearing a mask in front of him!

Du Ziqing couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the ridicule of Lu Ming and others just now.

Without the protection of Master Lingyun, if Lu Ming attacked him, his fate would not be much better than Qi Fei last night.

Du Ziqing's legs became weak and she collapsed on the ground.

The man on Lingyun's eyes were lost, and his Xuanyang hand was killed by the ghost-faced slave?

At this point, he didn't want to believe it!

It was not until the severe pain came down his arms that he let out a muffled groan, his face was extremely pale, and his old eyes were gazing at the ghost-faced slave.

"Impossible, how could your knife... be so strong!"

The man from Lingyun stared at the Ghost Face Slave. He couldn't figure out why the Ghost Face Slave's knife suddenly broke through?

Obviously, at the beginning, they can even share the beauty!

What's more, when you reach their level, what you need is great opportunities, and it is absolutely impossible to be luck.

suddenly--

He remembered the two words Lu Ming said.

The man from Lingyun suddenly realized that it was Lu Ming who pointed out the ghost-faced slave, which allowed his sword to break through again!

The man on Lingyun turned his head mechanically and looked at Lu Ming, "Who are you?!"

Lu Ming grinned, "You care who I am!"

A few regrets arise in the hearts of the people on Lingyun.

The ghost-faced slave had few opponents in his sword back then. The fact that he could keep his name with an unknown young boy only shows that Lu Ming’s identity is extraordinary!

Unfortunately, he didn't think of this at the beginning!

"Lingyun, hurry up and take your people away!" The ghost-faced slave snorted coldly. He had just understood the two memorizations that Lu Ming had passed on to him, and he had to digest them well.

The destruction of both hands of the man on Lingyun is equivalent to half of his cultivation!

"Ghost Face, our Ling Sect will not let it go!"

The man on Lingyun used his skills to stop bleeding, and his voice revealed chills.

When the ghost-faced slave heard this, he laughed, "The Lingzong is all things that are not ashamed. If you want to take revenge, you can find this kid at any time!"

The ghost-faced slave pointed at Lu Ming with the embryo knife in his hand, "If you find him, you will find me!"

Lu Ming was speechless. It was obvious that the ghost-faced slave had abolished Master Lingyun, but the bad old man insisted on hiding hatred for himself.

The man from Lingyun snorted coldly, looked at Du Ziqing who was slid on the ground, and said sternly: "Follow me if you are incompetent!"

Hearing this, Lu Ming sneered a little more evil.

Anyway, he was robbed of hatred by the ghost-faced slave, how could he let the other party go easily?

"Wait a minute!" Lu Ming spoke, his eyes were playful, and he stared at Du Ziqing, "What did you say just now? My ears are not good enough, so I will say it again!"

Du Ziqing thought she was going to leave, but a shiver got up from the ground.

But when he heard Lu Ming's words, he was so scared that he almost pissed his pants.

"I, I..."

When he thought of the ending of Qi Fei and Gong Zhengyang, Du Ziqing's pride as a disciple of the Ling Sect was gone.

"Master, save me..."

The man on Lingyun's face looked extremely ugly. Not only did he lose, he was also deposed. As a result, his disciples were still humiliated. Should he be distracted in the future?

"Ghost face, keep a line of people! You can't do anything at all!"

The man on Lingyun almost vomited blood, and said coldly to the ghost-faced slave.

The ghost-faced slave smiled and said, "Lingyun, you are you, he is him, I am me... Our grudges belong to our own. He wants to cause trouble for your disciples, and I don't care about him!"

"you……"

The man on Lingyun felt stuffy in his chest and blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth.

Lu Ming's eyes turned cold and he stared at Du Ziqing.

Since Qi Fei's lessons made the people of the Hidden Sect not have a memory, then kill another chicken to give them a memory.

Lu Ming walked towards Du Ziqing step by step.

Du Ziqing looked at Lu Ming approaching and was so scared that she knelt directly, "I, I was wrong... It's because I don't know Mount Tai. You, don't kill me..."

When Master Lingyun saw that his disciple was so bored, he was so angry that he trembled, "Bastard! Ziqing! Get up, you are my disciple of Master Lingyun, and a disciple of Lingzong. How could he kneel down to others and beg for mercy at will? Puff..."

The man from Lingyun was furious and vomited another mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale.

"Master, it's not that the disciple is afraid, it's that he really knows how to kill people!"

Du Ziqing knelt on the ground, trembling all over. He had seen Lu Ming's method and did not want to follow in Qi Fei's footsteps.

He looked at the man from Lingyun with a pleading voice, crying, "Master, I don't want to die yet."

The man on Lingyun struggled with his eyes angrily and raised his arm, "I will destroy you, the incompetent disciple!"

But he raised his hand and found that his hand had been abolished by the Ghost Face Slave.

Lu Ming looked at the master and apprentice who were singing and playing, and sneered, "It's really a deep love between master and apprentice. I won't kill you, I'll give you a chance to survive, and you'll have to swear your arms!"

Lu Ming's eyes were cold.

"I, I..."

How could Du Ziqing be willing to stolen his arms? That was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"What? You can't bear to bear?" Lu Ming's mouth curled up with a touch of playfulness, "Let me think about it... Well... Otherwise, if you kill her, I will destroy one of your arms, how about it?"

Lu Ming pointed his hand at Ruoshi and asked them to bite the dog

Just now, if Du Ziqing's palm was written by the poem, his qi and blood were unstable at this time and healed his wounds.

Hearing Lu Ming's words, he saw him pointing at him again.

Ruoshi was like a pheasant who was stepped on her butt, scared to death and screamed at Du Ziqing, "Senior Brother Ziqing, you can't...yes, right..."

When Du Ziqing heard this, he could kill Ruoshi and get his arm back. This deal was a great deal!

He got up from the ground, shook his body and came to Ruoshi, "Junior Sister Ruoshi, I'm sorry... My arm is more important than you..."

"Don't worry, I will give you a lot of paper every year in the future..."

"Senior Brother Ziqing, you..."

Puff—

Du Ziqing's hand was directly inserted into Ruoshi's chest, as if it was pierced a layer of window paper.

Ruo Shimei's eyes widened, looked down at her chest, and looked up at Du Ziqing, her eyes full of hatred and regret!

Du Ziqing smiled grimly, withdrew her hand and brought out a large piece of blood.

He was excited and trembling, "I, I did what you said..."

Everyone in the Hidden Sect felt a strong chill!

Lu Ming actually forced Du Ziqing to kill one of them.

Lu Ming smiled faintly, his eyes full of coldness.

This group of people from the hidden sect only know how to protect themselves, but their hearts are so cold!

"A bad beast!"

The man from Lingyun cursed with hatred and swung his arm at Du Ziqing's head...
Chapter completed!