Hidden Blade

Song Yueming looks at the blankness of the Secretary, smiles bitterly and shakes his head.

He stopped the interest of continuing to argue with Si blank. He knew that his master had lost the last trace of reason. No matter how great the truth was, no matter how clear the logic was, he could not listen to it. What's more, song Yueming, at the moment, had no strength to talk with him any more.

He is too tired.

Xing Tianjian devoured a lot of his vitality. He was just like a crumbling old tree, which was rotten from the inside to the outside. Just waiting for a gust of wind, he would fall to the ground suddenly...

at that time, his limbs were full of tiredness. At this time, opening his eyes gradually became a very difficult thing for him. Therefore, he simply narrowed his eyes.

"And you, go under the yellow spring and witness all this." At this time, Si Bai's voice sounded again. He said so. The black dragon who defeated song Yueming reappeared on the side of Si Bai's body. It opened its mouth, and its white tusks twinkled with cold light.

At that time, the smell of death wrapped song Yueming. The black dragon slowly leaned towards him. The white fangs were pressing against his neck. With a slight bite, he would be bloody and flesh blurred, and his head would be separated.

After the rainy night in Linglong Pavilion, song Yueming thought of today.

He was ready for faith, for the family.

He is not afraid of the coming death, he is just not willing to be in the last, he still can not change anything. It was, of course, a sad thing, but surprisingly, he didn't worry about it the moment before he died.

He thought of her and the child who could not speak.

His face suddenly filled with a bitter smile, he thought he had given everything for the family, he thought he had fulfilled all the promises, he could have a clear conscience, and he could close his eyes safely at this time.

But in fact, he was far from at ease. At this time, he found that he was worthy of the family, but owed too much to some people.

He suddenly understood Ning zhumang's words, he is not a hero, he is just a selfish, abandon his wife and son bastard.

The huge body of the black dragon covered him, and the scene in front of him was also dark.

I don't know whether it was because of the reflection of his dying days, or because he was too weak. In a trance, he saw something light up in the dark, one after another, that was the night sky and stars. Then, in front of his eyes, a green figure ran in the light of the stars, and the familiar voice in his ear rang up: "I Xia Zichuan, I am not a gentleman in this life."

Song Yueming suddenly wake up, this is the Linglong Pavilion at that time.

A real smile appeared on his pale and wrinkled face: "Xiaoxu... Zichuan... I'm sorry..."

he said so, and his eyes, which had narrowed to a tiny invisible gap, were finally closed.

...

death did not come as expected.

One step ahead of death to song Yueming is a long sigh.

The sigh was a little irritated, like the sigh of a village man in the mountains who was dissatisfied with the gain and loss of one acre of land, but could not help but sigh when.

Song Yueming Leng Leng Leng, he felt something, he closed his eyes at that time suddenly opened.

What he saw was not the darkness that he had imagined. What was wrong with the huge dragon over his head disappeared. Instead, a man in a long black shirt with white eyebrows and black hair was replaced by a man in a long black shirt. Not far away, the black dragon, who could not even fight against the sword of heaven, fell to the ground, although it seemed that he had been defeated by surprise attack There is no injury, but it can be called a very incredible thing to be able to do this.

"Zhang Jiao..." Song Yueming looks at the back and murmurs. He just remembers. It seems that the master has not really done anything at this time.

The man with white eyebrows and black hair slightly turned his head, and the rest of his eyes seemed to fall on Song Yueming's body: "it's very difficult to be a teacher, but it's even harder to be a father."

"You have to work hard."

He said this, regardless of whether song Yueming understood the meaning of his words, he turned his head again and looked at the old man who also looked at him at that time.

Then he bowed his hand to the old man respectfully and said, "Ning zhumang, the 12th generation disciple of Linglong Pavilion, please give me your advice."

Before that fierce division blank didn't respond to Ning zhumang's words at the first time. He frowned strangely, and the black gas all over his body was rolling, and the light in the dark eyes was shining. He seemed to be looking at Ning zhumang.

This is a very unusual thing. He is unusual. Since he has already made up his mind to get rid of all the people, there is no possibility that Yi Si's mind will be left blank any more. Naturally, he stops suddenly because of some strange reasons such as soft hearted. In fact, he is on guard. Guard against this before he did not put in the eye at all, but at the moment suddenly shot Ning zhumang.Such vigilance is not without reason.

He was very clear about the level of his cultivation after absorbing the power of those disciples. A monk in Dayan state was an ordinary immortal, and he wanted to kill it. The black dragon, who he intended to capture song Yueming's accomplishments, was not inspired by him, but his power could not be underestimated. Ning zhumang just shot the black dragon and saved song Yueming.

This is obviously not something an ordinary monk of Dayan realm can do.

After nearly dying in Song Yueming's hands before, Si blank also became vigilant. Therefore, he carefully looked at the man with a smile on his lips. After he didn't get any results he wanted, he said in a calm voice: "do you want to die in a hurry?"

Compared with the Secretary blank that looks like a big enemy, Ning zhumang is very light.

He is a smile again, ponder way: "martial uncle also said is to die."

"But in everything, we should pay attention to the superiority and inferiority of the elders. There is no reason in this world that the elders are still alive, but the younger generation should die in front of them."

After hearing this, Sikong's white eyes were filled with black mansions. He said in a deep voice: "you've got some real biographies from elder martial brother. It's a pity that you haven't learned the great righteousness of the clan."

In this way, with a wave of his long sleeve, the black dragon was once again infused with a majestic black air. At that time, it gave out a long roar, and then it carried the black air all over the sky and killed it straight towards ningzhumang.

In the face of this momentum than before even several times stronger black dragon, Ning zhumang face is still hanging that touch of light smile.

He shook his head and said in a soft voice: "what's the word, martial uncle? After the master left, Ning always takes the lead of martial uncle."

"What the martial uncle asked me to do, what I naturally do..."

"what does the martial uncle ask me to learn, I naturally..."

"also learn what..."

saying this, Ning zhumang's tone suddenly became bleak, and his low head suddenly raised at that moment. At that time, Si Bai could see that Ning zhumang's eyes were covered with the same darkness as him Color.

And behind him, a male lion, bathed in black air, gradually emerged www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!