Bai Ying was naturally Zhou Zhijie, so he looked back.
At this time, two more figures, blue and white, flew down from the roof opposite the mansion, but they were Ling Feng and Ye Xiuyun.
The three of them entered the mansion together and quietly walked towards the walls on both sides.
At this time, there were two saber guards in cyan uniforms patrolling on both sides of the courtyard wall, but they were knocked down silently by the three of them.
Immediately, the three of them walked through the front hall and came to the middle courtyard.
At this time, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded: "Hahaha!"
At the same time, a group of men in black poured out from both sides of the courtyard wall, the front hall, and the main hall, surrounding Ling Feng and the three of them.
The three of them instantly drew their swords and stood in a triangle, looking wary.
At this time, a bald old man in a big red robe walked out of the main hall, stared at Zhou Zhijie, and said with a smile: "It seems that the true disciple of Yuancang Peak has caught a big fish this time!"
Zhou Zhijie took a look at this person and suddenly felt a heavy pressure. This was a kind of telepathy, just like an ordinary person encountering a tiger. He suddenly looked solemn and said solemnly: "Leave this person to me, junior sister, junior brother, you deal with the others!"
"good!"
Ye Xiuyun responded and immediately swung his sword to kill the man in black on the left.
At the same time, Zhou Zhijie also flashed, and the long sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with bright silver light, and he quickly slashed at the red-robed old man!
Ling Feng vaguely felt that the old man in red robe was difficult to deal with, and wanted to take action personally, but remembering Yuan Cang's instructions, he could only swing his sword to kill the black-robed man next to him.
Although they are said to be minions, they are all masters above the samurai level. They are the backbone of elites in small gangs, and there is also an innate master among them.
A total of twenty people rushed over, but Ling Feng was unhurried. The long sword in his hand suddenly gathered an inch of white sword light, and he swung the sword across. In an instant, he drew a circle and cut off thirteen weapons with one sword.
Then seven people came again with swords, including the innate master.
Ling Feng flashed and slashed at the innate master with his sword. The sword was as fast as lightning. In an instant, blood spattered and a head flew out!
Seeing the six long swords approaching behind him, Ling Feng turned around suddenly, and a dazzling silver sword light flashed in the eyes of the six people.
Immediately, six people were killed with their swords broken, and a long and narrow blood mark appeared on their necks.
The expressions of the others suddenly changed, and they turned and retreated towards the wall on the right.
Ling Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the water vapor condensed in his palm, forming thirteen drops of water, and then shot out instantly!
Someone waved a knife to resist, but the water droplets instantly penetrated the blade and shot into the center of the person's eyebrows, killing him. Someone was lucky enough to jump out of the walled courtyard, thinking they were safe, but the water droplets flew towards them around the corner, killing them.
The twenty elite members of the Netherworld Palace were all dead in just a few moments!
Immediately, Ling Feng looked at Ye Xiuyun. At this time, she had just finished the battle. The sword in her hand was still dripping with blood. She also had the ability to refine the orifice, so victory was a matter of course. But there was no trace of the usual gentleness on her face, and her beautiful eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. He looked at the corpses that fell next to Ye Xiuyun. There were almost no intact corpses. They were all with severed limbs or dismembered bodies, with blood flowing all over the ground.
Ling Feng felt a chill in his heart. His senior sister seemed to have a deep feud with Netherworld Palace, and she had some signs of schizophrenia.
Ye Xiuyun seemed not to notice anything unusual about himself, frowning and saying: "What are you looking at? Go help Senior Brother Zhou!"
Ling Feng quickly looked at Zhou Zhijie. At this time, he was holding a sword and fighting with the old man in red robe on the roof of the main hall.
Not only does Zhou Zhijie possess extremely innate Qi cultivation, Yuan Cangfeng is also good at physical training. It can be said that he can cultivate both internally and externally. He is no match for ordinary masters!
The old man in red robe was using a red iron rod about nine feet long. The stick and sword clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and a large gap suddenly appeared in the long sword in Zhou Zhijie's hand. Although the old man was bald, he was as strong as an ox and extremely powerful, and his stick technique was extremely fierce and domineering. One stick followed another, like a mountain of tai, pressing down on Zhou Zhijie. Obviously, this old man is by no means a master of ordinary people, and is probably a half-step martial arts expert.
At this time, the red and white energy caused by the battle between the two people continued to spread, impacting the surrounding areas. The roof was in a mess, and many tiles were directly shaken into powder by the fierce energy. If others approach, they will easily be hurt by the surging energy between the two.
Just as Ling Feng was about to persuade him, Ye Xiuyun was already attacking the red-robed old man with his sword.
The old man in red robe seemed to have expected it. He forced Zhou Zhijie back with a stick, and suddenly turned sideways and slapped Ye Xiuyun with his palm.
The surging crimson-red hot energy was like the roaring waves of the angry sea, and it captured Ye Xiuyun who was about ten feet away!
With a pop, Ye Xiuyun spat out a mouthful of blood, and she quickly backed up. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a figure in white appeared in a flash and took her into his arms.
Ling Feng's soul thought penetrated her body, and he immediately noticed that her internal organs were emitting billowing heat, as if they were about to be scorched. The red hot breath was still absorbing blood and vitality, slowly invading her heart. .
"No, we must force this burning energy out, otherwise it will be difficult to recover even with pills!"
However, his Canglang Zhenqi cultivation was only in the middle stage of Xiantian. It was too difficult to force out this scorching Zhenqi. The only way was to use Zhou Zhijie, who was already at the highest level of Xiantian. Therefore, Ling Feng quickly took out a Holy Lotus Pill and gave it to her, and then said: "Brother, it's important to save people, I'll deal with him!"
After he finished speaking, he put away the disguised high-grade sharp sword in his hand. The brilliance of his Xumi bracelet flashed, and a crystal-clear long sword fell into his hand, and then he rushed towards the red-robed old man.
The red-robed old man smiled disdainfully. Ling Feng's mid-level innate Canglang Qi was not taken seriously by him at all. He clapped his left hand and once again shot out a surging crimson wave of Qi, attacking Ling Feng.
The power of Qi, blood and essence hidden in Ling Feng's body suddenly exploded, and a layer of golden light condensed all over his body. Although the surging red and hot Qi was extremely powerful, it was still unable to break through his body-protecting Qi. Ling Feng's figure was like a meteor breaking through the sky, and he quickly shot towards the red-robed old man who had defeated Zhou Zhijie with a stick.
The timing is just right, it’s when the red-robed old monster’s energy turns from strong to weak!
However, the old man in red robe did not panic at all. He stared at Ling Feng. Suddenly, the scene in front of Ling Feng changed and turned into a sky full of fire, a rolling heat wave hit, and death was right in front of him.
The illusion of the sea of fire derived from his true meaning of flame can trap even a master of human rankings for a moment. With this moment, he can deal with it calmly!
However, Ling Feng just thought, a huge wave swept over him, the illusion of flames was instantly extinguished, and the Cold Dragon Sword in Ling Feng's hand pierced his chest without any delay!
However, this illusion of the sea of fire finally bought him a moment of time. At this time, the few true energy that he had refined in his dantian circulated rapidly, and the aura of the red iron rod in his hand instantly changed from weak to strong, and increased sharply!
