Medical Sovereign

In fact, with Song Zhong's speed and strength, he would have been able to catch up with Wu Xiang and the others a long time ago.

It's just that this time he was really angry. His sister and brother-in-law's family died tragically. He wanted to kill all Wuxiang's relatives and friends to bury his sister with him.

That's why he stayed behind them unhurriedly, just to lure out their relatives and friends. Millers really suffered an unreasonable disaster.

It's just that Miles was afraid of Ding Ning, but not Song Zhong. If he wasn't afraid of being chased by Ding Ning, he wouldn't bother to explain to Song Zhong and would just kill him.

When Song Zhong made a move, Miles was furious. Damn it, I can't beat Ding Ning, how can I beat you?

As a result, the two of them fought like sparks hitting the earth, thunder from the sky and fire from the earth, igniting at the first touch.

Song Zhong was using his bare hands, and Miles was using no weapons. The two of them collided hundreds of times in an instant like lightning.

Song Zhong's face remained as usual, but Miles's hands were trembling slightly, and he was grinning in pain, complaining secretly in his heart, where did China have so many monsters, and any one he met was so powerful.

"It's interesting. You are worthy of being that little monk's helper. You are worthy of my use of weapons."

Song Zhong untied his sister's body from behind, carefully placed it on the ground, pulled out three silver steel pipe-like things, slowly spliced ​​them together, and said lightly: "This is a cold drink soul-chasing gun. It is worthy of my use over the years." You are the thirteenth person with the gun..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked up and realized that Miles had already disappeared. Song Zhong was so angry that he cursed: "What the hell, do you still have any master's demeanor..."

Miles listened to the scolding behind him and curled his lips in disdain. You really think I'm stupid. I'm still standing there waiting for you to assemble the gun and stab me. Although this guy is very powerful, he seems to have a bit of trouble with his brain. , far worse than Ding Ning.

Ding Ning felt very bad. He almost lost Miles after stopping in front of the Royal Alliance team for a minute. He finally used his spiritual consciousness to capture his position again, and he met Wu Xiang again.

He really didn't want to meddle in other people's business and waste time. Miles had to die, but he couldn't do anything when he saw the miserable appearance of the third brother. Besides, he was also very curious about who could force these brothers to do this. This bird-like.

"You are stealing someone's wife, or you are killing his father."

Ding Ning stood in the middle of the road with his arms folded, looking at Wu Xiang and the other three panting, laughing like a dog and jokingly said.

"Brother Ding,

I've found you. "

"Brother Ding, help me."

Wuxiang and Puding didn't show any signs of it, showing expressions of relief, and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

Although Jiang Wuhui didn't speak, he showed an expression of relief. He bent over and held his knees with his hands, letting big drops of sweat fall on the sand, feeling extremely sour in his heart.

Although he was arrogant and arrogant, he had to admit that the love rival who had stolen his dream lover was already far ahead of them and had the strength to protect them.

"Tell me, which force did you offend that made you so embarrassed to hunt down all three of you?"

Ding Ning reached out and took out three water bags with fresh water and threw them to them.

"Thanks!"

Jiang Wuhui took the water bag, thanked him politely, and drank heavily.

Wu Xiang and Pu Ding's mouths were so dry that they were peeling. They didn't even bother to say thank you. They just had a drink while holding the water bag.

After drinking all the water in the water bag in one breath, Wuxiang and Pudding seemed to be alive. You told me everything in detail.

"Song Zhong, the cold flame soul-chasing gun in Red Flame Hunting Song?"

There was a hint of solemnity in Ding Ning's expression, but his eyes were shining.

As the saying goes, the shadow of a famous human tree can be ranked alongside Shura, who occupies the first place in the Divine Martial Ranking, and Song Zhong is enough for him to take it seriously.

Ever since he heard Shura's name for the first time, he had longed for the opportunity to have a hearty battle with Shura. Although Shura was not here now, Song Zhong should not be much weaker than him. How could he not get excited and fight? The meaning keeps rising.

Wu Xiang cried out with a bitter look on his face: "Brother Ding, I really didn't kill his sister. They wanted to surround me and steal my number plate, so I tapped their acupuncture points. Who knew they would die? How could I Song Zhong didn’t even listen to his explanations, and he decided that I was the one who killed him. I was wronged.”

"I trust you."

Ding Ning knew Wuxiang's temperament. This child was the reincarnation of a true bodhisattva who was compassionate and compassionate. How could he kill someone so easily?

"I knew Brother Ding was reasonable and wouldn't leave us alone."

Pudding took a break now and said with a smile.

Ding Ning glared at him angrily: "Should you give me an explanation? I've been taking the blame for you for a long time."

"Hey, you can't blame me for this. They insist on saying that you are a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic. I have never stated my position. But having said that, Brother Ding, tell me the truth. Are you really not a member of the Holy Sword Relic? ?”

Pudding chuckled and asked curiously.

Ding Ning's expression became strange, and he asked doubtfully: "Don't you know whether I am a disciple of the Holy Sword Relics? Aren't you from the Holy Sword Relics? Have you seen me?"

"I have never seen you in the clan, but who dares to say that you are not a descendant of the disciples left behind by the Holy Sword clan?"

Pudding muttered softly.

The descendants of the disciples of the Holy Sword who were left behind?

Ding Ning was shocked and looked thoughtful.

He would never have thought about this before, but since he knew that he was of the blood of the Three Lords and that his father did have the blood of Chi You, he had doubts about this.

What's more, his father never talked about his grandparents or his origins, which had to make him think a lot.

