Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

"As long as Yingying says I play well, even if the whole world says I play badly, I don't care."

"There are beauties on the side of the sky, and the fringe tassels are ringing."

"Girl, remember, the scenery is the scenery, the boat is the boat."

Everything that happened after Jing Zhou came to this world was flashed before his eyes in an instant.

"When everything is over, maybe no one will remember me? The world only knows that there was once a person who practiced the evil sword manual and died in this Hengyang Chengzhong."

"Hehe", Jing Zhou smiled wryly, in a blur, he saw someone walking towards him with a sword.

"If you don't want to die, get out!" At this moment, a burst of anger came.

Lan Fenghuang from the Five Poison Sect rushed in first.

Jing Zhou seemed to see a woman in blue walking towards him, but he could no longer hold the long sword, his head sank, and he fell over.

That day after Jing Zhou said that he was going to Hengyang City to add fire, Huang Zhonggong's eyelids kept twitching afterwards, and he passed the news to Ren Yingying on the pretext of sending poems to her.

However, Ren Yingying was still a step late.

"Jingzhou!"

Ren Yingying, who was following behind, saw Jing Zhou fell to the ground, and cried out heart-piercingly.

"Kill, kill these decent bastards!"

She could no longer suppress the anger in her heart, and shouted to the group of people behind her.

Immediately, there was a "cracking" sound in the yard, mixed with screams one after another.

After a while, the severed limbs fell to the ground, mixed with minced meat, and the whole yard looked like hell.

Ren Yingying ran to Jingzhou's side, hugged him in her arms, looked at the opening on his left shoulder where the bones were exposed, her heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife, her teeth bit her lip, and flowed out along the corner of his mouth. A bright red.

"Fenghuang'er, Fenghuang'er, come and see what's wrong with him!"

Ren Yingying sent her internal energy to Jing Zhou desperately, and at the same time called Lan Fenghuang to come over and help him feel his pulse.

Lan Fenghuang felt Jingzhou's pulse, and frowned as soon as he touched his hand.

It's because Jing Zhou's aura is too weak.

If it weren't for the internal force in his chest protecting his heart veins, he might have died now.

"Yingying, why don't we go back to the city first and find Ping Yizhi to have a look for Mr. Jing, I..."

At the end of speaking, Lan Fenghuang looked at Ren Yingying who was sobbing, but couldn't say the last few words.

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Hengyang washed his hands in a golden basin, ruining hundreds of famous people in the world.

The Songshan faction suffered heavy casualties, and none of those who went there survived.

That day, only Yue Buqun and other few people who were good at lightness kung fu came out of the Liu residence alive.

Most of the others were killed by Jing Zhou first, and almost all were slaughtered by the people brought by Ren Yingying.

After Qu Yang settled Qu Feiyan, he returned to the Liu Mansion, and there were no living people on the ground.

No one expected that such a big commotion would be caused by the golden basin washing hands.

When Zuo Lengchan learned that all the members of his Chongshan sect were dead, he was furious. If he didn't think that the demon sect was powerful and could not be countered by his own forces, he would have killed the Sun Moon God sect a long time ago. .

Those who died there were all the backbone of the Songshan faction!

Even though the Songshan School has developed rapidly in his hands over the years, to cultivate an elite disciple not only requires a lot of money and medicinal materials, but also requires a lot of time.

The disciple he spent ten years cultivating just disappeared, how could he not feel heartbroken!

Yue Buqun was the only one who was happy to participate in this golden basin wash.

After he knocked Yue Lingshan unconscious before, he asked his disciples to withdraw first. This time, apart from his arm injury, there was no other injury.

He also earned a lot of fame, and if a demon cultist like Young Master Bixie was killed by them, it would eliminate a great disaster for the righteous way of martial arts.

Although Yue Buqun didn't work hard, but after returning to Huashan, his reputation as a gentleman sword has been resounded a bit!

Come to think of it, as long as I operate with peace of mind for a few years, the Huashan faction will definitely rise.Now Songshan School, apart from Zuo Lengchan, there are not many masters, and the difference in strength and his Huashan School has narrowed down a bit!

Except for his Huashan faction, many other factions died this time.

Mount Tai lost two elders, the head of Mount Heng died in the hands of Jing Zhou, and Chong Shan also lost several Taibao and dozens of elite disciples.

Now Yue Buqun can finally see his chance for Huashan to command the other four factions again!

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"Ahem", Jing Zhou felt as if his chest was being pressed by a stone, and he couldn't breathe.

His throat was dry and sore, and his hands had no strength at all.

He coughed lightly throughout his life, waking up the sleeping Ren Yingying lying beside him.

Ren Yingying touched his pale face with her hands and sobbed: "Don't move, you are sick, you need to get better soon, you said you would accompany me to release paper kites. You still owe me a hundred fireflies."

Looking at the tearful man in front of him, Jing Zhou thought of that naughty and cute shadow, and what the two of them had said before.

"I'm not a beloved man, isn't Yingying afraid that I, Hong Xing, will cheat on me?"

"Hee hee, if you dare to step out of the wall an inch, I will move the wall an inch, if you go out of the wall a foot, then I will move the wall for a fight."

One picture after another kept flashing in Jing Zhou's mind, coughing again, he said weakly:

"Cough cough, I'm sick." Before Jing Zhou finished speaking, he coughed up a big mouthful of black blood, "Yingying, don't worry, I, I'm, I'm sick, and I'll be fine in a while... "

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhou felt a tightness in his chest and passed out.

At this time, the jade pendant on his chest emitted a faint light, entering his body along his chest.

It's just that the light is so faint that it's hard to see clearly.

Ping Yizhi, who was thinking about Fang Zi outside, heard Ren Yingying's screaming, hurried in, grabbed Jing Zhou's wrist, put his finger on it, and kept frowning.

Even if he is Ping Yizhi, the number one genius doctor in the world, there is nothing he can do to Jing Zhou at this time.

The trauma on his body is okay, just bandage it up to stop the bleeding, and rest with medicine for a while, but the poison that penetrates deep into the lungs is really hard to beat.

This kind of poisonous domineering abnormality has penetrated deep into his heart, which really made him helpless.

Whether it is poisonous injury or external injury, if it is separated, Ping Yizhi still has a solution. At this time, both of these injuries appear on one person, even if Hua Tuo is reborn, it may not be able to save the person!

"This weak body cannot withstand the stimulation of strong medicine, but if there is no treatment, I am afraid that the person in front of me will not survive for a moment. This... what should I do!"

Pulling his beard with one finger, Ping paced back and forth in the room, constantly thinking of possible solutions.

Even if he pulled a few beards and broke them, there is no good way to treat the man in front of him at this time.

At this time, he could only bite the bullet and say to Ren Yingying: "If Mr. Jingzhou only has external injuries, the old man is sure to heal him, but the poison that penetrates deep into the lungs is very difficult. His body is too weak to survive. Thrilling. This, this..."

"Besides, the poison has approached the heart veins now, and there is no cure. Mr. Jing is afraid that he will not survive tomorrow."

Ping Yizhi told a lie, and didn't dare to tell Ren Yingying that he would not live for a while.

Looking at Jing Zhou's purple lips, Ren Yingying suddenly remembered something, ran out immediately, held Lan Fenghuang's hand, stared at Lan Fenghuang's eyes, and asked urgently: "Fenghuang, are you Didn't you say that the love Gu of your Five Poison Sect can cure all poisons?"

"Isn't it, tell me quickly!"

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