After bidding farewell to Song Tong, Yang Ling drove home.
Now, both Kazuki Yamamoto and Shun Watanabe are dead, and Amaterasu Society is no longer in danger. All that is left is to combine the remaining strength of Tsukuyomi Society and Amaterasu Society to establish the Yinmen branch. These things are simple to say, but they can
However, it is not something that can be done overnight. Fortunately, Yang Ling does not need to deal with these matters. With Jiang Xin and Song Tong, he can feel at ease.
However, thinking of Song Tong's words, Yang Ling still felt that they made sense.
Although Jiang Xin is Bai Qingyu's man and is trustworthy, there are no rules, so someone must still supervise him, just in case.
After parking the car, Yang Ling had just opened the door and got out of the car, when suddenly there was a strong murderous intention behind him.
Yang Ling couldn't help but trembled, and suddenly turned around, only to see a young man standing behind him at some point. He was covered in a black robe, with a strange Sichuan opera mask on his face. Under the dim light,
Below, it looks even more ferocious and terrifying.
Yang Ling frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
The man showed an evil smile, and suddenly, the facial makeup on his face changed.
Yang Ling couldn't help but be startled. Is this a Sichuan opera face change? The other party's strange behavior made Yang Ling even more confused. Feeling the cold murderous intention coming from the other party, it was obvious that the person who came was evil.
"Did you kill Yamamoto Kazuki and Watanabe Shun?" the other party's voice was cold and yet revealed a hint of violence.
"Yes." Yang Ling responded without hesitation.
He also knew that he couldn't hide it at all.
"Did you do everything that happened to Zhaoshe that day?" The other party's voice became colder and colder.
"Not bad." Yang Ling frowned, secretly speculating on the other party's identity.
Could it be that he is also from Amaterasu Society? How could Amaterasu Society have such a master?
"Very good." A sneer escaped from the corner of the masked man's mouth, and he suddenly slapped Yang Ling with his palm.
Before the palm could reach him, within the palm's reach, there was a roar of wind, and a powerful force of energy came overwhelming.
Yang Ling suddenly felt that there were palm shadows in all directions, and he seemed to be included in a wall of energy, with no way out. Yang Ling couldn't help being shocked. The cultivation level of the person in front of him was much higher than Yamamoto Kazuki, and he was not at the same level at all.
. Yang Ling has never seen such a powerful person in his life. Apart from Mr. Ye, he is the strongest person he has ever met.
Yang Ling didn't dare to take it lightly, his energy surged all over his body, and he faced him with fists.
"boom!"
When their fists and palms met, Yang Ling suddenly felt a huge surge of true energy coming from a mountain. His body flew out like catkins, and the blood in his body rolled. Staggering to stand firm, Yang Ling stared at the opponent closely. It was obvious that he and the other party were
He is far behind and is no match for him. He must find a way to defeat him or escape.
"Huh?" The other party was stunned for a moment, as if he felt a little strange about Yang Ling's kung fu.
After being stunned for a moment, the opponent struck with another palm strike.
Compared to just now, the palm force seems to be more fierce and domineering.
Yang Ling didn't dare to fight head-on, so he dodged and swung his fist at the opponent.
Facing the opponent's continuous offensive, Yang Ling knew very well that it was impossible for him to escape. As soon as he turned around, there would be waves of attacks coming one after another. By then, he was afraid that he would only die. Now.
, the only feasible solution is to try our best.
Only then did Yang Ling understand that in front of a real master, if he was not strong enough, he would not even have a chance to escape.
Yang Ling was completely suppressed and was at a disadvantage. He faced the opponent's attack in a panic and was surrounded by dangers. If he hadn't been rich in combat experience, he might have been dead at this time. But despite this, he was still in a state of embarrassment at this time. I'm afraid it won't take long.
, you will be defeated.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Yang Ling asked.
Even if it means death, at least it can't be so unclear, right?
"Since you are a dead person, why do you need to know too much?" The man with the mask said coldly.
"You are a cowardless gangster who neither dares to show his true face nor give his name. I guess he is just a sneaky person, right?" Yang Ling said with a mocking smile.
"Hmph!" The masked man snorted coldly, ignoring Yang Ling's taunts, but the attacks on his hands became more and more fierce.
"boom!"
The masked man slapped Yang Ling hard on the chest.
Suddenly, Yang Ling felt as if his chest was hit by a huge boulder. The true energy in his body was disordered, and the blood energy was rolling. He staggered and fell to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
Although Yang Ling is talented and intelligent, he has only been practicing martial arts for a short time, and he only followed Mr. Ye for two months in Longfeng Village. Even though he works hard and has great talents, he still cannot soar to the sky. If Mr. Ye hadn't directly
Instilling the true energy into his body, it would be impossible for him to achieve such a level of cultivation within two months.
The corners of the masked man's mouth slightly raised into a cold smile, he leaned up and suddenly slapped Yang Ling on the forehead with his palm.
Yang Ling smiled miserably and thought to himself, I'm afraid I'm going to die on the spot today.
In an instant, scenes after scenes emerged in my mind. Bits and pieces of the past all came to my mind in an instant.
No matter, he died a few years ago anyway. Now, he has avenged his brothers and has no regrets.
At the critical moment, suddenly, a black shadow suddenly appeared and punched the masked man in the air.
Feeling the roar of wind coming from behind, the masked man quickly turned around and faced him with a palm. With a "bang" sound, the masked man flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily on the ground.
The black shadow did not stop at all, but followed closely. With the thumb and index finger of his right hand hooked, he grabbed the masked man's throat and twisted it hard. With a "Kacha" sound, the masked man's neck fracture was broken and he died on the spot.
Yang Ling was stunned. He didn't expect that the masked man with such great kung fu was not the enemy of his opponent. This shows how advanced the person's cultivation was.
"Are you okay?" The shadow walked up to Yang Ling and smiled. He had a nice smile and a peaceful aura, and it was obvious that he had no ill intentions towards Yang Ling.
As he spoke, the shadow stretched out his hand.
Yang Ling grabbed his hand, used the strength to stand up, and bowed to thank him, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life."
"Don't be pretentious with me. Why are you thanking me?" The visitor looked impatient, "Aren't you? You can't even defeat such a fool? Isn't it too embarrassing for my boss?"
"Your boss?" Yang Ling was stunned and asked in surprise.
"My surname is Li, and the only word in my name is Wei. Great Wei does not mean impotence." The visitor smiled. Then, he looked at Yang Ling up and down and asked: "How is it? How is the injury?
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"It's okay, just a small injury." Yang Ling responded.