Lu Meng's sudden change of attitude baffled the monk who was about to attack Ling Qingzhu from behind.
However, he did not receive the signal to stop, so he was eager to achieve success and decided to continue to act according to the plan. When he came within ten meters behind Ling Qingzhu and felt that he was sure, he immediately took action.
When a Soul Vein cultivator takes action against a warrior at the fifth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, it is usually a sure thing. He can do whatever he wants, no matter how flat or round he is.
However, what he met was Ling Qingzhu. Little did he know that he thought he was approaching quietly, but in fact he had been discovered from the beginning.
Ling Qingzhu took out the sword with his left hand, and with a thought in his mind, a "clang" sound of the sword being unsheathed rang in everyone's ears, along with a scream from one person.
The long sword automatically unsheathed and flew into the air. After adjusting its direction, it flew straight forward with the sound of breaking through the air.
There were obviously many monks blocking the way, but the long sword seemed to have eyes as it avoided the other monks and passed through the gaps between them.
"Ah, be careful..."
Before one of the monks could finish speaking, Ling Qingzhu raised his left sword and slashed to the right.
"Pfft."
The sword moved with his finger and instantly cut off the monk's legs at the knees as he prepared for a sneak attack.
"Plop."
Without the support of his calves, the monk instantly fell to the ground.
"Ahhhhh!"
Perhaps he hadn't realized why he fell suddenly. When he saw the blood on the ground and the feet and calves that had been separated from his body, the monk felt the heartbreaking pain in his legs and hugged the broken leg.
Scream.
There are many ways to wield a sword, but Ling Qingzhu only uses the most common teleportation tools.
In fact, Ling Qingzhu had used this technique to manipulate objects in the air before, but that time he controlled the writing brush and paper in Zuixian Tower to write the sword manual.
Ling Qingzhu noticed someone slowly approaching from behind at the beginning, but Gongsun Lan, who was standing with her, did not notice it.
Hearing a sudden and sudden scream from behind him, Gongsun Lan was startled and subconsciously wanted to see what happened.
However, Ling Qingzhu stretched out a hand to block Gongsun Lan's eyes, and warned in a gentle voice: "Don't look back, I just cut off both of his legs. You'd better be mentally prepared before seeing it."
Ling Qingzhu did not feel any hostility in Gongsun Lan, so she judged that she had not killed anyone yet.
After being killed, the resentful spirit will directly dissipate and turn into resentment, but the human body will leave behind corpses and blood. Seeing the blood and residual limbs of the same kind for the first time will produce fear and disgust in the heart, causing retching.
Ling Qingzhu didn't want Gongsun Lan to be retching next to her, which would ruin her mood.
At this time, other monks also saw the teammate behind him who was screaming in surprise. At this time, he was still holding the scabbard in his hand, but the long sword in the scabbard was missing.
Although Ling Qingzhu can kill people without blinking an eye, she actually doesn't like taking other people's lives.
However, the monk who had broken his legs was already a disabled person, and there was no difference between killing him or not.
If no one is willing to carry him as such a burden in this hell-like city, he is basically doomed to death.
Ling Qingzhu moved his sword finger slightly, controlled the long sword to turn around and adjust its direction, and then flew back again carrying the sound of breaking through the air.
Seeing Ling Qingzhu's methods, the monks behind him who were blocking Feijian hurriedly moved out of the way, but the owner of Feijian was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.
"Keng."
After the sound of the long sword being sheathed, Ling Qingzhu slowly blocked his hand.
"Let's go, take me to call your captain." Ling Qingzhu's expression remained the same, and there was no trace of the fact that she had just cut off a man's legs.
"Yes, Lord Ye, please keep your soul card!" Lu Meng was now frightened, holding the soul card he just got in his hands and returning it to Ling Qingzhu.
After seeing Ling Qingzhulu's move, Lu Meng felt as if he was mourning for his heir. He no longer had any luck, and even had other thoughts in his heart.
"Since you took my soul card, let me keep it with you first, and now take me to see your captain." Ling Qingzhu refused to take back the resentful soul card.
If you want to enter the inner circle, you can only take this entrance. Sooner or later, you will meet the captain of the inner circle team, so it is better to leave the soul card and strike first.
In the end, Gongsun Lan still didn't see the severed limbs and blood on the ground. He just followed Lu Meng for a certain distance and then glanced back from a distance at the monk who had his legs cut off and screamed in despair.
While walking on the road, I didn't know what Lu Meng had in mind, but he took the initiative to flatter Ling Qingzhu and talked a lot about the inner circle of Wuwang City.
It turns out that it is not only Lu Meng's 16th detachment that is waiting in the inner circle of Wuwang City, there is also a 47th detachment that is fighting with each other.
Ling Qingzhu just listened, without making any response, and arrived at a magnificent mansion.
Although the mansion looks very old and decayed, the word "Jia" on the plaque can still be vaguely seen.
"stop."
Ling Qingzhu was about to step in when a scolding sound suddenly came from the door, and then an elegant man in a gray robe walked out.
"Grow up."
When Lu Meng saw the visitor, he immediately stepped forward and bowed in salute.
Zao Wou-Ki, a thieving thief, looks like an elegant scholar. Who knows if this elegant man only looks elegant, but is actually a pervert.
Ling Qingzhu didn't pay attention to the elegant man who appeared. She turned to look at Lu Meng and asked, "Is he your captain?"
"This is Lord Changtian Zongda. He was ranked thirty-sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking before entering Wuwang City. He is our captain's fellow disciple." Lu Meng said cautiously.
Lu Meng was really in a dilemma now. He didn't dare to offend Chang Tianzong, and he didn't dare not to reply to Ling Qingzhu's inquiry. Both of them could easily kill him.
Ling Qingzhu said to Chang Tianzong unceremoniously: "We were about to enter the inner circle of Wuwang City, but we were intercepted and surrounded by people from your 16th Squadron, and they asked us to hand over the Resentful Soul Card, so I want to find someone from your 16th Squadron.
Captain, please give me an explanation. If you are not the one, then get out of the way quickly."
Chang Tianzong glanced around, and immediately saw a team member who was carried back with his legs broken at knee level. He also looked at the team members who were a little arrogant in the past and now looked at Ling Qingzhu in awe, and thought to himself: "There is such a thing.
Her stunning appearance can keep these guys at a distance, and she definitely has considerable strength. Her superficial cultivation of the fifth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm should be just a disguise to show off to others."
"However, I know all the thirty-five monks above thirty-sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, except Ling Xue, who is the new leader. And at this time, Tingtian Pavilion's killing order has not worked. Even if this woman
He is a Qianlong monk, and he is definitely outside the thirty-sixth place."