"Furthermore, the sword blood shed by the Blood Sword Demon Lord on you is different before and after,"

Su Xiqiu seemed to have read a lot of information from the bloody smell left here.

"At first, his sword blood was weak, but then the blood shed by the sword became a little more vibrant, which shows that the sword blood demon's power is recovering and his injuries are gradually recovering,"

After saying that, Su Xiqiu looked at Murong Qingyi sharply and said angrily, "You actually cured him?!"

Murong Qingyi hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, "No, I haven't. I haven't even seen anyone from the Blood Sword Demon Lord!"

But suddenly, her expression froze, and she suddenly remembered the bleeding crutch in the old man's hand yesterday.

Is the "sword blood" mentioned by the white-skirted immortal master the blood flowing out of the crutch?

And that weird old man is the Blood Sword Demon Lord?

But Murong Qingyi had seen the portrait of the Sword-Blooded Demon Lord in "The Chronicles of the Demon Lord". He had long, shiny black hair, a tall stature, and strong muscles. How could he be the skinny white-haired old man from yesterday? Woolen cloth!

At this time, Su Xiqiu said to Murong Qingyi again, "The Sword Blood Demon Lord has been seriously injured, and his appearance is aging rapidly. It is different from the portraits in the "Demon Lord's Characters","

"So, were you deceived by him and helped him heal his injuries, or were you and him a team?"

After listening to Su Xiqiu's words, Murong Qingyi's expression became more and more nervous.

Because, only then did she realize that the old man who took her pill yesterday was probably the infamous Blood Sword Demon Lord.

She is considered a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but she gave the Blood Sword Demon Lord the three marrow blood pills she had worked so hard to refine. Isn't this behavior equivalent to "befriending the enemy"!

"Master Su Xian, why bother talking to her anymore?" At this time, Zhou Zhengyang suddenly took out the long sword tied behind his back, "A tough-talking little girl like this, if you don't give her a taste, she won't Tell the truth!"

Obviously, he wanted to teach Murong Qingyi a lesson personally.

Song Ye knew that Murong Qingyi's cultivation was only at the ninth level of the Tongxuan Realm, but Zhou Zhengyang, the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man, had the fifth level of the Void Spirit Realm.

Zhou Zhengyang's strength can be said to be comparable to Song Ye's today.

Song Ye’s latest attributes are as follows:

[Level]: 77

[Qi and blood]: 1313

[Essence]: 50

Just this morning, he tested the maximum damage he could do on the wooden mannequin in the player space, which was 365,000.

According to the damage comparison table, the standard damage inflicted on a wooden dummy by a fifth-level practitioner of the Void Spirit Realm is 360,000.

So based on the latest damage done by Song Ye, his strength is already comparable to Zhou Zhengyang's.

However, this was just the power of his physical body. If he used his guardian skills and used the "Destroy All Living Beings" move, the only one who could survive in front of him would be Su Xiqiu.

"You can't hit anyone casually here,"

Song Ye put Song Yan in his arms on the ground, walked to the middle of the yard, and warned Zhou Zhengyang and others,

"What you just did is considered as breaking into a house. If you then beat someone up after breaking into a house, you will be punished by the law of Dali with a penalty of thirty canes and three months in prison!"

Zhou Zhengyang raised his head and laughed loudly, "You, a little cadre, are actually trying to bring up some nonsense about the Great Li Law in front of my Immortal Master. Don't you know that your Great Li Law can't control our Immortal Master!"

"If you, a small official in the yamen, insist on meddling in other people's business, then I will kill you first!"

As he said that, the sharp Qi was wrapped around Zhou Zhengyang's sword body.

Immediately, he raised his sword and pointed it at Song Ye,

"Put down the sword!"

Su Xiqiu suddenly shouted to Zhou Zhengyang,

"Master Su Xian, this kid is just a small official in the government. The great cause of defeating demons is important. If he gets in the way, just kill him. No one will care about the life of a mortal official afterwards." Zhou Zhengyang said,

"I said, put down the sword!" Su Xiqiu emphasized her tone. At the same time, her robes bulged, and her true energy lingered.

Zhou Zhengyang was shocked. He did not expect that Su Xiqiu would be so protective of Song Ye, a mortal official.

What is she trying to do?

Although Zhou Zhengyang was dissatisfied with Su Xiqiu's move, he still put down the sword in his hand. Who said his cultivation level was not as good as others?

"Song Ye, we don't have to hurt this woman!" Su Xiqiu and Song Ye said, "But we have to take her back to Xuanqing Palace for interrogation!"

"Master Su Xian, actually I don't think this is necessary. This person is a descendant of the Murong family and has nothing to do with the Blood Sword Demon Lord. Besides -"

Song Ye argued with reason, "I am a member of the imperial court. When we enforce the law, we always do not care about immortals and demons. We only ask about right and wrong. If you have any disputes, you'd better go back to the Yamen with me and resolve it in the Yamen. Otherwise, Murong Murong will do it later." The aristocratic family came to me to ask for an explanation, and I couldn’t handle it either!!”

"You're such a good Song Ye," Su Xiqiu said angrily, "You asked us to go back to the Yamen with you? How ridiculous! I just admire you so much that I don't want to see you die under the sword of Master Zhou. I protect you, I didn’t expect you to be so ungrateful!”

"I think it's you who are ungrateful!"

A big knife suddenly fell from the sky, and half of the blade was inserted into the ground. Then, a slender and tall figure stood on the handle of the knife that was exposed on the ground.

Looking at the elegant purple robe that the visitor was wearing, Song Ye quickly recognized her—Samsung Ziyu Wei Qi Shuyu,

Song Ye wondered, she actually appeared so timely. Could it be that every time he patrolled the street, this woman had been secretly observing or even following him secretly?

It's just that Qi Shuyu's cultivation level is only at the eighth level of Tongxuan Realm. Among the people Su Xiqiu brought, any immortal master's cultivation level is higher than hers.

Her own cultivation cannot fool anyone, but her purple robe can.

Even people from the Immortal Sect who have nothing to do with the Li Kingdom Court must give some face to this purple Yu robe.

But this face is not for the imperial court of Li Kingdom, but for Immortal Jiu Li.

More than two hundred years ago, Jiuli Immortal Lord was once a member of the temple, and also served as the Shaoqing of Dayu Temple. Later, he became an official and retired, devoted himself to practice, passed the Immortal Lord's trial on Xuanji Mountain, and received the title " "Jiu Li"!

Because Immortal Jiu Li has a far-reaching reputation, has a high level of cultivation, and has many followers, and because she comes from Dayu Temple, people in the Immortal Sect will have more respect for people wearing purple Yu robes.

"I have no control over how arrogant and domineering you so-called bullshit immortal masters are outside."

Qi Shuyu glanced at all the sect immortal masters present one by one with his sharp eyes, "But in the place guarded by our guards, you will never be allowed to do whatever you want to the people of Dali!"

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