"What a loud tone. Zhao Yunshan, if you have broken through the fourth level of the Locust Art, you are still qualified to say this, now? You are not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing!"
The woman's sharp voice sounded, giving people a fierce feeling. ←,
"Whether it's a big lie or not, it doesn't matter now!" Zhao Yunshan pulled out the mace from his back, and the red light on it became thicker and thicker. "Since you want to destroy my Zhao family, we must be prepared for our desperate counterattack!"
Snap.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, Zhao Yunshan's expression changed slightly, and he turned sideways suddenly.
Behind him, a pale Confucian scholar was seen walking out of the darkness.
The Confucian scholar was dressed in gray and white long clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, with deep-set eyes, like a drunken swinger, but he had an elegant and scholarly air, giving people a feeling of both righteousness and evil.
Seeing this man, Zhao Yunshan's expression changed drastically.
"Song Zheng! Didn't you go to the outer lands and never come back!?"
"Outland? Brother Zhao didn't come to die, so how could I be willing to go to the outer realm?" The Confucian scholar smiled evilly, indescribably sinister.
Zhao Yunshan stared at the opponent intently, and within a short time, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Daddy!"
At this time, in the dark night, two boys and girls rushed forward with crescent-shaped weapons. When they saw Zhao Yunshan being surrounded from both sides, they immediately showed anxious expressions. After a few leaps, they landed next to Zhao Yunshan.
"Yue'er, Long'er! Why are you back?!" Zhao Yunshan looked desperate when he saw the two of them.
The Red Mansion of Xingjie Hall wanted to destroy his Zhao family, so he fought desperately to delay time and give his two children a chance to survive, but he didn't expect that they would come back stupidly.
"We must die together! If dad dies, we will not live either! This revenge! There will always be a big brother to avenge us!"
The young man said sharply.
"If daddy dies, Yue'er will never live alone!"
The girl didn't speak much, but her tone was even more firm.
Zhao Yunshan's eyes filled with tears, and the hand holding the mace shook a little.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a touching scene." Song Zheng, the evil Confucian scholar, chuckled.
"If the hall master likes it, how about we capture these two little guys and send them to the hall master's bedroom to enjoy them every day?" On the side of the mountain temple, the white-faced man from Xingjie Hall said with a smile.
"That's what I meant." The woman also sneered.
Zhao Yunshan suddenly showed a look of despair and clenched his mace. His whole body was boiling with spiritual energy, ready to fight to the death at any time.
Suddenly, in the dark night, there was another sound of footsteps in the woods.
Another person walked gently out of the woods. He was a middle-aged man with a dull face. He looked very ordinary. He was no different from the people in the world passing by.
The only strange thing is that there are three swords hanging on his waist, one silver, one black, and one covered in red.
"Xingjie Hall?" The man approached and asked proactively before anyone could speak.
"Across the way, it's Qiling scholar Song Zheng. I'm here to announce a mission. Is it convenient to take it now?"
The evil scholar narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Issuing a mission? Do you want to invite me? Can you afford the price?" He was also a little curious, but the other party was actually tense when he saw this. He approached without fear.
"I understand the pricing rules. A third-level master of Qi training will naturally cost a lot of money." The other party laughed. "But my task is relatively simple. I just want to ask for some news."
"News?" Scholar Qiling's tone softened, "In that case, can you wait until I finish dealing with the minor matters here before we discuss it?"
Star Tribulation Hall not only accepts murder missions, but also accepts some easier missions, such as intelligence, finding lost items, etc. It is normal for this person to appear. If you are just willing to spend a lot of money to inquire about information, then it is not an ordinary business.
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After saying this, he once again turned his attention to Zhao Yunshan and his son, preparing to take action.
"no."
Unexpectedly, the other party's voice of flat refusal came over.
Song Zheng was startled. He didn't seem to expect that the other party would be so impatient. He frowned and looked at the other party. He was about to speak.
The middle-aged man laughed. His smile was very peaceful, but for some reason, it gave off a strong smell of blood.
"If you make me wait too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but kill you." His tone was very calm, as if he was just stating a very common fact.
"Am I being kind by allowing you to take on another mission before you die?"
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was an inexplicable gloominess about him.
The scene suddenly became silent.
The cold wind kept blowing in front of several people, but no one dared to speak.
Zhao Yunshan and the other three thought they had heard wrongly, and they all stared at the middle-aged man who suddenly walked out with wide eyes.
Song Zheng, the Qiling scholar, was even more stunned, as if he was a little unresponsive at this moment.
The expressions of the two people in the mountain temple changed slightly, and they felt something was wrong, and slowly moved towards the back.
"Your Excellency, what do you mean when you say this?" After coming back to his senses, Song Zheng's voice turned cold. "Do you know what you mean by what you said?"
The other party smiled slightly.
"It seems you don't want to answer my question." The middle-aged man slowly drew out the sword blade and held it upright by his ear.
Suddenly.
Buzz!
The sound of swords echoed slowly in the night sky. Everyone was shocked by the sound of swords. For a moment, they found that the man was missing.
