Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 107 The Soul of the Sword
The night is as black as ink, and you can't see your fingers.

But for Beihan, these were not a problem. He quickly condensed his soul power, his eyes turned a strange red, and the man in the pool of blood appeared in front of his eyes without reservation.

Seemingly similar to Qing Yun, Bei Han couldn't help frowning as he looked at the somewhat familiar face: "Could it be someone from the Qing family, but how could it be them, or the Qing family is originally related to Feng Ling'er?" .

If this is the case, then it will be really hard to deal with in the future. Beihan is not afraid of just a Qing clan, but it is hard to say that the royal family of the Dafeng Dynasty is involved.

It's just that Beihan himself is fine, carefree, and doesn't have too many ties, but there are too many people around Beihan who need to care about. If the royal family wants to deal with Beihan, these people will definitely be greatly affected .

With doubts in his heart, Beihan looked at the figure calmly, like a stone, completely integrated into the land. If he didn't come to special investigation, he couldn't find Beihan's existence at all.

Looking up to the sky, Qinglian swordsman shook his head helplessly, gently wiped away the blood on the blade, and then sighed deeply, as if he was also saddened by the blood on his hands.

"What a strange person..."

Bei Han looked at Qinglian Swordsman with a sad face but awe-inspiring killing intent, and was puzzled, since he was a killer, how could he show such a complicated and worried expression.

But before Beihan could think carefully, Qinglian swordsman walked straight into the room with the long sword in his hands, his steps were very light, and the slender figure in the house against the candlelight seemed to tremble slightly .

squeak~~~
The door leaf let out a sigh, and then a seductive and plump body appeared in the sight of Beihan and Qinglian Swordsman. Gorgeous clothes were dotted on Feng Meier's jade body, outlining the breathtaking curves. That gully was looming, filled with endless temptation, which made the man couldn't help but spurt his blood.

Regardless of Feng Meier's face, such a body alone is enough to conquer most men, not to mention that she has such an angelic appearance.

But it's a pity that the swordsman in front of him didn't seem to be moved by that charming appearance, but just looked coldly or sadly at this miserable woman who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a high status.

Without making a move immediately, Qinglian Swordsman actually knelt down with his sword.

The demeanor is humble, the mind is peaceful, and there is no artificiality at all.

"Chen Qinglian greets the princess!"

Feng Meier was also stunned by this man's behavior, looking at Qinglian who was prostrate at her feet, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"who are you?"

After calming down a little, Feng Meier asked.

Could it be that his father's old department, the number one general of Dafeng, the martial artist Qizhongtian's Fengzhan had a huge influence in the Dafeng Dynasty, maybe even the Fenghuang did not have such a strong appeal as the King Zhong, so this Dafeng was so powerful. Within the territory of thousands of miles, there are indeed many righteous warriors who have always been loyal to their father.

But this seems impossible.

More than three years ago, Feng Meier was secretly transferred to this small and desolate mountain area because of her quarrel with Feng Linger. And how would his father's subordinates know.

And now there is no close confidant by Feng Meier's side at all, even those guards who died outside were gradually gathered by Feng Meier using her influence in Qingming City. The only little maid brought by him from the imperial capital also disappeared inexplicably.

Cruel fratricide, complex and ruthless interpersonal relationships, did not overwhelm this strong woman, but facing such a powerful martial artist, she really had no way out.

Ever since the little maid disappeared, although Feng Mei'er didn't know what happened, she knew that she might not live long, and her younger sister really didn't care about blood.

Raising her head, facing Feng Meier's miserable eyes, Qinglian slowly stood up.

"I am from Qingming City, and Qingyun is my father. I have lived in this vast mountain region since I was a child, but I left my hometown 20 years ago in pursuit of a stronger power and joined Fenglingwei. Now I It is the bronze guard collar of Princess Linger."

Hearing Qinglian's answer, Feng Meier's last glimmer of hope was completely shattered, and her face turned pale. It seems that she still does not plan to let herself go. No wonder Qingcheng said that if she obeyed him, she would get Bi Bao, it turned out that the person who came to take her head was the most powerful genius of the Qing Clan, Qinglian.

"Presumably the princess knows the purpose of coming here."

Qinglian's words were very soft, as if she was talking to her own daughter, but the Qinglian sword in her hand still shone coldly.

"She sent you here?" Feng Meier asked sadly.

"good."

"It seems that she still doesn't intend to let me go." A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Feng Meier's mouth, and then she faced those vicissitudes of eyes. Disappeared, followed by a domineering and noble imperial aura.

Looking at that slender figure, Bei Han who was hidden in the sand, smiled slightly, as if seeing something happy.

Huge momentum, breathtaking, this is a natural aura of superiors, even though Qinglian is a master of the third heaven of martial arts, she still feels a little uncomfortable with this kind of oppression on the soul.

It seems that this must be Princess Meier, otherwise how could she have such a powerful momentum.

But Qinglian knew that she was Princess Meier, so why did she release her kingly coercion before she died.

Faintly feeling something was wrong, Qinglian also frowned secretly, but then there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and the eyes she looked at Feng Meier were no longer so respectful.

"I don't know what the princess's will is, I will do my best to complete it."

Speaking of which, Qinglian stood up, and the sword in her hand shot the firelight from the eaves directly to Beihan's hiding place.

"not good!"

"Could it be discovered!"

After being flashed by the dazzling light, Bei Han immediately tensed up all the muscles in his body, and his soul force had already broken into the space ring, ready to throw out hundreds of third-grade attack spirit sources at any time.

However, Qinglian didn't seem to notice Beihan. After the sword light flashed by, he slowly raised Qinglian's long sword to his hand, cut a small opening, and immediately a stream of blood flowed down quickly.

Afterwards, Qinglian took out a bronze token the size of a palm from her bosom, and put it under her bleeding left hand. When the blood dripped on the token, a light curtain with a radius of three zhang appeared on him above the head.

"So soon? Well, I don't have any wishes. I just hope that the Bei family can take over the Fengling Auction House I manage. After all, it has been three years, and I still have some feelings." Feng Meier looked at the A Wu Fengling with a brilliant light curtain, said unhurriedly.

"Follow the princess' orders!"

As soon as Feng Meier's words fell, Qing Lian immediately clasped her fists and saluted. The time to activate the Wufeng Token is not too long, and it takes a huge amount of spiritual power to activate it every time. Now he dare not waste this precious time.

"Okay, let's do it!"

"Send the princess on the road!"

Speaking of the flashing light of the Qinglian Sword, before she knew it, a gash appeared on Feng Meier's white neck, and then the scalding blood escaped crazily.

Boom~~~
Accompanied by the gushing blood, Feng Meier's beautiful body slowly fell down, and in that light curtain, Feng Meier's pale face looked so desolate.

Twitching, struggling, immobile, cold.

After a brief struggle, Feng Meier gradually stopped moving, and the token hanging on Qinglian's head also lost its brilliance, and slowly fell into Qinglian's hands.

Glancing at Feng Meier lying in a pool of blood, Qinglian shook her head, but the guilt and remorse in her eyes had disappeared.

Wu Fengling entered her arms, Qinglian put her sword back into its sheath, Qinglian turned and left.

"I hope you can live well."

"I really didn't expect there to be such a young man in our Qingming City."

"However, I really don't want him to continue on my path."

"It seems that the scenery is infinite, but with such an extra thing, after all, I can't help myself."

"Ugh……"

(End of this chapter)