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Chapter 42 Death

Because he knew about Feng Jin's relationship with him, the guards did not stop him.

He went straight to the hall and saw Feng Jin sitting in the chair of Zhengbei Taishi, with a pale face and a weak breath.

Gu Jingyin stood beside him, looking at him with frown and worriedly, and the two young men were reporting.

Seeing Song Yunge come in, Feng Jin lightly said to find a place to sit down, and continued to stare at the two young men opposite: "Did you really chase after me this time?"

"Yes." A young man smiled and said, "He was severely injured by Shi Chang's sword. He was getting weaker and weaker and slower. He could not hide it after all. We have surrounded him and can kill him immediately!"

"Oh..." Feng Jin let out a long sigh, leaned back into the chair, and sighed: "It's all my fault!"

The two young men shook their heads: "He is kind-hearted, who would have thought that Yang Song was so crazy!"

Song Yunge's face suddenly became gloomy and frowned.

He understood immediately, but there was an accident, and Yang Song was not dead!

"You guys go quickly and help them with their strength and strive to completely kill Yang Song this time!" Feng Jin waved his hand.

"Yes!" The two of them clasped their fists and turned around and strode away.

Song Yunge sat near, frowned and said, "Senior Brother, Yang Song is not dead?"

Feng Jin showed a look of shame and shook his head gently: "I originally wanted to leave him a way out. As long as he was left alone, he would tie up and plead with Qinglong Guard. After my bitter advice, he finally agreed, but he actually surrendered!"

Song Yunge frowned: "Senior brother, you are not that stupid. It's impossible for him to be wary of surrendering, right?"

Gu Jingyin glanced at him.

This is so impolite, it's simply a reprimand.

"I'm already careful." Feng Jin shook his head and sighed: "But who thought he had already mastered the Netherworld Blood Claw!... The speed was too fast, and I was too close to him to prevent it."

"I underestimated the enemy." Song Yunge said.

Feng Jin nodded ashamed: "It's worthy of being the Netherworld Blood Claw!"

Song Yunge said: "How is the injury?"

"It doesn't matter." Feng Jin waved his hand: "I stabbed into his chest with anger with a sword, seriously injured him, but this kid was cruel enough to escape. I was too injured. I was just a burden to chase them, so I came back first."

"If he doesn't come back, he will die!" Gu Jingyin snorted: "His injuries were so scary at that time, and now they are much better."

Song Yunge said: "Being caught by the Netherworld God's Claws is not just a spiritual pill. You have to cut off the flesh of the wound, otherwise it will rot. Once it rots, the toxicity will soon run through the blood and eventually the whole body will rot and die!"

Almost no one knows this, because almost all the people in the Netherworld Divine Claws died directly and had no chance to escape.

Gu Jingyin's expression changed when she heard this.

"Reveal!" Song Yunge said.

Gu Jingyin's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly untied Feng Jin's clothes, untied two layers of cloth, revealing five blood holes above her heart.

It seems like the blood hole painted with cinnabar, bright red and dazzling.

Song Yunge let out a sigh.

Fortunately, it was just a flaw, and the power of the Netherworld did not follow up. Although it looked scary, it was still helpful.

The fire of Yang Song’s Netherworld Divine Claw is too far away. He has just started, so his power is too weak.

It would be fine if the Netherworld Divine Claw was only attacked at such a fire, but it would be very powerful when facing the enemy, and it would not be a problem.

"All these things need to be cut off." Song Yunge frowned and thought: "Senior Sister Gu, come and get the wine."

Without saying a word, Gu Jingyin twisted her waist and left, and soon got a small purple altar.

Feng Jin suddenly widened his eyes and looked at her dissatisfiedly.

Gu Jingyin said: "This is the strongest wine."

"It's so abusive!" Feng Jin snorted the air conditioner, with regret on his face: "Don't use this! This is a snow-burning wine, a top-notch wine!"

