"If you delay the journey to this seat, you will all die." Ling Zhongzheng's strong voice came from the carriage, resounding throughout the woods, and all the people in black looked terrified, and some even spit out blood. Ling Zhong was getting down from the carriage. Perseverance was surrounded by the men in black. He smiled coldly, waved a few palms, and the strong palm wind hit the men in black. Before they had time, they were torn to shreds.
"You still learn from others to assassinate with such a little ability?" Ling Zhongzheng smiled coldly, the sarcasm in the painting could not be more clear.
"Ghost King Ling Zhongzheng!" It seemed to be the leader of these men in black. After Ling Zhongzheng took out his palm, he figured out his origin. He was shocked and said quickly, "Get out!"
"Since you're here, it's not that easy to leave." Leng Yetong stepped out of the carriage and gently shook the folding fan, just like a young master. Holding the silver wire in his hand, he waved his hand gently, and the silver thread attacked the man in black. The silver thread was everywhere, and the man in black tried to hide in vain, and was cut into several pieces by the silver thread.
"Ghost doctor Ye Hyun!" The leader of the man in black was even more surprised, looking at the silver thread dripping blood in her hand, his eyes were full of horror. A silver thread travels the world, the stunt of the ghost doctor Ye Hyun, slashing through thousands of threads.
"King Qi really can't stand it anymore. Gu has just left the capital, and he can't wait to get up." The prince's voice as thin as water came from the carriage. When he heard his voice, the man in black gritted his teeth, and he was dead no matter what. , it's better to work hard! Thinking about it, even without weapons, he still attacked the prince's carriage with his bare hands.
"Your opponent today is this seat." Ling Zhongzheng shouted loudly, and the man in black suddenly felt the world spinning, and his movements stopped. It was only a pause for this second, and several more men in black were caught by Ling Zhongzheng. The palm wind shreds. The smell of blood filled the air, looking at the bright red on the ground, Ling Zhongzheng became strangely excited, smiled arrogantly, and said with a big laugh, "Haha, I haven't killed anyone for many years, I really miss this feeling. Ah." After speaking, he moved his body, and the man in black only felt an afterimage in front of him, and then he lost consciousness.
"It's really bad, the master is sick again." Seeing Ling Zhongzheng's excited look, Leng Yetong raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed helplessly. Before Duan Ying could ask the reason, she flew to Ling Zhongzheng's side, tapped a few of his acupuncture points, and stuffed an elixir into his mouth. The scarlet in his eyes faded, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think you should go back and rest, or you will kill us all." Leng Yetong rolled his eyes at him and said angrily. Ling Zhongzheng didn't argue, he turned angrily back to the carriage, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his inner breath.
"There are only so few people left, but it's not enough for me to play." Looking at the few people in black left in front of her, she flattened her mouth and complained of her dissatisfaction in a low voice. Dancing, the man in black hurriedly avoided, this time she seemed to have the heart to play, the strength on the silver wire was not heavy, not tearing their bodies, just tore their clothes to shreds.
Her body was exposed to the air, and the man in black was at a loss for a while. She covered her eyes with a folding fan and said with a smile, "See no evil, see no evil.