"Jiang Li, how did you discover us!"
The man in black who was attacked put his hands on his neck and fell to the ground dead. His eyes were wide open and he could not rest in peace.
It was really aggrieved that a martial artist in the Juqing realm died at the hands of a young man of low strength.
Not far away, Li Jia looked at his fallen comrade, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
He was full of confidence in this action. As a master of martial arts who was half-stepped into the Ten Thousand Fu Realm, he had almost no difficulty in torturing Jiang Li, who had been cultivating Qi for less than two months.
The only thing you need to worry about is the elite soldiers patrolling late at night.
There are many masters in the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, and once the soldiers notice that Ming Jin has alarmed some of the Marquis Mansion's ministers, his peak Xiantian Realm strength is not enough to crush those little giants with just one finger.
The second lady ordered him to wait for an opportunity to teach Jiang Li a harsh lesson a month ago. If he wasn't so fearful, why would he wait until today to take action?
Speaking of which, the concubine of the Hou Mansion had many enemies in the house, and the eldest lady seemed to intend to put Jiang Li to death.
Today, Nanny Yan from Qiluanxuan came to visit the second lady, and all the patrolling soldiers near Lanhong Pavilion were withdrawn.
However, for the sake of caution, Li Jia still brought four fellow Juqing Realm juniors to assist him.
As a result, as soon as I turned into the back garden of Lanhong Pavilion, one was broken and the other injured.
I still underestimated this concubine of the Hou family.
"Of course the eldest lady told me, otherwise how could I have taken precautions in advance!"
Jiang Li also guessed some truth in the flash of lightning. He remained calm and kept talking.
"Madam!"
Li Jia was startled when he heard the words, and was secretly shocked. He couldn't believe Jiang Li's words completely, but it might not be false.
The Hou Mansion is deep, with jealousy among the female relatives, overt and covert attacks, and strange twists and turns, which are no less exciting than the offensive strategies on the battlefield.
The eldest lady and the second lady are harmonious on the surface and support each other, but they have also been secretly fighting for many years. Everyone has their own plans and thoughts.
It is not impossible for the eldest lady to kill two birds with one stone.
But now that the matter has come to this, Li Jia has no way out, so he can only depose Jiang Li first and control the situation.
"Jiang Li, don't talk nonsense. It was the eldest lady who ordered me to kill you. Otherwise, why do you think the surrounding soldiers were withdrawn? Who else in the Hou Mansion has this power except the eldest lady."
Li Jia shouted coldly, and the two night walkers around him rushed towards Jiang Li without saying a word.
A warrior in the Juqing realm has an arm as strong as a thousand kilograms. He runs like a fierce horse, his body hits the air, the air current sweeps through him, and withered grass spins around. His fists are like iron and stone, and his claws are like tigers and leopards.
"Flying sand and moving rocks!"
Jiang Li's body sank, as if there were two invisible arms pressing on his shoulders. This was a sign that his Qi was locked by Wu Fu's spirit.
He knew he was no match for Juqing, so his body slumped violently. The surrounding area was suddenly filled with strong winds, filled with sand and gravel, and dry weeds were swept up into the sky.
Like a grass dragon born, it rolls high and high.
Within ten meters, sand and dead grass filled the field of vision, making it impossible to see anything at all.
The spirit and gaze of Li Jia and the others locked on him were also disturbed by the wind and sand. Jiang Li hid in it, and the energy in his body completely disappeared.
"There are Taoist masters above the divine object realm around here!"
Li Jia and the three of them were all shocked. They did not expect such a drastic change. The wind picked up extremely fast and enveloped the three of them almost instantly.
Humans have five senses, shape, sound, color, taste, and touch, to perceive the world and make judgments.
Warriors are no exception. Only by advancing to the divine transformation and becoming a martial arts master can the six and seven senses be awakened.
Caught in the strong wind, the sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch of Li Jia and the others were almost all affected to varying degrees, and a kind of vigilance and awe of the unknown could not help but arise in their hearts.
"He can't escape far. The range of this wind is limited. Even if we punch randomly, we can kill this kid!"
A night traveler shouted loudly. He punched out his fists and legs wildly, found a direction in the wind, and kept swinging and striking. He hit the airflow with great force, making a loud bang bang bang sound. His fists and arms struck and his legs and feet swept across.
"Don't act rashly. Control the existence of this wind, and you can sense our presence through the feedback of the air flow. Get out!"
Li Jia's expression changed and he shouted urgently, but he was still a step too late.
Jiang Li hid in the wind and had complete control over every airflow. Ye Xingren punched the air, and all the airflow returned to his mind, gathering together the entire image of Ye Xingren's figure.
Jiang Li flicked his arm, and the dagger came out of his hand. The surrounding air flow wrapped around it, pushing and pulling it.
The speed and strength were double increased, and it shot out in a weird arc, going around behind the night traveler and piercing deeply into his heart.
He pierced the heart directly and poked out the tip of the knife from the chest.
"Baby, you plotted against me!"
The giant warrior was so full of vitality that even though he was penetrated through the heart, he was still not killed on the spot. He fell out of the area enveloped by the strong wind and staggered to the ground.
Looking at the tornado-like wind pillar in front of him, he knew that he was about to die soon. He turned his head and looked around, trying to find the person who controlled the strong wind.
But except for the beautiful woman standing on the rockery, no one else appeared in the back garden.
"I don't care about that anymore!"
The vitality continued to pass by, and the eyes of the night traveler burst out with viciousness.
He took out a porcelain bottle from his chest and poured out the precious pills that nourished the blood. He crushed them with his hands. His back muscles squirmed and squeezed out the dagger inserted into his heart inch by inch. The powdered treasure pills he crushed in his hands were pulled directly from his chest. The wound struck the heart.
The medicinal powder blended with the blood, and a strange flush appeared on Night Walker's increasingly pale face.
He opened his robe, and there was actually a row of hidden weapons inserted into the belt around his waist.
"Sir, Lao Jiu exits the tornado, I'll kill him!"
Ye Xingren shouted while holding a hidden weapon, grabbed several hidden weapons in each hand, gathered the last strength of his body, and threw them fiercely into the tornado column.
The hidden weapon is like a shadow, turning into a dozen thin lines. Although the angles are scattered, it is the result of calculation in the night walker's mind.
As long as these hidden weapons hit the wind pillar at the same time, Jiang Li would definitely be stabbed by one of the hidden weapons.
Buzz
However, at the moment when these dozen hidden weapons were about to fly into the wind pillar, a gust of cold and biting wind suddenly rose from the grass beside the night traveler.
The dozen or so hidden weapons that were shot in front of the wind column turned back strangely, and at a faster speed.
Night Walker's pupils shrank, and before he realized what was happening, his whole body was stabbed by the hidden weapon that returned, leaving more than a dozen bloody holes.
"Taofa!"
The night traveler let out his last murmur and fell to the ground on his back. The dry grass rustled apart, and a small black dog, five or six months old, staggered out of it.
The black dog was distracted, its steps were sloppy, and it seemed to be very weak. It came to the fallen night traveler, glanced at the latter with disdain, then squatted on the ground as if no one was around, biting up the scattered treasure pills one by one. Chew and swallow slowly.
"It's the one who controls the wind!"
The night traveler smiles sadly and dies.
