She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 331
Ling Yishuang stared blankly at the woman in front of her. The woman's eyes were like stars in the dark night, revealing a strange and soul-stirring force in her firmness.

The woman held a mahogany sword, with awe-inspiring justice, and never flinched in the slightest.

Ling Yishuang's heart groaned.

Isn't this the avenue he has been pursuing?
"I don't allow you to hurt Miss He."

On one side, Zhu Feiqing hunched over and bumped towards Ling Yishuang.

It's just that he is already old now, with bad legs and slow steps, how could he bump into a cultivator.

Ling Yishuang only turned her body slightly, Zhu Feiqing flew out and fell to the ground.

He Miao held his forehead speechlessly for a moment.

But he still took a step forward and carefully helped the aged Zhu Feiqing up:

"Brother, you are quite old, with old arms and legs, so don't take it easy. If there is something wrong with this, won't this fate be explained here?"

He Miao really hated iron but not steel.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, Zhu Feiqing's method of killing his opponent is still used.

Zhu Feiqing laughed, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, coughing and laughing:
"Miss He, although the old man is old, he still has a heroic heart to save the beauty."

He Miao really admired him a little.

No matter how the world changes, Zhu Feiqing still has a pure heart.

He Miao turned back, and solemnly said to Ling Yishuang who was still in a daze:

"Master Ling, I don't care what you are suffering from, I just want to tell you that your enemy is not me."

Ling Yishuang's heart trembled, he knew, she saw his real pain.

His pain is not only because his most respected father killed his mother.

What's more, his mother, his beloved mother, became a crooked demon, and she did not hesitate to go astray in order to survive.

Ling Yishuang, Aoxue Lingshuang, his name comes from this.

When his parents gave him this name, they hoped that he would become an upright and proud person.

In the end, only he himself was kept in the dark, like a joke.

Seeing Ling Yishuang's expression moved, He Miao knew there was something going on, so he hurriedly continued to persuade:

"Mr. Ling, our close relatives have gone astray. All we can do is try our best to pull them back. But there is no need to cover up what they did wrong."

"Right and wrong are fair, and people are free."

Ling Yishuang's eyes turned red, he took a step forward, and a sharp sword lay across He Miao's neck.

"Do you think that if you say this, I will spare you?"

He Miao calmly said:
"Young Sect Master, you promised me that you would not kill me. If you really kill me, I will die, and death is not a pity. I am afraid that Young Sect Master will not be able to sleep at night in the future."

Ling Yishuang's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He felt that in front of this woman, he was seen through.

Although what He Miao said was true, in fact, he was secretly planning a way to escape.

She has a life to die, but she must survive before her master's revenge is avenged, and before her master's sect is destroyed.

Ling Yishuang was silent for a long time, and the sword lying on He Miao's neck began to tremble slightly.

"Young master Ling, you know that I was never the one who killed your mother. You know what you should do."

He Miao looked directly at Ling Yishuang without fear.

Ling Yishuang's whole body was full of demonic energy, and a sword was firmly pressed against He Miao.A faint red mark instantly appeared on the woman's white neck.

But He Miao closed his eyes, and continued to recite the Taishang's method of eliminating demons:

"Taishang eliminates demons without force, sees through all emotions and condenses the heart of the Tao. The superficiality of the Tao is nothing to worry about, and the magic of cutting off the heart is self-contained. The universe is in hand, and you can practice it with all your heart."

In the entire empty imperial tomb, only the woman's soft voice remained, with a bit of certainty in it.

Ling Yishuang also gradually calmed down, and regained the appearance of that calm and arrogant noble son.

He finally let go of his sword, and said coldly: "Follow me."

He kept his promise not to kill her.

But his mother's soul died at her hands in the end. This is also an undoubted fact, and he will never let her go easily.

"Wait a moment." He Miao grabbed Ling Yishuang's sleeve tightly.

Ling Yishuang turned her head in puzzlement and frowned.He doesn't like being touched by others.

"Can you, take out that sword?" He Miao pointed to the Longyuan sword in the middle of the imperial tomb, which was surrounded by dragon energy.

She had thought that she would seize the sword 30 years later.

However, it has only been 15 years now, and this seven-star Longyuan sword has already begun to attack, and the spirit of the Big Dipper in it is too aggressive.

With her cultivation at the early stage of foundation establishment, if she took off the sword rashly, she might be injured by it instead.

But the world has suffered 15 years of war, and the people have suffered from the war.As things always do, it's time to end all of this.

This time, even Zhu Feiqing did not stop him.

"Long Yuan Sword?" Ling Yishuang was so focused on her mother's affairs that she didn't even pay attention to the strange sword in the middle of the imperial tomb.

Taking a closer look at the moment, I also recognized that it was the famous Longyuan sword in the legend.

"Longyuan Sword is a sword of integrity and purity, which is blessed with the righteousness of the Big Dipper. The young master takes this sword, which will help restrain the evil energy in the body."

He Miao said lightly.

The Long Yuan Sword, an ancient sword, also gave birth to a sword soul. If the person holding the sword is a despicable and shameless villain, the Long Yuan Sword will never fall into the hands of that person.

Hearing this, Ling Yishuang flicked the hem of his clothes, and his silver moon-colored robe moved slightly, then leaped up and grabbed the hilt of Longyuan Sword.

He pulled out the Longyuan sword easily.

Seeing this, He Miao lowered her eyebrows and trembled her eyelashes.

The previous owner of this Dragon Yuan Sword was also a gentleman who was upright and upright.

Ling Yishuang held this sword, and now the Long Yuan sword was seen again, with a strong purple energy, the sword body was ethereal and deep, as if a giant dragon was lying on it.

It is really a peerless sword.

But He Miao has no desire to covet this sword anymore.

Along the way, she has long since discovered that the mahogany sword in her hand is the most comfortable and most suitable sword for her to share the joys and sorrows with her.

The sword bestowed by her master Shen Gu is her natal sword as a sword repairman.

Thinking of this, He Miao felt as if something moved in his heart, faintly felt that his soul seemed to be connected with something.

After looking carefully, he found that the mahogany sword in his hand had a simple and simple body, and there were faint writings on it.

He Miao looked carefully, only to find two strange characters appearing on the sword body.

He Miao stared at the ghostly talisman-like characters and was stunned.

"Well, can I ask you two, what is this word?" He Miao knew that it was not the time to say this.

However, she really couldn't recognize these two strange characters.

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