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Chapter 108: Passionate but always ruthless, I just feel like I can’t laugh (26)

Qingyun's disciples rushed over like a tide and formed a circle around these two people.

Kong Rong snorted coldly, raised his hand and attacked the nearest disciple.

Before Yin Jing could react, they were already fighting.

It’s over——

These three words were the only ones left in Yin Jing's mind.

When Rong Hua rushed over, Yin Jing was already seriously injured, and her goose-yellow clothes were soaked by the snow.

Someone wanted to kill Yin Jing. Just as he was about to kill him with one move, a figure suddenly flashed over and swung an extremely powerful sword that made the disciple take two steps back.

As soon as Yin Jing saw Rong Hua, her eyes were red with grievance, and she weakly called out, "Ahua..."

As soon as his feet went weak, he was about to fall down when a pair of strong and strong men supported his waist. Rong Hua held Quehua, hugged Yin Jing, and looked coldly at the disciple who faced him with the sword.

Jiang Ling frowned as he looked at this scene. He was shining brightly, dressed in white, and said loudly, "Rong Hua, do you know who the person beside you is?"

Although the disciples surrounding him were not taking any action, their eyes undoubtedly looked at Rong Hua with confusion and anger.

"Ahua..." Even though she was held in Rong Hua's arms, Yin Jing still couldn't control the trembling all over her body. Her clear eyes were full of fear. She was afraid, afraid that Rong Hua would abandon her.

Seeing Jiang Ling looking at her indifferently, as if her head would be chopped off in the next second, she was so frightened that tears almost fell out, and she clung to Rong Hua's clothes like a child who was afraid of being abandoned.

"Don't be afraid." Rong Hua didn't say anything. Just two words made Yin Jing less afraid.

Of course Jiang Ling also heard it, and he was furious, "You actually support the demons! How can you be worthy of the master's training by doing this! Are you worthy of the disciples of Qingyun Sect!"

The evil sect and the righteous sect were originally opposed to each other, and there was a blood feud between them. There was almost no one in the sect who did not resent the demons.

They are violent and cruel, and regard human life as nothing. They have no humanity or conscience and only know how to kill and torture.

How many disciples in the sect became orphans and beggars because of the demons, and finally entered the immortal sect.

Anyone who is on the side of the demons is their enemy.

Everyone looked at Rong Hua with different eyes, including disappointment, disgust, anger, and... murderous intent.

Rong Hua was not afraid, and remained as cold as ever. He only said indifferently: "She is innocent. She has never killed or hurt anyone."

Jiang Ling said coldly: "Who will believe you if you say you have nothing to prove? Let's not say whether he hurt anyone or not. It was the monster she let go tonight. Do you know how many people he injured and how many people he killed?

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Rong Hua first glanced at Yin Jing in his arms, and Yin Jing immediately explained: "I didn't know he killed so many people. If I knew, I definitely wouldn't save him!"

I don't know if Rong Hua believed it or not. The expression on his face was very small and unfathomable. His long and narrow dark eyes were dark and his tone was cold, "If that's the case, then just kill that devil."

He obviously wanted to protect the demon in his arms. Jiang Ling's eyes became colder and colder, "He is stubborn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ling didn't want to waste any more words and directly raised his sword to stab the woman in Rong Hua's arms.

Not to mention that Rong Hua's cultivation level is not that good, but his swordsmanship is first-rate, but no matter how good it is, it is not enough compared to Jiang Ling, who is already in the stage of becoming a god.

Every movement he made was filled with surging spiritual power, which was so piercing that he could hardly open his eyes.

Rong Hua was beaten and retreated step by step. There was a trace of blood on the left side of his face. His thin lips pursed tighter and tighter, but the hand holding Yin Jing did not loosen at all.

The more Jiang Ling fought, the more violent he became.

Why? Why can this piece of trash get into Master's eyes?!

Obviously he is not as good as him in any way, but he can get everything he desires!

Is it only after this person dies that Master will take another look at him, realize his good qualities, and pay attention to him?

Thinking like this, the spiritual power emanating from Jiang Ling's body became stronger and stronger, and his swordsmanship became faster and faster, almost to the point where it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

No one noticed a flash of red in his eyes.

Instead of just targeting Yin Jing alone, two people stabbed her together.

Yin Jing originally thought that they would be merciful because Rong Hua was a disciple of the Immortal Master, but she never thought that not only would they show no mercy, but they would press forward step by step, obviously wanting to kill them both.

The blood all over Jiang Ling's body was boiling, and he screamed, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Unable to control it any longer, all his spiritual energy was concentrated on the sword, which was trembling. He looked at the position of Rong Hua's heart and stabbed it without any hesitation.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, when everyone was so pierced by the light that they couldn't even open their eyes.

Yin Jing almost subconsciously stood in front of Rong Hua without hesitation. The sword pierced Yin Jing's body and also penetrated his chest.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and no one said anything for a while.

"Jiang Ling!"

It was the first time that the cold and indifferent voice used such an angry tone.

Soon a white figure appeared, with clear features and clear eyes, a white cloth covering his eyes, and a beautiful appearance.

At this moment, he was walking over in a hurry.

Jiang Ling was awakened by the sound. He reacted, then looked down and his pupils tightened. He quickly pulled out the sword, and the blood flowed uncontrollably.

The woman covered in blood slowly slid down because she had no support from the sword. At the last moment when she was about to fall to the ground, Rong Hua squatted on the ground and caught her.

Warm blood instantly flowed all over his hand. The sword pierced her body, leaving a hole in her chest. The blood couldn't stop no matter what.

Every breath she took was extremely difficult, large amounts of blood gushed out of her mouth, and her face could no longer be clearly seen on her delicate and fair face.

But she is still in the mood to laugh now, "Am I ugly now?"

She smiled like this, but there were tears in her eyes.

Many disciples averted their eyes, not because they couldn't bear to watch, but because they felt mixed emotions.

Rong Hua lowered his eyelashes, his expression was still cold, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, and his back was still straight, as if he was indifferent.

But the thin lips that were trembling slightly, the red eye sockets, and the blood on his body was either his or Yin Jing's, and he looked miserable.

It's not sadness emanating from the surface, but from the inside out.

His hands were shaking, and he showed a rare expression of confusion.

He shed no tears, but he was radiating suffocating grief.

At this moment, everyone seemed to feel the despair beneath the man's calmness.

"It's not ugly." His voice was low, and he carefully wiped the blood on Yin Jing's face, but for some reason, the blood kept getting more and more and he couldn't wipe it off.

(End of chapter)