Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

66 (Finale)

Zi Ning's heart shuddered and walked toward no one with his back to him.

"Sisi, don't be angry."

Patriarch Song was relieved when she left, and he said: "I heard that Yan Ji has already brought someone here privately."

Zi Ning's heart beat.

"You want to avenge my brother, I can help you. By the time the bait ......"

For the simple Anglo revenge when determining the child rather simple Anglo-Sisi mentioned, the eyes no friendship. It seemed that Patriarch Song gave Sisi the confidence that she could deceive others.

At the corner, Zi Ning stopped.

Patriarch Song leaned forward and sighed, "Back then...you looked more and more like your mother..."

Zi Ning frowned because of the strange nausea, and Patriarch Song put his hand on her shoulder.

Zining turned around, holding the poison packet in his hand, spreading Patriarch Song's face.

The head of the Song family's eye canthus was completely cracked, and he drew the knife from his waist, but a pair of Hong Jingjian, gold and iron fought, and the light flashed.

Zining took the sword back two steps.

Seeing the blood pouring from Patriarch Song's mouth, the poison was extremely strong, his face turned purple and he struggled. Zi Ning took a step forward, and the sword pierced Patriarch Song's chest.

The poison was too painful, and she gave him a joy.

Hong Jing was hidden in her skirt and tied to her leg. Zining put down the skirt, thanked Sisi in his heart, thanks to her poison.

Otherwise, with her martial arts, Patriarch Song could not be defeated.

At this time, the sword was bleeding, Zining stood beside the corpse and looked at the sky.

It's coming soon.

After the poison combined with the sword technique, Zi Ning could no longer hide after assassinating more than a dozen people alone.

The guards from the other yard surrounded her.

The conspiracy trail was no longer helpful, Zi Ning grasped the hilt of Hong Jingjian, and Yan Ji looked down and wiped the sword in his heart.

She looked down at Hong Jingjian, and her eyebrows were illuminated by the mirror-like blade.

She found her laughing.

At this moment, enemies on all sides, alone and helpless, he was not by her side, but she suddenly understood Yanji.

He understands her, as evidenced by the sword.

She is like a mirror, with gold and jade aside, exquisite and exquisite. The sword is like a mirror. Although she has no intention to kill, she is also ruthless. She is the ultimate hypocrisy and coldness.

He is like a scabbard, the scabbard is pitch black, and the coldness is deep inside. He is pure and simple awe-inspiring murderousness, and a solitary persistence.

He had seen her through long ago, even so, he was still willing to hand over her weakness and the sword to her. He had never thought about the things others thought, and he only held out his sincere heart to her.

Zi Ning raised his head after pulling the sword flower.

The snow-blending swordsmanship taught by him in his hand, sprinkled snow-like sword flowers in the air. The blood flower splashed in the air, like a scarlet falling flower.