Dragon Vein Martial God

After all the cloth and silk in front of the hall were burned to ashes, the white silk, which had appeared before, could no longer be hidden and appeared on the scorched ground.

Ning Sheng immediately complimented: "the imperial envoy is very clever. The white silk is really here."

Jiang Ting looked at Bai Ling, his eyes narrowed slightly: "now it's a little early to compliment. It's a great success to recycle this thing."

As long as you don't attack and touch the white Ling, then the white Ling will be like the ordinary white Ling, and you won't see any miracle until you kill again because of the influence of resentment.

If you can use the rules at will, it's easy to suppress the white silk. It's a pity

Feeling sighed, Jiang Ting took out the folding fan and stepped forward slowly: "you back, how to deal with it, you should also know, if I can't take the white silk in a short time, you will wait for the opportunity to help."

This time, many imperial prison guards did not make a sound, just nodded gently.

Soon, Jiang Ting came to the place where Bai Ling was. Bai Ling was still in the ashes.

Looking at Bai Ling, Jiang Ting's wrist turns, and the folding fan is closed by him. The bones of the fan with metallic luster become sharp.

There was no wind at the moment, but Bai Ling seemed to feel something, and the cloth began to float slowly No wind automatic.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then squatted down abruptly. The sharp part of the fan bone went straight down to the bloody part of Bai Ling.

A large flame rises, and Jiangting turns into a fireman The flame is the rule of the fan. Its purpose is defense. Jiang Ting doesn't want to try hanging.

Then Bai Ling must not be able to lead him. If he really reaches his neck and throat at that time It's just hanging.

With a cry, Bai Ling sensed the crisis, and countless blood rose in an instant.

The corner of Jiang Ting's mouth shows some fun Blood is not the rule of white silk.

If he is right, the rules absorbed by the foreign body Bai Ling should be similar to the rules of sharpness or cutting. Only this kind of rules can cut off people's heads when hanging people.

Before, Bai Ling could run, but he didn't expect that Bai Ling's resentment was too big. There was a battle, but Bai Ling couldn't run away this time!

In the very short period of the twinkling mood, Jiang Ting protected himself with fire, ignored the blood, and immediately inserted the fan bone into the white silk.

If it's human, maybe it's time to cry in pain. Unfortunately, Bai Ling is just an object.

Restricted by the action, Bai Ling instantly connects with the guards, and then covers Jiang Ting's neck.

"If you want me to hang, I'm afraid three feet of white silk is not enough." With Jiang Ting's light language, more flames are put out in the folding fan, colliding with blood crazily.

"Boom..." The smell of terror began to spread.

Then, unexpected things happened.

Ignoring the expansion of the fire and blood, Bai Ling shrouds herself around Jiang Ting's neck. After contacting with the fire The edge of the white silk is like an extremely sharp blade, cutting the flame.

Although the speed slowed down a little, it still went towards Jiang Ting's neck.

"Trouble." Jiang Ting frowned slightly and suddenly got up and retreated.

However, without Jiang Ting's strength, the folding fan's strength is not enough. Even though it is still in the white silk, the white silk has lost its limit and is flying in the air.

Then, with a flash, Bai Ling disappeared with a folding fan.

"Ah..." A scream appeared, just sounded and suddenly stopped.

Jiang Ting looked along the voice, just saw that Bai Ling with his folding fan appeared in a guard of the Liu family. He had successfully given the guard to the leader.

Because the guard was killed, there were more bloody spots on the white silk.

The faces of the people in Huangji prison who were ready to help changed slightly: "Lord censor?"

"The resentment of Bai Ling is too heavy." Jiang Ting's face is also very ugly.

He didn't lie. Bai Ling's resentment is too heavy. And don't forget that Jiang Ting's folding fan doesn't have strong rules The power of the rule is not high, but the energy contained in the rule is how much.

Just right, his folding fan belongs to the one that is easy to bully.

Even with his help, under the counterattack of Bai Ling, he can only choose to retire Because of the attack of the folding fan, Bai Ling started to kill people in advance.

"Ah..." Scream again.

Another man was killed by the chief.

"Master, you can't let the foreign body kill you any more..." The faces of the people in Huangji prison changed greatly.

The more bailing kills, the closer the combination of resentment and foreign matter will be To put it simply, killing is like a game of fighting monsters and upgrading for most of the foreign bodies that are derived from resentment.

The more you kill, the stronger you are.

At the moment, Jiang Ting is already unable to suppress her. Let Bai Ling kill her. Once the maid's resentment is completely released, I'm afraid all the imperial prison staff in cangping mansion can't deal with Bai Ling.Jiang Ting did not answer, but accelerated the operation of internal forces.

Then, Bai Ling appears in front of the third person and is about to take the lead. A large flame gushes from the fan, and Bai Ling's action is quiet.

Jiang Ting's feet a little bit, taking the opportunity to make a leap to get close to Bai Ling again.

"Wow..." White Ling seems to find that under the control of Jiangting, the folding fan is more powerful, so she spontaneously prevents Jiangting from approaching.

Jiang Ting's eyes were slightly cold: "beyond measure."

As the power inside evaporated, the folding fan on Bai Ling began to tremble. Then, with a slight flash, he appeared in Jiang Ting's hands with Bai Ling in the opposite direction.

Then, Jiang Ting clenched the folding fan again and nailed the white silk to the ground.

The action is trapped here. Bai Ling turns into a circle and stares at Jiang Ting's throat. With the terrible sharpness of the cloth, the flame of the folding fan can't stop it.

Or The fight between foreign bodies is actually a fight between rules. Rules fight, defense is always waiting for death, only attack is the best self-protection.

Even Jiang Ting couldn't help but utter rude remarks. He didn't think that his body with seal cultivation could resist the cutting of cloth In other words, even if he had no seal cultivation, he could not stop the cutting of the cloth.

In desperation, Jiang Ting could only loosen the folding fan and retreat suddenly again.

"Ah..." Bai Ling disappears and screams.

The faces of the people in Huangji prison became a little more beautiful: "what should I do, imperial envoy?"

They can see that the current situation is that Jiang Ting can't take Bai Ling, but Bai Ling is worried about each other because he can't take Jiang ting.

"Ah..." The screams are still ringing.

When the fourth man died in Bai Ling's hand, Jiang Ting's eyes were slightly cold: "it's a big deal. I've used the folding fan to refine a foreign matter."

After that, countless forces disappeared in Jiang Ting's body.