A sword, a donkey, and a pot of wine

Chapter 1303

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, my father is Ning Wuque!"

Ning Caihua stood there in a daze, just repeating this sentence over and over again.

Perhaps this young sect leader is used to being domineering and overbearing because he relies on his father's power.

Facing a life-and-death crisis at this moment, he subconsciously brought up his father.

It seemed that just by mentioning his father's name, Liu Qinyin would feel fearful and spare his life.

Liu Qinyin's eyes were cold and she turned a deaf ear to Ning Caihua's pleas for mercy.

In her eyes, Ning Caihua and Ning Wuque were both participants in the Hehuan Sect's crimes.

I saw Liu Qinyin's fingertips passing by, and the fairy harp's light flowed.

"Your father is dead, and you can't escape."

Liu Qinyin's voice was cold and without a trace of emotion.

Ning Caihua heard this.

The fear in my heart instantly reached its peak.

His legs went weak and he fell directly from a height of 100 meters.

Logically speaking, a height of one hundred meters is nothing to a cultivator.

What's more, Ning Caihua's cultivation has already reached the level of a god.

But this guy's luck is really bad.

It just happened that it bumped into a musical note and sword energy of Liu Qinyin.

Who is Liu Qinyin?

He is a strong man in the Nine Forbidden Realm.

With one blow of her sword energy, not to mention a God, even an Invincible God or anyone below the eighth forbidden level in the God Forbidden Realm would be doomed.

The sword energy carried terrifying power and instantly pierced through Ning Caihua's body.

Ning Caihua felt a chill in her chest.

An indescribable pain came over him, and his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.

It seemed that he could not believe until his death that he would end up like this.

"Do not……"

He let out a shrill scream, the sound echoing in the air, but was quickly shattered by the sword energy.

Ning Caihua's body was like a kite with a broken string.

It fell rapidly from a high altitude and hit the ground heavily, splashing up a cloud of dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a bloody hole the size of a bowl appeared on Ning Caihua's chest.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground crimson.

His limbs were still twitching slightly, but his breath was as weak as a thread, and his vitality was rapidly fading.

The sound of Liuqin is condescending.

He looked at the dying Ning Caihua coldly, without any pity in his heart.

The crimes committed by the Hehuan Sect are too numerous to list, and the man before him is the main culprit and deserves to be put to death.

"The Hehuan Sect has committed many evil deeds, and today is your retribution."

Liu Qinyin spoke softly. Although her voice was not loud, it resounded like a huge bell in this bloody battlefield.

The Hehuan Sect disciples around who had not yet completely collapsed heard it.

Everyone was terrified, and many people had already thought of fleeing.

However, Liu Qinyin would not let them escape easily.

Her delicate hand stroked the harp again, causing the strings to vibrate.

One after another, musical notes and sword energy containing powerful force whizzed out.

Like homing missiles, they shot accurately at the Hehuan Sect disciples who were trying to escape.

"what……"

"Help me..."

Screams rang out one after another.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were ravaged by the sword energy.

They fell to the ground and died one after another.

For a moment, the Hehuan Sect was flooded with blood, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Qing Zhirou and Leng Wushuang quickly found the dungeon of the Hehuan Sect.

Inside the dungeon, a smell of decay and blood filled the air.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect who were originally guarding the dungeon had long disappeared.

The two walked along the dark passage and soon saw a boy and a girl imprisoned in an iron cage.

The children were emaciated and their eyes were filled with fear.

"Don't be afraid, we will get you out."

Qing Zhirou said softly, waving the sword in her hand.

The iron chain was cut like tofu.

Leng Wushuang also quickly helped the other children untie their restraints.

Qing Zhirou and Leng Wushuang successfully rescued the child and reunited with Liu Qinyin.

Liu Qinyin took light lotus steps and instantly reached an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The spiritual energy around her was surging, and her clothes were rustling.