At the entrance of the courtyard, just as Ling Feng left.
A dark-faced, thirty-year-old, honest-looking guard in Tsing Yi walked to the door, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Hong, Brother Li, the gang leader has an important matter to discuss with Elder Lin."
Hong Wei looked puzzled and said, "Old Zhao, didn't someone notify Elder Lin just now?"
Lao Zhao's expression changed and he immediately shouted: "No, that person must be a spy. The gang leader just ordered me to come, how could anyone know earlier!"
Another guard Li said: "What should we do? How about we notify Elder Lin?"
At this time, Jiang Yuelong and Mingyu, who were practicing swordplay in the courtyard, heard the sound and came over.
Jiang Yuelong protected Mingyu behind him and said coldly: "Who are you?"
The two guards, Hong and Li, quickly explained the matter.
Jiang Yuelong suddenly drew his sword, pointed at Lao Zhao, and sneered: "You said that man is a spy, but I think you are the spy!"
Hong Weiwei quickly explained: "Old Zhao is an old brother in the gang. He has been following the gang leader since he conquered the world with a single sword. He is definitely not a spy!"
Lao Zhao said calmly: "If Miss Jiang doesn't believe it, we can confront the gang leader!"
At this time, Mingyu looked worried and said, "Why don't we let them inform my husband, Yuelong, it's enough for you to take care of me."
Jiang Yuelong explained: "Lin Feng said that if he doesn't come back, anyone who dares to come in will be killed without mercy!"
Mingyu stopped talking immediately. She believed in Ling Feng's decision.
Immediately, she turned to Lao Zhao and sneered: "Get out now, I can spare your life, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
Lao Zhao suddenly sighed and said, "Why do you have to force me to kill someone?"
Hong Huwei and Li Huwei suddenly felt something was wrong and were about to draw their swords, but suddenly they each spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Two bloody palm prints can be seen from their chests, which are so deep that even the palm prints are clearly visible. On the edges of the bloody palm prints, faint traces of burning can be seen on the clothes.
Jiang Yuelong's expression changed drastically. Although the two guards were not as good as her in martial arts, they were also true Qi warriors. However, they did not even have time to react and died in the hands of this man. This palm technique melts clothes and forms bloody handprints on people's chests. It is the rare masculine palm technique of Netherworld Palace called 'Blood Flame Palm'. With such strong martial arts skills, he must be an innate master. Although his cultivation level is only one step away from innateness, his combat power is a world of difference. She suddenly felt anxious.
Old Zhao smiled faintly and said: "Miss Yuelong, your father Jiang Protector and I have met once, and I don't want to kill you. If you just retreat, I can pretend that I have never met you. Otherwise, even if I kill you, your father There’s nothing to say!”
"If you want to take Sister Mingyu away, you have to step over my body!"
Jiang Yuelong said with a firm expression, but a Heavenly Thunder Talisman quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.
A dagger quietly appeared in Mingyu's palm.
Old Zhao's expression turned cold, his figure flashed, his fingers bent, and he gathered blood-colored energy, grabbing Jiang Yuelong's face.
This is another unique skill, the Blood Demon Claw. If it is caught successfully, the beautiful face will immediately turn into a ferocious grimace.
The bloody divine claw hit Jiang Yuelong, but no screams were heard. Instead, it shattered like a phantom.
Old Zhao's expression was indifferent. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure in red swinging his sword towards him. When he was about to swing his sword, his expression suddenly changed again, because his outgoing mental thoughts sensed that a figure in red was standing behind him. He swung his sword and stabbed him in the back of the heart. Although this blood shadow swordsmanship is only the realm of one sword and two shadows, it is still somewhat beyond his expectation. Because he was in the innate realm, he practiced the blood shadow body technique to the point where two afterimages were derived.
"A genius? I like to torture and kill geniuses the most!"
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Lao Zhao's mouth.
The moment Jiang Yuelong's blood-drinking sword pierced Old Zhao's body, his expression suddenly changed, because the sword edge did not feel like it penetrated the flesh at all.