Gu Jingyin glanced at him, slapped Kaifeng mud with a "bang" and poured it on the long sword that Song Yunge stretched out.

"Small, less, don't have to be so much, it's all spilled on the ground!" Feng Jin shouted hurriedly.

He stared at the wine poured down, as clear and cold as a spring, and the mellow fragrance instantly filled the hall.

He had a painful expression like a heart-cutting.

Song Yunge flipped his sword, and Gu Jingyin poured the snow and brewed the wine, ignoring him.

"Oh--!" Feng Jin was so distressed that his facial features were shrinking into a ball.

Song Yunge waved, and the clear light flashed for several times, and the fragrance of wine blew over.

He crossed the sword again, and Gu Jingyin poured all the remaining wine and washed away the blood on the sword.

Feng Jin screamed at this time and blood bleeded in his chest.

The original five blood holes expanded one circle and were stirred by the long sword.

Song Yunge waved his sword and stabbed in and stirred it up, but his movements were too fast, so fast that Feng Jin didn't have time to hurt.

Song Yunge returned the mellow long sword to sheath, looked down at several pieces of meat on the ground, and nodded: "Fortunately it didn't rot, it was only a little bit away."

Feng Jin pointed a few fingers to seal the blood, Gu Jingyin took out the bleeding and applied it to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Song Yunge said: "Yun Yan has gone back, right?"

"Miss Yang is still following her, she won't come back." Feng Jin's tone was weak. If he was not a master of Tianwai Tian and had his body tempered by the Ninth Heaven's Vitality, the injury would be fatal.

Gu Jingyin shook her head and said, "This girl is still thinking about her old love and wants to send Junior Brother Yang for the last journey."

Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

"Don't worry, Miss Yang has excellent light skills, no problem." Feng Jin smiled and said, "If you care, it's messy."

Gu Jingyin smiled.

She was very happy to see Song Yunge and Yang Yunyan become a pair. Song Yunge's appearance, life and martial arts are all excellent choices, and she knows the truth.

If the two can become a couple, it is a kiss.

Song Yunge didn't have the intention of joking and touched his sword eyebrows: "Then I'll go and have a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside.

The two people who had reported before rushed in and said in a deep voice: "What a long time!"

"Didn't kill Yang Song?" Feng Jin frowned and said, "What are you doing so panic!"

The two gritted their teeth and said angrily: "What a long time, Yang Song escaped!"

Feng Jin stood up "Teng".

He was still weak and got up too hard, and he was shaking and about to fall.

Gu Jingyin stepped forward to support him, frowned and said, "How could this be?"

"His Nether Blood Claw suddenly entered a layer, and his power increased greatly. He killed one person unexpectedly. Then another guy rushed in and killed another person when he rescued Yang Song!" The two of them gritted their teeth in grief and anger.

"Ah--!" Feng Jin roared angrily: "Yang-Song--!"

"Who are you dead?" Song Yunge said in a deep voice.

He had a vague premonition.

"This..." A young man looked at him and showed a hesitant look.

Song Yunge's face became heavier and he said slowly: "Is it Yang Yunyan?"

"...yes." The young man nodded with difficulty.

He felt that Song Yunge's astonishing momentum was emitting as the substance, and he couldn't breathe.

The red robe slowly bulged, and the turbulent face of Song Yunge was standing in the strong wind.

"How could it be Junior Sister Yang!" Gu Jingyin couldn't believe it.

Song Yunge said in a deep voice: "Take me over!"

"Yes, go quickly, maybe I can save you!" Gu Jingyin thought of the last time Song Yunge saved Feng Jin.

He is already dead and can still be saved.

"Let's go, I'll go too!" Feng Jin shouted.

Gu Jingyin no longer stopped him. If something big happened, he must not be absent.

The two led the way, and Song Yunge and Feng Jin and Gu Jingyin followed behind.

Song Yunge's face was as iron as iron, and he remained silent.
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