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Blood, like flowers blooming, through Akagi and eagerness, like invisible steam, warmed the whole room.

At the same time, it also reflected the beautiful eyes of Tang Sanghua.

As if rendered, her beautiful eyes turned blood-red.

"Blood ......"

I don't know what kind of complicated mood it is, her heart seems to have lost some weight, although it is very light and light.

"That guy, just dead?"

No one can describe the speed of thought.

"Obviously, no matter how I killed him, he didn't die, so he died...... I thought it was ...... The days in Yongling will become interesting...... What......"

"Forget it...... It's good to be dead......"

Her pace was still steady forward, and the turning head of the mantis slowly turned back. For her, Yan Li was just a passerby after all, at most a passer-by who knew her secret.

"What?"

At this moment, Mu Dongfeng, the young secretary of Dali Temple, suddenly let out an incredible shout, "When are you ......?"

"Idiot!"

Yan Li's unique lazy voice came from behind, "What Dali Temple Shaoqing Mu Dongfeng, what is pulling out a knife, pretending in front of the master, you are still 10,000 years early." ”

Tang Sanghua was stunned, she actually forgot to escape, and when she looked back, she saw Yan Li put aside the corpse in his hand as a shield, and dodged another slash from Mu Dongfeng while leaning forward, and at the same time opened his mouth to mock.

"What a bastard who has been left behind for a thousand years!" she couldn't help but laugh and curse.

Yan Li winked at her and said, "I haven't kissed the beauty Fang Ze yet, so I can't give up dying." ”

Tang Sanghua's eyes were as beautiful as silk, and she said coquettishly: "Then it depends on whether you have this ability." ”

At this moment, a large number of prisoners poured in from outside, blocking the way of the two.

Tang Sanghua was delayed like this, and she also became a caged bird.

She simply stopped, countering Yan Li back to back, while vigilant about the actions of the torturer, while whispering: "Regardless of whether you can escape or not, don't reveal your identity, otherwise you will definitely die!"

Yan Li naturally knew the meaning of her words.

With Ji Paper Kite's zero tolerance for the underworld, he learned that the students that the academy focused on cultivating actually colluded with the underworld, and for this alone, even if he was killed on the spot, no one would blame Dali Temple.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard......" Mu Dongfeng's hand trembled, his face became extremely terrifying, and he stared at Yan Li, "You dare to ...... How dare you ......"

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a bloody wound in Yan's lower ribs, and he sneered again: "The kid is rampant, it's not that he can't escape my knife." ”

A fifth-grade martial artist against a third-grade martial artist, it is a fluke if he is not killed by one blow, and it is basically impossible to escape with his whole body.

Don't look at it as just a bloody mouth, the internal energy attached to the knife is raging in Yan Li's body, and at present, he can only barely suppress it, and it is not an easy task to get rid of it.

So Mu Dongfeng's mood changed suddenly. He laughed in a low voice: "Pest people, it is safer to hide in the stinking ditches of the slums, dare to come out and swagger, pollute the imperial city, and a thousand cuts will not be enough to atone for your felonies." ”

"Bugs?" Tang Sanghua stomped her feet angrily, "You're blind, you don't see that this girl is white and beautiful, and she is naturally beautiful......"

Mu Dongfeng didn't seem to be in the mood to pity the jade at all, "Hmph, what is it if you don't have a pest?"

The corners of Yan Li's mouth raised lightly, and said: "Dali Temple is pouring out, this posture is not as simple as killing insects and mice, it is better to say, you are afraid, afraid of exposing something...... Do you say yes, Lord Dong......"

The human wall was automatically lined up, and Dong Qing walked over with an expressionless face, his voice was cold, "Illegal assembly, slander of the imperial court officials, any one of them is enough to cause you to wait for the death penalty, don't hurry up and arrest it!"

"I see!" Yan Liran nodded, but stopped talking.

Tang Sanghua asked in a low voice, "Do you understand something? Why does Dali Temple appear here?"

Yan Li chuckled, didn't hide it, and said, "I'll tell you if I can escape." ”

"Still want to escape?" Mu Dongfeng sneered and waved his hand, "Give it to me, whether you live or die!"

The difference in strength between the two sides is too big, and in the face of this situation, Tang Sanghua frowned slightly. It's not easy to get out by yourself, let alone with a burden. And if Yan Li died on the spot, he was afraid that after being caught, he would confess his identity.

At this moment, she couldn't help but feel very annoyed by Fang Cai's little joy, this kind of burden really died early.

Although, she vaguely felt that the purpose of her coming to Yongling might be able to be accomplished through Yan Li.

Just as he was thinking about it, a sword-wielding torturer roared and pounced on him, his brazen posture, although not as good as that of a cultivator, was also very vigorous, and he had obviously undergone arduous training.

Tang Sanghua raised his hand casually, and the scimitar bypassed the slashing standard Miao knife like a spiritual snake, and a muffled sound sounded, and the torturer suddenly fell to the ground and died.

At the same time, two more prisoners rushed from behind.

Tang Sanghua's movements were coherent, and he flew up with the force of drawing his knife, and his lotus feet swirled in mid-air, slashing horizontally like knives and axes, and the two torturers suddenly flew out with a scream, and soon drowned in the crowd behind.

However, two were repulsed, and more prisoners rushed up from behind.

Yan was a little away from his toes, and a Miao knife scattered on the ground bounced up and held it, barely mobilizing a little vitality, and swept forward with a swing of the knife.