Song Zheng felt a flash of light beside him, and the man appeared behind him in an instant. The speed was so fast that it was simply shocking.
He turned around hurriedly, and struck back hard with the folding fan in his hand. A black fox came to life on the fan, and suddenly started to swim. It turned into a piece of black light and flew out, and pounced on the man.
laugh!
The bright silver sword blade pierced the black ink black fox straight like autumn water, hitting the fan.
An irresistible force passed into Song Zheng's hands, almost causing him to fold the fan and let go.
His face was horrified, his spiritual energy was stirring all over his body, and his body retreated wildly. The black fox appeared on the fan again, and with a burst of black light, he rushed towards the opponent.
His black fox is made of blood ink, and he has refined it with seven or forty-nine kinds of poisons. He has been practicing for twenty years. If he touches it, he will die. He is extremely domineering! This is his biggest support since he became famous.
Moreover, compared to before, this time he acted with all his strength, and his power was greatly increased.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the black fox appeared, the man laughed, and a fierce white dazzling light suddenly lit up. The sword light was pushed in the dark night, turning into a white light and slashing open the black fox, straight down from his forehead.
A white scroll suddenly appeared in front of Song Zheng, blocking the sword light.
At the same time, green energy flashed across his face, and he made a sword finger with his right index finger, then lit up a black light and pointed it toward the opponent's chest.
The black fox that was chopped open recovered again and pounced from behind the man.
Click.
At this moment, countless cracks appeared on the white scroll.
He twitched his eyes and looked behind the other party, and he didn't know when a ball of dazzling white light exploded again.
boom!!
The sword light turned cold.
At the last moment, he felt a chill on his neck. When he lowered his head, he saw himself flying higher and higher, and below him was his headless body with no head.
"Xingjie Hall" Lin Xin sheathed his sword and disappeared from where he was with a slight sound.
In the mountain temple, the man and woman broke out of the door and fled into the distance as fast as they could.
The gray shadow flashed, and Lin Xin's sword pierced the man's vest, and together with the black light shield, the sword light was twisted, and the whole body exploded into pieces.
The Ascending Cloud Art was launched at full speed, white light exploded under the feet, and the body accelerated in the alley-oop. The body was almost like a phantom, appearing behind the woman.
With the help of the momentum of the explosion, the sword flashed, and the woman's still running body was broken into two pieces, and she fell to the ground, making no sound again.
The three backbones of the Star Tribulation Hall were separated from life and death in less than twenty breaths, and were completely destroyed.
Only then did Lin Xin clearly feel that his strength had unknowingly risen to this level.
The daily struggle between life and death in You Mansion gave him a huge amount of training. Coupled with the huge increase given to him by attribute points, combined together, he has become the level he is now.
Even Song Zheng, who was at the third level of Qi training, was resolved in a very short time.
Originally, his power far exceeded that of ordinary monks. Among monks, his 14 points of lethality were only five points, even if he had natural divine power. His physical strength had reached an extremely abnormal level.
"I originally thought we could fight more, but I didn't expect that compared to the masters in You Mansion, they are too weak." He shook his head slightly, returned to Song Zheng's body, picked up his folding fan and waist bag, without looking at his expression.
The white-haired Zhao Yunshan and the three of them were about to leave.
"My benefactor, please stay!" Zhao Yunshan took the initiative and spoke loudly. "Can you please leave me your name? Zhao Yunshan, although he is not as powerful as Xingjie Hall, he also has some family background in Meihua Sect. When we meet in the future, we will definitely be rewarded.
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Lin Xin paused.
"There's no need for a name. Please keep everything tonight secret."
He was not in the mood to talk to these three people, and was feeling the wisps of foreign spiritual energy pouring into his body.
This spiritual energy is naturally much less than that of the old man who killed Tianyi Sword, but it can be considered a relatively big harvest in recent days.
He took a look at his own cultivation progress.
There is still no progress in the Guiyuan Jue. It is obvious that the magic weapon Red Flower Sword was damaged, causing the spiritual energy to leak out.
Walking away in the dark night, there is another Red Mansion stronghold nearby. After it is unplugged, there will be no Qi-level suppressors in the entire radius of thousands of miles.
The suppressors of Red Mansion and Xingjie Hall are Xinhenu and the three people killed tonight.
During the Qi refining period, they generally do not stay in the Yang Membrane. Most of them are sent to the outside world as the main combat force to deal with and resist various dangers.
Lin Xin was caught by this lack of strength and time. It would take at least several days to rush back from the outside world for support, which was enough time for him to do whatever he wanted.
In addition, he came out this time to verify what would happen if he entered You Mansion from the outside.
The Earth Fire Golden Plum has been obtained, and will be escorted back by Liu Zong. It will take some time to process the materials. This period of time is just the reward for the Hong Mansion hiring Xing Jie Tang to assassinate him.
His self-created swordsmanship also needs to be honed in fighting, so it can be used to achieve multiple goals with one stone.
The only pity is that unless the Red Flower Sword is repaired, his cultivation level cannot be improved. This makes him secretly vigilant in the future and cannot use the Red Flower Sword in actual combat at will. (To be continued.)