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!"
Ling Feng, however, quickly sealed 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 with peaceful expressions, as if they were sleeping soundly. As expected, they were Xie Yunhe and his wife Zhao.
At this moment, three silver needles suddenly pierced the curtain and shot towards 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 body 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 struck 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 regained his composure, 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 were born with extraordinary abilities, and their skills were almost different. However, behind Xie Yunhe was his wife, who had 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's figure 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. With a turn of his sword, he 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 surged from the center of 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 through 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 spirit and 680 points of chivalry."
At this time, three silver needles shot out of the window again.
Jiang Yuelong clapped her palm, and a strong palm force came out. The wind from the palm swept past and blew the silver needle down. She said coldly: "Always hiding behind and releasing poisonous needles, I will kill him."
"Forget it, go clean up the battlefield."
Ling Feng sighed. If he guessed correctly, that person 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 Flying Crane Divine Needle, the Flying Crane Body Technique, and the Feihe Heart Technique.
, they are all superior martial arts, and they are a complete set of unique skills. The inheritance of a sect is more valuable than a top-grade weapon. She looked slightly surprised, opened the secret book, and saw two lines of writing on the back of the cover. She read: "Xie Yunhe Jin
By presenting this secret book, I hope that the great 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 walked 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.
As soon as I walked out of the door, a big net dropped from above my head.
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. It was obvious that all this had been 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, the few people who had just retreated quickly. Countless torches appeared around the villa, on the left and right walls, in front of the yard, and on the roof were twenty archers with rockets, surrounding Ling Feng, shooting arrows at the same time.
If you get hit by a rocket with a lot of fire oil on your arm, you're doomed.
Ling Feng looked calm and thought silently in his mind: exchange for a third-level Vajra Talisman.
After deducting 450 points of chivalry, a yellow talisman quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.
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 to protect Ling Feng.
Those rockets shot on the golden air shield, making a clanging sound of gold and iron, and fell to the ground. The air shield of the Vajra Talisman protected Ling Feng like a golden bell, but at the same time, he was congratulated by such arrows.
It is difficult to support and is on the verge of collapse.
Ling Feng seized the opportunity and suddenly pulled off the sleeve of 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, the golden aura dissipated.
Ling Feng swung his long sword, chopped down the rockets in front of him, and killed the archers on the left wall. His movement speed was as fast as a phantom, and he reached the left wall in an instant. As long as he broke through the tight encirclement, with his movement speed
, these people simply cannot 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.
Ling Feng calmed down, tapped his toes on the ground, jumped over, and flew to the outside of the wall. Before his feet landed, two long knives condensed with black blades came from the left and right sides, and a silver spear rushed from the chest.
Stab.
In an instant, Ling Feng had just jumped out of one killing situation and fell into another killing situation, every step of which was dangerous.