The gap between cultivators and ordinary people cannot be calculated, even if it is only at the end of the strong crossbow, I heard the sound of "ping", when the knife of the first torturer was actually cut alive, and the tip of the knife slashed through his neck before the latter could react, and he died of anger without humming.

However, they are all carefully cultivated prisoners of Dali Temple, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary public soldiers, at least in terms of bravery, they can be compared with the elite in the army.

Yan Li and the two are working together for the first time, lacking the necessary tacit understanding, and in the melee, they will inevitably fall into a situation of fighting separately.

With another swing of the knife, forcing back a torturer, Yan took two steps back, frowned, and pressed the wound on his left rib, his face became bloodless at some point.

"Just a few miscellaneous fish, but also to dispatch our Dali Temple, it's really overkill. ”

Mu Dongfeng sneered, "Now you don't have to do it with me, you won't live long." ”

Before he finished speaking, several torturers forced Yan Li again.

One of them had a fierce face, and he didn't look like a torturer, but like an outlaw.

His knife skills are also different from ordinary people, looking more fierce and deadly, while approaching Yan Li, he shouted violently and swung two knives in the blink of an eye.

Yan Li made a little observation and came to a conclusion. This person is undoubtedly a cultivator, judging from his breath, he should be a seventh-grade martial artist.

The pain of grinding flesh came from the wound repeatedly, and gradually extended to the heart like poison, giving him the illusion of being Lingchi. He exhaled softly, and the more times like this, the more ancient the lake of his heart became.

The three-rank martial artist is the three-rank martial artist, the condensation of the sword qi cannot be easily dispersed, and there is no spare time at all.

Thinking like a lightning flash, Yan Li slightly moved to the left side, avoiding the first knife, and then leaned back slightly, avoiding the second knife.

The blade slashed against the nose in the blink of a hair.

When the warrior saw this, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he was still waiting to change his moves.

Yan Li's expression was cold, his wrist turned, and the knife in his hand drew a mysterious arc, from bottom to top, hitting the opponent's spine with the back of the knife, and the sound of the "bell" of gold and stone clashing followed.

Receiving this heavy blow, the warrior almost couldn't hold the knife, he gritted his teeth, took out a short knife from his bosom with his left hand, and stabbed it fiercely without regard for his own safety.

This appearance really doesn't look like dealing with criminals, but it looks like there is a deep hatred.

Yan Li's speed was faster than him, and with the inertial force of the collision knife, he used the handle of the knife as a cone to quickly and fatally stab the opponent's throat.

Click!

There was a cracking sound of a throat bone, and the warrior let out a hoarse howl, and he widened his eye sockets to the widest, crawling with dense bloodshots, if each one represented a deep resentment, it was really endless and endless.

Yan Li approached him and whispered in his ear: "The Chai family is dead, it's really hard for you to be so loyal." ”

At the same time, his hand grasped the opponent's left hand, and the short knife turned in a direction and stabbed the opponent's chest.

At this moment, Yan Li heard a sharp sound of breaking the air in his ears, and he didn't think about it, and leaned back suddenly.

Laugh at!

The warrior's head was completely cut off by a knife, and the blade extended to the position of Yan Li's neck, if it wasn't for dodging in time, he would be the same as the warrior at this moment, and the corpse would be separated.

"Sure enough, it's a rat in the stinky ditch, and it has a keen sense of smell. Mu Dongfeng waved away the blood stains on the knife for a long time, and looked at Yan Li with cat-like eyes.

Yan Li squinted slightly, and was about to speak, when there was a strong howl of the wind on the left.

This time it was too late to dodge, Yan Li half turned his body, put the knife across his chest, and the next moment, a huge force from the knife body to the arm, body, the whole body suddenly numb, this is not over, because of this huge force can not grasp the ground, actually soared into the air, flew over Tang Sanghua, until a few zhang on her right hand began to fall.

As early as in the air, the lungs were hot, and a mouthful of blood could not be suppressed.

The prisoners on the other side saw Yan Li flying over, how could they be polite, and they all sneered and slashed with knives.

"Yan Li!"

When Tang Sanghua was able to kill, he suddenly saw this scene, and he was shocked, and he was about to rush to the rescue, when Dong Qing's cold voice came from his ears.

"If you have time to worry about others, it's better to take care of yourself first!"

Dong Qing is really good at picking the right time, and he blatantly raided at this time, just unwilling to let her rescue Yan Li, showing how strong their determination to kill Yan Li was.

Tang Sanghua naturally noticed the abnormality, and suddenly cheered in his heart, Yan Li couldn't escape, and their goal was not themselves, even if they escaped, they would probably not chase after them, why don't they take this opportunity to get out?

The heart moved, and at the same time, the vitality surged, the scimitar bounced, and the "bell" collided with the chopping knife.

However, Tang Sanghua will not be stupid enough to fight each other.

This knife is very particular, with the "power of the silkworm", the so-called silkworm, in fact is a kind of silkworm, there are many kinds of silkworms in the world, with 100,000 mountains as the most, among them there is a kind of silkworm, because of its soft body and name.

The power of the silkworm is the power of softness.

The scimitar lost its hardness as soon as it hit, sliding through the blade of the chopping knife like satin, and Tang Sanghua also took the opportunity to spin upwards and "bang" through the roof.

However, just as she was about to escape, she subconsciously glanced back.

It was this glance that made her stay on the spot like a lightning strike.

PS: It's really timecode squeezed out. I want to take 3000 words of full attendance this month, but it's just an idea, and I can only do my best.