Chapter 1119 The whereabouts of the fisherman with ghost hands
"Why bother!" Ling Hao replied, then swept out his palm, relieving the woman's pain.
Then, he looked at the other person and said calmly, "Tell me about it! It's best not to be handsome, otherwise you will definitely end up worse than dead!"
"I, I did go to inquire about the ghost-hand fisherman..." the woman slowly spoke with difficulty.
"The man I killed was the owner of the bar... He was the only one who knew the whereabouts of the Ghost Hand Fisherman..."
"You should have asked about the whereabouts of the fisherman with ghost hands, right? Why do you want to kill him?" Ling Hao continued.
"Do you not want him to tell others about the whereabouts of the Ghost Hand Fisherman and then kill him to silence him?"
"Yes..." The woman nodded.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for the fisherman with ghost hands?" Ling Hao asked again.
"I...I am a member of the Holy Blood Sect...I am the sect's main ghost killer and fisherman. I am just following orders..." the woman responded.
"Holy Blood Sect?" Ling Hao was slightly stunned. This was the first time he heard this name. It was most likely a sect from the City of Angels.
After a slight pause, he continued, "Where is the fisherman with ghost hands?"
"He...he went..." the woman spoke again.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
At this moment, more than a dozen extremely sharp blades attacked Ling Hao from different angles, with overwhelming force.
"Seeking death!" Ling Hao's eyes twisted, and his mental power transformed into a dozen swords and slashed out in all directions.
The broadsword carried a devastating energy that shattered the blades of the opponent's group. The force remained intact, and then it flashed past into the darkness.
Boom!
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of bodies falling from the dark place, and more than a dozen people on the other side lay down.
laugh!
And almost at the same time that Ling Hao took action, an extremely sharp sword flashed toward the woman on the ground.
It can be seen from the momentum of the opponent's sword that the person coming is at least in the late Saint stage.
Strength.
Ling Hao wanted to rescue her, but it was too late. The sword went straight through the woman's throat.
Gulu! Gulu!
The woman opened her mouth and a large amount of blood poured out. Then she kicked her legs and immediately lost her breath.
The man in the dark didn't stop at all after he succeeded with the knife, he turned around and ran away.
Ling Hao originally wanted to chase after him again, but he was worried about the safety of Lu Yue and everyone, so he thought about it briefly and then headed back towards Yukong.
His worries are clearly unfounded!
Not long after he chased the woman out, a group of masked men came to the door of the bar, killing everyone on sight without any hesitation.
Many customers who came to the bar to have fun were chopped into two pieces by the sword before they realized what was going on.
"Suzaku, you three protect Xuan Pang!" Murong Xu said in a deep voice and then raised his hand to attack the opponent.
"Seeking death!" The people on the other side did not take Murong Xu seriously at first. The leader said in a deep voice and then slashed at Murong Xu.
"Get out of here!" Murong Xu said coldly, and then the wind from his palm roared out.
Bang!
The man on the other side was a seventh-grade holy man, so he was naturally no match for Murong Xu. He was thrown four to five hundred meters away by the wind of his palm and fell to the ground.
"You...who are you..." The man struggled to say a few words, then his whole body twitched a few times and became silent.
"Damn it, come together and kill him!" Another person on the other side said angrily, and then led the others to attack Murong Xu at the same time.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities!" Murong Xu's eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to greet him.
The opponent's highest level of cultivation is only the sixth level. Under Murong Xu's attack,
Within two minutes they were all lying down.
call!
And just when Murong Xu thought the battle was over, a violent wind swept in like a hurricane.
"Xu Lao, be careful!" Bai Hu shouted loudly.
"Huh?!" Murong Xu's pupils shrank for a moment, and he immediately used his ten powers to meet him.
Bang!
A loud noise was heard, and Murong Xu quickly retreated a hundred meters away, then opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
"Who is it?" Murong Xu stabilized his figure, stared at the darkness on the left, and spoke in a deep voice.
He could sense that the person coming was half a level higher than him, with the strength of a ninth-level saint.
"Death to these meddling people!" came an old man's voice.
When the voice fell, another palm wind containing monstrous power was blasted towards Murong Xu.
"Shameless talk!"
At this moment, Lu Yue's voice came from the door of the bar.
Immediately afterwards, he was seen holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand and directly activated the Overlord Sword Technique, and the thunderous sword curtain fell towards the opponent's offensive.
boom!
The two attacks collided, and the powerful air waves shook like a hot weapon explosion. Two or three surrounding buildings, including the bar, collapsed suddenly.
The people in the three buildings were injured to varying degrees. Fortunately, these people were all martial arts practitioners. Although they were injured, no one lost their lives.
Kick!
After one move, Lu Yue and the other old man retreated twenty or thirty steps at the same time.
The opponent didn't expect Lu Yue to come out halfway, so the move just now didn't activate his own trump card, and he was tied with Lu Yue.
Bang!
And just when the opponent had just stabilized his figure, Murong
Xu's offensive has arrived with a bang, hitting the opponent directly.
Because of his hasty defense, the old man was blown away two to three hundred meters by Murong Xu's palm, and his aura became very disordered.
"Damn it! You actually hurt me, you both need to die!"
After the angry old man calmed down a little, he mobilized his ten powers to attack Lu Yue and Murong Xu.
But, he has no chance!
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Ling Hao's voice sounded behind him.
At the same time as the words sounded, a blood-red sword light struck like lightning.
After sensing the breath of death, the old man deliberately wanted to dodge, but it was obvious that he was unable to do so due to his strength.
After the light of the sword passed, a head was immediately seen rising into the sky, blood spurting out like a pillar.
Until the moment of his death, he didn't even understand who killed him.
"Mr. Xu, are you okay?" Ling Hao then looked at Murong Xu and asked.
"Thank you young master for your concern, I'm fine!" Murong Xu shook his head in response.
"Brother, he is dying!" At this time, Xuan Pang pointed at the man on the ground and shouted.
"Let me take a look!" Ling Hao quickly came to Xuan Pang, then stretched out his hand to press on the man's heart, and at the same time poured in a powerful force of true energy.
"You...who are you..." the man spoke with difficulty, blood pouring out of his mouth.
He was severely injured by the woman before and had a narrow escape from death. If it hadn't been for Xuan Pang's attack, he would have run out of energy long ago.
"The people from the Holy Blood Sect want to kill the Ghost Hand Fisherman, where is he now?" Ling Hao asked in a deep voice.
"He...he has angel...eyes." After the man finished speaking, his pupils expanded rapidly, and then he kicked his legs and lost his breath.
"Mr. Xu, do you know where the angel eyes are?" Ling Hao retracted his palm and looked at Murong Xu and asked.