Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 771 Live well, mother.

It is not a problem for Lan Ling to deal with a third elder, but if the three elders join forces, it will definitely be a big problem.

Lan Ling's complexion changed, and she sneered sarcastically: "What a Heavenly Sword Mountain, what a decent sect who slays demons and exterminates demons, so it turns out that they are just despicable people who bully the few, Helian is really right. "

"To deal with a demon girl like you who kills people, why not be a bit mean?" It was the second elder who spoke, and the sword energy in his hand was fierce and fierce, leaving no room for it.

Lan Ling wanted to laugh when she heard this. Is she a witch who kills people?Luo Yu and Fang Qingyun used insidious means to deal with her and almost killed her, so what?Messenger of justice?
The Ziling Sword sliced ​​through wave after wave of sword waves, her blue eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all, her fingers were tightly grasping the Zilin Sword, her knuckles were protruding, glowing cold white.

The three powerful sword qi are too fast and too fierce, the swords are divided into three ways, and the moves are so tricky. After about twenty moves, Lan Ling gradually lost, with a cold sweat in the palm of her hand, her beautiful little face Also a little whitish.

She involuntarily glanced somewhere, not where Zhu Qing was, but... the direction she came back from.

There is so much movement here, can he not know?Why haven't you come yet?Isn't he... Xuanyuanhao?

Or maybe...he doesn't care about her and the child in his womb at all?

If he didn't care, why did he save Tong?
With distracting thoughts in Lan Ling's mind, it was inevitable that resentment would attack her heart and mess up her sword skills.Suddenly, a powerful sword qi pointed directly at her chest, striking at an astonishing speed.

Lan Ling was startled, her pupils constricted sharply.

"Mother."

The sound of Zhu Qing's tearing sounded, Lan Ling raised the Ziling Sword, gritted her teeth, and drew a bloodstain on the sword with her left hand. The Ziling Sword was stained with Lan Ling's blood, and the purple light suddenly glowed, like a psychic who was full of profound energy. Treasure.

When the sound.

The two swords collided.

The sword in the second elder's hand was broken into three pieces, which was exactly the fatal sword aimed at Lan Ling's chest.

"how can that be?"

The second elder stared wide-eyed at the thing that had broken into the hilt in his hand, his eyes were full of disbelief, this spiritual sword cuts iron like mud, it is so strong, how could it be so vulnerable?
The First Elder and the Third Elder were also shocked. They were not only shocked by the power of the Purple Forest Sword in Lan Ling's hand, but also... Lan Ling's cultivation...

This woman is not very old, but she has already reached hundreds of years of cultivation, how did she do it?
"Lan Ling, who are you?" the Great Elder asked in surprise.

Lan Ling smiled slightly at the Great Elder, without changing her face, she said: "Chinese."

"Chinese? Where is China? This old man has never heard of China at this age."

Lan Ling pointed to the sky with a good temper: "China... is a far away place."

The Great Elder's face became angry: "Damn girl, you dare to tease this old man?"

Lan Ling looked quite helpless, she was telling the truth, but she was thought to be teasing.

"Ah~"

Several screams sounded at the same time.

The faces of the three elders changed suddenly, and they turned their heads to look at the same time, only to see that the formation of seven swords had been broken, seven swords spit out blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Zhu Qing's crimson figure moved to Lan Ling's side in the blink of an eye like Lingbo's slight steps, and he carefully picked up Lan Ling's arm and raised her injured little hand.

"Mother, your hand...is hurt so badly." His voice trembled a little, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Lan Ling saw that the corner of Zhu Qing's mouth was bleeding, and there were large and small wounds on his body, the blood was stained crimson, her heart tightened, she took out a blue green pill from her bosom, and stuffed it into his mouth .

But did not expect ...

He suddenly lowered his head, licking her injured palm with the tip of his bright red tongue, tender and delicate...

Lan Ling's small hand trembled, and a numbness penetrated into the wound on her palm, and her heart beat three minutes faster. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but a cold drop fell on her wound, crystal clear.

Lan Ling was startled, he...were crying?Because she was hurt... in tears?

Two sword qi suddenly struck, fierce and powerful.

Lan Ling's eyes swept away sharply, and in the pupils were the murderous faces of the First Elder and the Third Elder, the sneak attack came quickly!Her heart was so cold that she pinched the Purple Spirit Sword vigorously with her fingers, her expression remained unchanged, as if she was waiting for the final fight.

But... she knew very well... her current situation.

The cool tip of her tongue slid across the end of her wound, she could feel the wound was slowly healing, Zhu Qing... used the medicine in her mouth... to apply it on her wound.

Lan Ling slowly raised the Purple Spirit Sword with her right hand, and suddenly grabbed Zhu Qing's neck with her left hand, and swung it back forcefully.

She thought that Zhu Qing would be thrown behind her by her, but unexpectedly, his head slipped away from her left hand like a snake.

He raised his head and smiled at her, his beautiful face flashed with reluctance.Lan Ling was not stupid, and quickly understood his thoughts.

"Zhuer, no."

In the past, Lan Ling would have nothing to do with Zhuqing's death, but now, she has experienced so much with him, she can no longer associate him with the previous demon lord, especially seeing him hurt for her, she found that she Her heart would ache, and seeing his decisive eyes, her heart would panic.

Zhu Qing's thin lips moved, and Lan Ling could hear her extremely low voice clearly.

"Live well, mother."

"Candle..."

Lan Ling's voice was drowned out by the earth-shattering dragon chant, a red light flashed, and the swords in the hands of the First Elder and the Third Elder were broken by the red light. No one thought that this scene would happen, even the First Elder and the Third Elder never thought of it...

Coming out of the Seven Swords Formation, if you don't die, you will be seriously injured. Zhu Qing simply has no ability to fight like this, unless... he exhausted his vitality and fought with death.

The hearts of the First Elder and the Third Elder were trembling, and they stretched out their palms, powerful profound energy surged out like huge sea waves, fighting against the red light with all their might.

Seeing this scene, Lan Ling was terrified, panic flashed in her eyes, she wanted to raise her sword and go to help Zhu Qing, but suddenly, her stomach hurt, and she covered her stomach with a pale face.

How could she have forgotten that she was not alone, she still had a child in her belly, could it be that because of that evildoer, did she not want the child in her belly?
Lan Ling closed her eyes in some pain, people's hearts are biased, although Zhu Qing also called her "mother", but compared to her own flesh and blood, she would choose her own flesh and blood instead of Zhu Qing.

But...he wanted her to live well.

Lan Ling felt something cold slide over her cheeks, like the tip of Zhu Qing's cold tongue, but she knew that it was not the tip of Zhu Qing's tongue, but something that flowed out of her eyes.

Lan Ling opened her eyes again, her pupils were as bright as the rain-washed blue sky, she saw bright red blood flowing from the red mouth, her fingers almost sank into the flesh, the healing wound was pinched open by her, the blood stained her eyes. Her palms were red.

(End of this chapter)