In the dark room, the guard groped for an oil lamp, lit it, and led the way.
Ling Feng and Jiang Yuelong followed behind.
After a while, the three of them came to the bedroom door.
The guard whispered: "The master is inside, you go in, I'll leave first!"
However, Ling Feng used his fingers to seal the seven acupoints of this person, including the mute acupuncture point. He took the oil lamp and said calmly: "Go and open the door!"
Jiang Yuelong nodded and gently opened the door.
Ling Feng entered the house and placed the oil lamp on the Eight Immortals table.
Jiang Yuelong followed closely behind, and the two of them walked to the bed.
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman, both of whom looked peaceful, as if they were asleep. Not surprisingly, the two people were Xie Yunhe and his wife Zhao.
At this moment, three silver needles suddenly pierced the curtain and shot toward Ling Feng rapidly.
Ling Feng looked indifferent, as if he had expected it. He drew his sword instantly, the silver sword light flashed, and with a clang, the silver needles fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man opened his eyes instantly and shot seven silver needles towards Ling Feng.
Ling Feng quickly spun around and moved to the right, avoiding the silver needle.
However, Jiang Yuelong's figure flashed, and the blood-evil Qi condensed in his palm, and he slapped Xie Yunhe.
Xie Yunhe was half-kneeling on the bed, with a few inches of white energy condensing in his palms, and he suddenly shot out with a palm.
When the two palms touched each other, there was a loud bang, and the red and white energy surged.
Jiang Yuelong quickly retreated, taking three steps back before he stabilized his figure, but his energy and blood were still boiling.
Xie Yunhe did not move, but spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Jiang Yuelong with an expression of disbelief.
In fact, both of them are extremely talented, and their skills are very different. However, behind Xie Yunhe is his wife, and there is no way to retreat. He held on, but his strength could not be released. Instead, it hit his internal organs and suffered internal injuries.
The strange thing is that his wife never woke up. It seemed that she had taken some kind of powerful sweating medicine and was unable to wake up.
At this time, Ling Feng said coldly: "Xie Yunhe, in order to pursue your junior sister, you killed your master Zhao Feihe and framed the blame on your senior brother Jiang Nanhe. This is a heinous crime. Today we, the black and white evil spirits, are here to take your life!"
(The direct disciples of Feihe Sect must change their names, and there must be a crane character in their names.)
Xie Yunhe said solemnly: "It's not that easy to kill me!"
Ling Feng flashed, thrust out his sword, and was in front of Xie Yunhe in an instant.
At this moment, three silver needles shot out of the window again.
Ling Feng's outward mental power had already been sensed. He turned his sword and swept away three silver needles.
At this time, Xie Yunhe took the opportunity to slap Ling Feng on the chest.
Seeing that Ling Feng was about to be palmed, Xie Yunhe's expression suddenly became dull for a moment.
This was because a sword intent emerged from Ling Feng's eyebrows and pierced into his mind.
Ling Feng took the opportunity to swing his sword, and the sharp sword edge quickly passed across Xie Yunhe's neck.
A line of blood appeared, blood spurted out, and Xie Yunhe's body fell down.
With a ding, the system prompt sounded: "Congratulations player, you killed Xie Yunhe, Flying Crane Palm, and gained 190 points of energy and 680 points of chivalry."
At this time, three silver needles shot out of the window again.
Jiang Yuelong clapped his palm, and a strong palm force surged out. The wind from the palm swept past and blew the silver needle down. She said coldly: "Always hiding behind and putting poisonous needles, I will kill him."
"Forget it, go clean up the battlefield."
Ling Feng sighed. If he guessed correctly, the man just now was Xie Yuhe, Xie Yunhe's son.
Jiang Yuelong fumbled around Xie Yunhe for a moment, and in addition to the banknotes, he also found a "Flying Crane Secret Book", which contained several secrets, including the Flying Crane Palm, the Feihe Divine Needle, the Feihe Body Technique, and the Feihe Heart Technique. , are all superior martial arts, and they are a complete set of unique skills. The inheritance of a sect is worth more than top-grade weapons. She looked slightly surprised and opened the secret book, only to see two lines of writing on the back of the cover. She read: "Xie Yunhe would like to present this secret book. I hope that the hero Ling will show mercy to the mother and son."