At this time, Lao Zhao's figure appeared behind Jiang Yuelong and slapped him with a palm.
With a bang, Jiang Yuelong fell to the ground hard and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Lao Zhao slowly walked to Jiang Yuelong's side, his fingers bent, condensing blood evil energy.
At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Yuelong's mouth, because with the activation of zhenqi, the thunder talisman in the palm of his left hand turned into a cyan thunder ball with arc light and shot out.
Lao Zhao had no time to dodge, and hurriedly Yun Qi began to protect his body, and a layer of blood-colored Gang Qi formed on his body.
There was a bang, and the body-protecting aura was instantly shattered. Old Zhao flew out, his whole body scorched black, his hair standing straight, exuding the aroma of barbecue, and the slightest flash of cyan electric light. With a gloomy expression, he stared at Jiang Yuelong and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop. He was too careless, thinking that Jiang Yuelong had no strength to resist, and the boat capsized in the gutter. One can imagine the depression in his heart.
At this time, Mingyu rushed over, hugged Jiang Yuelong, quickly took out a second-level black bear pill she had left, fed it into her mouth, and said: "Sister Yuelong, how are you?"
Jiang Yuelong turned his head and smiled at her, then closed his eyes and fainted in her arms. At this moment, Mingyu discovered a bloody palm print on her back. The power of the Blood Flame Palm can be understood by looking at the fate of the two guards, Hong and Li.
At this moment, Old Zhao took out a jade bottle from his cuff, poured out three pills and took them. His whole body was filled with blood and brilliance, and his injuries were repairing quickly.
Mingyu also noticed that the situation was not good. She put down Jiang Yuelong, glanced at the small courtyard, and sighed: "The good days are always so short!"
Since I can't help him, at least I can't drag him down. She suddenly stabbed her heart with the dagger.
Husband, see you in the next life! This was Mingyu's last thought.
At this moment, a bloody figure flashed and lightly hit her wrist, and the dagger flew out of her hand.
Lao Zhao stared at Mingyu and said with a smile: "You can't die. If you are going to die, how will we deal with Lin Feng?"
At this time, although he was still very embarrassed, his injuries had been relieved a lot. What he had just taken was a blood elixir refined from the essence and blood of living beings. The grade was as high as the third level. He took three pills at one time and was recovering from his injuries quickly.
Mingyu's expression changed drastically, and he was about to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
Lao Zhao used his fingers to seal several of her acupoints, grabbed her shoulders with one hand, and was about to leave.
At this time, a white figure came at lightning speed, dragging a long afterimage, as if it was speeding towards him.
Lao Zhao was about to threaten Mingyu's life when he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head and lost consciousness for a moment. When he recovered, he found that the hostage in his hand had appeared in the arms of a young man in white.
"Lin Feng!"
He looked shocked and said, suddenly knowing that something was wrong, he immediately activated the Blood Burning Technique. The blood in his body was like a ignited torch, frantically releasing his own essence and transforming it into a steady stream of true energy. He didn't hesitate at all, and fled quickly, as if teleporting. His figure flashed three feet and arrived at the door. If you look carefully, you will find that there are five slightly illusory afterimages behind him.
With six shadows in one body (including himself), this light skill is already outstanding in the innate realm. But he turned around and ran away without hesitation, which shows that Lin Feng has a great reputation in Netherworld Palace!
Mingyu was about to say that he should not pursue the poor criminals, but found that the figure in front of him had disappeared. It was as if what she had just held was just an illusion.
A moment later, in the corridor outside the yard, Lao Zhao had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly a figure like a ghost came from behind and stabbed him with a sword, and a blade of sword stabbed out of his throat.
"Congratulations player, you killed the inner disciple of Netherworld Palace and gained 800 energy points and 2560 chivalry points."
Ling Feng's expression was stern, he slowly sheathed his sword, turned around and returned to the courtyard.
At this time, Mingyu quickly said: "Husband, please save sister Yuelong!"
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