While the four of them were talking, suddenly, the bell on Ye Sanlang's hand rang violently, and the other three were immediately curious.
Ye Sanlang carefully watched the vibration frequency of the bell, and suddenly his expression gradually became serious.
"Sanlang, what is this?" Bai Lingfeng asked.
"The surveillance circle I set up around me has a kid watching the area around the government office."
"Kid? Could it be that Xunlongmen also knows the magic of ghosts?"
"No, that's not the case. The founder of Xunlongmen was originally a wandering Taoist priest in the world. He was the master of various sects. All kinds of side sects are recorded in the Xunlong Secret Technique, and they are not the most important thirty-six kinds of secret techniques. ."
Cai Hang and Lei Maohao were confused. In their opinion, Ye Sanlang was not only a master of martial arts, but also a master of Taoism.
"Then what does this bell mean?"
"When the bell rings, it means that humans with murderous intentions are approaching, and the frequency of the bell's vibration represents the number of people."
Bai Lingfeng was stunned. Although he didn't understand this, he could still tell that there were definitely a lot of people.
"How many?" he tried to ask.
"About fifty..."
"Fifty..." Bai Lingfeng took a breath, but it was reasonable to say that they should have solved fifty with their skills, but why was Ye Sanlang so solemn?
"Could it be that... they are all cultivators?"
Ye Sanlang shook his head and said: "Where did so many monks come from? However, they are all warriors carefully cultivated by King Qing in Yangzhou Mansion. They are not afraid of death and have high martial arts. This time he will fight in Jiangnan. All his belongings were thrown out, and he must be very afraid that Yang Zhao will reveal his scandal, which will not only affect his fight for the crown prince's position, but may even lead to execution."
"Fifty dead soldiers!" Cai Hang was horrified when he heard this. He had heard rumors about dead soldiers when he was traveling around the world. According to legend, various helpless orphans are selected from an early age and then instilled with all kinds of extreme information psychologically and physically. , training them into warriors who are not afraid of death. It is said that a dead soldier can defeat a team of ten people. This is not groundless.
Bai Lingfeng glanced at him and asked, "What? Are you scared?"
Cai Hang then remembered that the two people in front of him might be more terrifying existences, and quickly shook his head.
Ye Sanlang quickly stood up and said, "Let's go and meet these so-called dead soldiers."
At night, it was quiet around the Yangzhou government office, even eerily quiet, with even the sounds of insects and birds disappearing without a trace.
Some black figures slowly approached the wall. After looking around for no one, they climbed over the wall one by one. Just as two government officials came over on patrol, a dark figure nodded. Suddenly, two dark figures pounced on them. Left and right, breaking their necks. The leader nodded, and everyone ran towards the prison.
However, after they left, the corpses of the two government officials slowly turned into wooden piles. Two weak light spots slowly floated out from the wooden piles and flew to other places, but those black shadows were not there at all. noticed.
Inside the prison door, two government officials were lying on the table, unaware of the incense coming in from the cracks in the iron door. After a while, their snoring gradually stopped. At this time, the cell door was destroyed by a strong force, and a group of black shadows filed in. It seemed that they had taken the antidote and were not afraid of the previous incense.
The group of people rushed straight to the single room at the end. The prisoners around them were all unconscious from the previous drug. The same was true for Yang Zhao in the single room at the end. They saw him sitting against the wall in a pile of hay, shrugging. Hold your head.
The man who seemed to be the leader pouted at the person next to him. The man stepped forward and pulled Yang Zhao up, ready to check his face. Who knew that the man was not Yang Zhao. He lifted up the lifeless face. , opened his big mouth and spit out a large amount of mist. Several black figures who were close inhaled the mist and instantly rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.
The leader was taken aback, and he immediately took everyone back a few steps and exclaimed: "Corpse poison!"
These people have been trained since childhood, and have long been honed into a system that is not afraid of drugs. Those who are weak have died on the training field long ago, but the corpse poison is extremely vicious, and normal humans cannot resist it.
"There's an ambush!" He whispered and turned around quickly, wanting to lead his men to escape.
But suddenly countless hands stretched out from the ground, grabbed their hands and feet respectively, and fixed them to the ground, unable to move. But suddenly a bright light flashed on the leader's body, and his limbs immediately let out a sharp scream and bounced away from him. He ignored his men who were caught on the ground and ran forward quickly.
However, outside the prison door, under the moonlight in the dark night, there were four figures standing at the door, looking at him quietly.
He calmed down, stopped at the door of the prison, and stood still. Slowly, he shouted: "Gold and Iron!"
In the dark night, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a simple broadsword suddenly appeared in his hand.
Great treasure! It is definitely a valuable treasure and a divine weapon!
Bai Lingfeng was also slightly shocked. He had seen Ye Sanlang's Longquan sword. He knew it was a treasure-level magic weapon, but this dead soldier actually had a magic weapon, although he could detect that the sword's aura was weaker than Longquan. It's a lot, but it's by no means ordinary.
Ye Sanlang showed an expression of appreciation, nodded, and said: "Yes, you are a man. Although I don't know what kind of past you have, I can give you a good ending."
He stretched out his right hand and shouted: "Longquan!"
A green light flashed, and the Longquan Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. At the same time, it was very likely that Longquan's sword soul sensed the hostility from the opponent, and a large sharp breath burst out from the sword, which was extremely strong. Bai Lingfeng was shocked, he followed
"Very good, my Longquan has also started to fight. Let's fight."
The man nodded, raised the knife, and took a good posture. The next moment, he rushed over. In just a moment, he was less than five steps away from Ye Sanlang, and even Bai Lingfeng didn't see him clearly at all. speed.
The corner of Ye Sanlang's mouth raised, and with a fierce wave of his right hand, Longquan and gold and iron collided, making a huge metal collision sound, and at the same time, a circle of air waves spread out around the two of them. The three people around Ye Sanlang were immediately blown away by the air wave for about ten steps.
The next moment, the two men sheathed their knives at the same time. In just a short moment, there were dozens of blows to each other, but Bai Lingfeng and others couldn't see the figures of the two at all. At most, they could hear the sound of metal clashing.
The two men fought for a long time, and there was no sign of them using swordsmanship or knife skills. They relied entirely on speed and skill to fight for their lives.
I don’t know how much time passed, and even the surroundings were surrounded by government officials, who were all quietly waiting for the result. The duel between these two people was like a dream to them, almost unlike mortals, which further strengthened their admiration for Ye Sanlang.
Suddenly, there was a sound of metal shattering, and the air was filled with metal fragments. Bai Lingfeng saw it clearly this time, and he shouted: "Win!"