"Although the Holy Sword Relics have closed the gate, they are not completely secluded from the outside world. Every few years, disciples will appear quietly to practice, but their identities and whereabouts are generally not revealed. Brother Ding, are you one of the Holy Sword Relics? Which of the disciples who was born and experienced was temporarily moved by the mortal heart and remained in the secular world. "

Pudding guessed wildly.

Ding Ning couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Sorry, my dad is still alive."

Pudding was instantly embarrassed, and Sansan smiled and fell silent. He was slightly disappointed in his heart. After all, the disciples who had gone out to train in the mountains would return to the family as soon as the time was up.

He had always suspected that Ding Ning was the child of which tribe was left in the mortal world, but since Ding Ning's father was still alive, there was no such possibility.

"Are you really not a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic?"

Jiang Wuhui asked doubtfully.

"Of course, if you have such a thick thigh to hold you, why shouldn't I admit it?"

Ding Ning felt quite speechless. In fact, he was not sure whether he was a descendant of the Holy Sword family. Perhaps all this could only be solved after meeting his father.

"Then why do you know the Heaven-killing Sword of the Holy Sword Relics?"

Seeing that Ding Ning's expression didn't seem to be fake, Jiang Wuhui asked with some confusion.

Pudding's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stared at Ding Ning to see how he would answer. He had also heard about Ding Ning's ability to kill the sky sword, but because he had not seen it with his own eyes, he could not speak. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wu Regret asked on his behalf.

Ding Ning felt a little guilty when he heard this, but his face was now thicker than the city wall. How could he show his flaws in front of a few young people? He sneered without blushing and out of breath: "People are similar, why can't they use sword skills?" Are they similar? Chiyang from the Holy Medical Sect had a problem with me and wanted to kill me, but he didn't have the ability, so he deliberately promoted that I was a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic, and then used the ancestral teachings to lure you into the Holy Sword Villa. Deal with me."

Jiang Wuhui looked thoughtful, as if he believed Ding Ning's statement.

Wuxiang sighed quietly, and said with compassion: "Amitabha, when will we repay injustice? Why can't we live in peace?"

Pudding sneered and rubbed Wu Xiang's bald head: "You think too simply. This is a feud. A feud accumulated over thousands of years. How can it be so easily resolved?"

"Since it happened thousands of years ago, why does it continue?"

Wu Xiang disagreed with his statement and turned away angrily, preventing Pudding from touching his head. He always felt that it was like touching a pet.

"There is no other way. Who makes Holy Medical Sect and Holy Sword Villa losers?"

Pudding said somewhat proudly.

"Who says we are losers? Your ancestor Chi You died, and the two ancestors of Emperor Yan and Huang became emperors of the world. You are the losers."

Although Jiang Wuhui had a close relationship with the two of them and had never betrayed Pudding, he still retorted sharply in order to maintain the dignity of his master.

"Tch, that's what the old lunar calendar is all about. In the fight for hegemony in the world, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Although ancestor Chi You was defeated, he was not defeated at the hands of Emperors Yan and Huang, but at the hands of the Saintess Clan. I really don’t know what you are so proud of.”

After all, Pudding was young and vigorous, his face turned red, and he argued unconvinced.

"This is the right way to get more help but the wrong way to help less. If Chi You wasn't arrogant and domineering and unpopular with the people, how could he have attracted the Saintess Clan to kill him because he couldn't stand it anymore?"

When it comes to the glory of the sect, Jiang Wuhui refuses to give in and fights against each other.

"Tch, what did your ancestors do? Didn't they kill donkeys, cross rivers and bridges, and almost wipe out the Saintess tribe?"

Pudding retorted with a sneer.

Jiang Wuhui was speechless, and after a long time he said unconvinced: "That is the emperor's trick. The Saint Girl Clan has seriously threatened the rule of the Yan and Huang Emperors, and they must be eradicated to unify the world. There is no such thing as a bird in history. Not uncommon."

"So, don't look at history arbitrarily with the eyes of ordinary things. Who dares to say that the ancestors of Chi You were not smeared by the Emperors Yan and Huang, and then the ancestors of the Saint Women were seduced to take action? But what was the result? The Saint Women were deceived. Confiscating the family and exterminating the clan will not end well at all.”

Pudding was unreasonable and aggressive.

Jiang Wuhui opened his mouth for a long time, but he could not argue. After all, the behavior of the Yan and Huang Emperors in crossing rivers and demolishing bridges was well known to the world. With this stain, it is hard to say whether Chi You was smeared in the first place.

Seeing that he was silent, Puding said no more, but said with a serious look: "Those are all grievances of the past. Of course, in order to fight for the world, no means are too much to use, and future generations can only I will judge heroes based on success or failure, and I am not trying to vindicate my ancestors. In fact, whether they are the descendants of the Yan and Huang Emperors, or the descendants of the Saint Girl tribe and our Jiuli tribe, they joined forces to resist at the end of the Dark Calendar. When the demons join forces, they have turned their hostility into friendship.”

"Then why do our ancestors of Holy Sword Villa and Holy Medical Sect still hate you Holy Sword survivors so much?"

Jiang Wuhui said quite puzzled.

Pudding then smiled proudly: "Didn't you notice? No matter how you target our clan, our clan doesn't care much about you. Do you know the reason?"

Not only Jiang Wuhui and Wu Xiang, but also Ding Ning's desire for gossip was aroused.

Indeed, the grudges between the four holy sects had been resolved because they joined forces to fight against demons. Why did the relationship deteriorate sharply later? The ancestors of the holy doctor sect and the holy sword villa even left behind ancestors who would kill anyone who saw the remains of the holy sword. What about training?

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