Obviously Xie Yunhe had known for a long time that Ling Feng would come to kill him, but there was something wrong with him being so accurate.
However, Ling Feng did not show it, and said with an indifferent expression: "You can take the secret book first."
Jiang Yuelong looked happy and put it away.
"Let's go!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he turned and left.
Jiang Yuelong followed and reached the door, only to find that the guard just now had disappeared.
The two of them went all the way to the main hall.
Ling Feng warned: "You leave from the backyard, and I'll leave from the front yard, be careful!"
"Don't worry, nothing will happen."
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he went to the backyard.
Ling Feng took a poison-proof pill and left towards the main entrance.
Just after leaving the door, a large net fell from above.
The four people pulled at the four corners, trying to trap Ling Feng.
At the same time, a strong man held a wooden barrel containing a barrel of fire oil (oil) and poured it towards Ling Feng.
With a flash of sword light, a hole was opened in the fishing net, and Ling Feng jumped up, splashing fire and oil on the ground.
At this moment, there were two more people on the roof holding wooden barrels and pouring two barrels of fire oil over.
At this time, Ling Feng had nowhere to draw strength from the void and it was already difficult to dodge. Obviously all this was planned in advance.
Ling Feng looked calm, and his left and right arms rotated rapidly, driving his body to move rapidly.
Although most of them were avoided, his right arm was hit by fierce fire and oil.
At this time, these people quickly retreated. Dozens of torches appeared around the villa, and there were twenty archers on the left and right walls, in front of the yard, and on the roof each with rockets, surrounding Ling Feng, shooting arrows at the same time.
If you get hit by a rocket with heavy fire oil on your arm, you're doomed.
Ling Feng looked calm and thought silently in his heart: Exchange it for a third-level diamond talisman.
After deducting 450 points of chivalry, a yellow talisman quietly appeared in his palm.
Seeing that countless rockets were about to hit Ling Feng, thousands of arrows pierced his heart. The yellow talisman in his palm suddenly turned into a ball of golden light, forming an aura that protected Ling Feng.
Those rockets hit the golden gas shield, making a clanging sound of gold and iron, and fell to the ground. The aura shield of this diamond talisman protected Ling Feng like a golden bell, but at the same time, it was unable to hold up under such an arrow attack and was teetering on the verge of collapse.
Ling Feng seized the opportunity and suddenly pulled off the sleeve on his right arm that was stained with kerosene.
At this moment, countless rockets came again.
With a thought in Ling Feng's mind, a yellow talisman appeared again in the palm of his left hand, and another 450 points of chivalry were deducted.
Immediately, all these rockets fell, and the golden air shield was overwhelmed and completely dissipated.
Ling Feng swung his long sword to kill the archer on the wall on the left. His movement speed was as fast as a phantom, and he reached the left wall in an instant. As long as he breaks out of the encirclement, with his speed, these people will never be able to catch up.
At this moment, a seven-foot silver spear penetrated the wall and stabbed into his chest, just shy of piercing into his body.
Ling Feng's figure suddenly bent backwards, and the spear pierced his cheek quickly.
Immediately, the seven-foot silver spear quickly retracted, but countless rockets flew towards it.
He calmed down, tapped his toes on the ground, jumped over, and flew to the outside of the wall.
Before Ling Feng's feet hit the ground, two long knives with black blades were stabbing at his left and right ribs rapidly. Both of them were Xuan Yin warriors with cold and powerful auras. There was also a silver spear that condensed an inch of silver light and stabbed rapidly from the chest. The one holding the spear was Silver Dragon Spear Zhao Shengyun.
In an instant, Ling Feng just jumped out of one killing situation and fell into another killing situation, every step of the way was dangerous.
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