Murong Yuyan, with a pale face and multiple wounds on her body, was confronting a middle-aged man.
"Ye Feiyan, you'd better stop struggling in vain. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I can still be of great use if you keep you."
The middle-aged man sneered.
"Luo Wuji."
Murong Yuyan gritted her teeth, "You are despicable and shameless. If you hadn't poisoned my drink in the name of inviting me, would I have been hurt by you?"
"For my generation of warriors, means are not important. What is important is that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit..." Luo Wuji did not feel ashamed at all.
However, before he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside.
Immediately afterwards, a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect came in embarrassedly: "Elder, there is an enemy attack."
"Who dares to come to my Blood Evil Sect's territory and run wild?"
Luo Wuji was furious.
Just as he was speaking, the bodies of two more Blood Evil Sect disciples flew over and landed heavily in front of Luo Wuji.
Behind the two Blood Evil Sect disciples, a young man in black appeared at the door of the hall.
"Ling Yun?"
Seeing the young man in black, before Luo Wuji could say anything, Murong Yuyan said in surprise.
She really didn't expect that Ling Yun would suddenly appear when she was almost desperate.
Hearing Murong Yuyan's words, Luo Wuji was slightly startled, feeling that this name seemed very familiar.
Ling Yun glanced at Murong Yuyan, and his eyes suddenly became darker.
With his eyesight, he could easily tell whether Murong Yuyan was poisoned, or the kind of poison that would affect her mind.
When the poison becomes severe, Murong Yuyan will become unconscious.
No matter what Luo Wuji does by then, I'm afraid Murong Yuyan won't be able to resist.
This Luo Wuji's thoughts are very clear.
Ling Yun actually didn't think it was a normal vendetta between warriors, but Luo Wuji's behavior undoubtedly trampled on the bottom line of human life and was despicable.
"The ninth elder of the Blood Fiend Sect, Luo Wuji."
Ling Yun immediately looked at Luo Wuji coldly.
This Luo Wuji, with qi and blood flowing like a river in his body, is clearly a third-level Martial King.
"You impudent thing, who gave you the courage to call my master by his name?"
Before Luo Wuji could say anything, a cold light shot out from the eyes of a sixth-level martial artist beside him.
The next moment, he moved.
Boom! With one movement, it was like wind and thunder exploding.
In almost the blink of an eye, this sixth-level martial artist had crossed nearly ten meters and arrived in front of Ling Yun.
It has to be said that this sixth-level martial artist is extraordinary just from the momentum and speed.
He also seemed to intend to show off in front of Luo Wuji, using his most powerful killing move.
"Zhenshan Fist!"
The sixth-level martial artist had a ferocious smile on his face and punched Ling Yun hard like a mountain.
The air stirred, and the shadows of eight ancient stars appeared above his fist.
"A sixth-level martial artist with such strength is not bad, but it's a pity that he followed the wrong master."
Ling Yun remained motionless, commenting at any time.
While speaking, he lightly pressed his right hand forward.
The sixth-level martial artist felt a huge flood of power coming.
Click! In an instant, the strength of his fist shattered, and then the bones of his palm broke.
Bang! There was no time to respond, and there was a more terrifying force that struck madly, directly knocking the sixth-level martial artist away.
Boom! This sixth-level martial artist blasted a big hole in the wall behind him.
Looking at his body again, his arms were broken, his chest was sunken, and he was lying on the ground twitching continuously.
Look at it like this, even though it's not dead, it's been destroyed.
"Asshole."
Luo Wuji was furious, "Who are you to act so viciously? Are you trying to make an enemy of me, Luo Wuji, and my Blood Evil Sect?"
Ling Yun said calmly: "I thought that your Blood Evil Sect and I had been mortal enemies for a long time."
Hearing this, Luo Wuji's eyes narrowed.
The next moment, his expression suddenly changed: "Ling Yun?
Are you that bastard from the White Deer Sect?"
"Looks like you're not that stupid yet."
Ling Yun said.
"It turns out it's you, good, very good."
Luo Wuji laughed instead, "If you were hiding in Bailu City with Zhang Xuan protecting you, I really couldn't do anything to you, but you dare to run out and even take the initiative to come to the door. This is God sent you to die.
?"
"That's not a small statement. I beat Fang Xingye to death, but I still didn't let you, the Blood Fiend Sect Leader, teach you a lesson?"
Ling Yun looked sarcastic.
"Haha, you, a young brat like you, still beat Fang Xingye to death?"
Luo Wuji laughed, "You think I don't know that Zhang Xuan was the one who beat Fang Xingye to death, and you still want to fool me here?
Kneel down!"
After laughing, his smile suddenly faded, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Buzz! Then, without any warning, he was like a tiger coming out of the gate and fiercely pounced on Ling Yun.
Ling Yun's expression did not change.
Luo Wuji's method was too childish for him.
He didn't even move, just waiting for Luo Wuji.
To him now, being a second-level Martial King is really nothing.
"Too tender."
Luo Wuji shook his head when he saw this.
In his opinion, Ling Yun was caught off guard by his surprise attack and had not yet reacted.
"die."
He also performed the "mountain-suppressing fist".
This boxing technique was originally passed on to the sixth-level martial artist by him.
However, the power exerted by the same boxing technique in Luo Wuji's hands is completely different from that in the hands of that sixth-level martial artist.
What appeared on Luo Wuji's fist were the shadows of fifteen ancient stars.
Three meters, two meters, one meter... Luo Wuji's fist approached Ling Yun at an alarming speed.
When this distance was still two feet away, Ling Yun suddenly raised his head.
Before Luo Wuji could react, he felt Ling Yun's fist meeting his fist.
"What?"
This incredible scene made Luo Wuji's heart skip a beat and he had a bad feeling.
He took action before Ling Yun.
As a result, Ling Yun's fist actually collided with him and made him react. This was obviously wrong.
Before he had time to think about it, an unimaginable and terrifying force surged out from Ling Yun's fist like a volcano erupting.
A total of twenty ancient stars floated above Ling Yun.
Bang bang bang... There is no doubt that the gap is too big. Luo Wuji seemed to be hit by an ancient ferocious beast, and his body flew backwards with a bang.
After continuously knocking down five stone pillars in the hall, Luo Wuji fell more than twenty meters.
"Pfft."
He opened his mouth and vomited blood, and his face turned pale.
"You...you...Fang Xingye, was it really you who killed him?"
Then, Luo Wuji raised his head and stared at Ling Yun in disbelief.
Ling Yun didn't answer and walked towards Luo Wuji silently.
At this time, if you talk nonsense, just beat Luo Wuji to death.
However, just when he was still three meters away from Luo Wuji, his heart suddenly jumped.
Without thinking, Ling Yun retreated instantly.
Phew! Almost at the same time, a blue sword came through the air, and a stone pillar in front of where Ling Yun was standing was directly penetrated.
Then there was the terrifying sword energy, which penetrated from the blue sword and shot into the ground like tofu, leaving a hole six to seven meters deep in the ground.
Then, the blue sword spun in the air and flew out of the hall.
Huh! Ling Yun turned his head suddenly and stared at the top floor of an attic across the hall.
On the top floor of the attic, stood a man in black.