Ling Yun was afraid that the mass of cloth would be spit out by Ziruo, so he tore off a strip of cloth, strangled her mouth, circled it around the back of her head, and said, "You can't bite your tongue and kill yourself now, right?"

Ziruo couldn't stop crying, thinking that her innocence was difficult to protect, she was extremely desperate, and said in her heart: "I hope that the second son will not come, if you come, you will only fall into an ambush, and I am no longer innocent, so I can only die." ”

Ling Yun picked up Ziruo, whose hands and feet were chained, and walked towards the backyard.

The roof of the lobby suddenly shook a few times, and two black shadows stepped through the green tiles of the roof and fell behind Ling Yun.

Ling Yun turned around in surprise, and the two uninvited guests opposite, dressed in black night clothes, black cloth masked, both of them were men, tall and thin, with a sharp sword in their hands, flashing with green light.

Ling Yun smiled: "Can't the two of you walk in through the gate, is it very handsome to step on the roof and then fall down?"

One said, "Don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!" the other nodded.

Two black shadows rushed up and were about to assassinate, and wherever the swords went, they were all dead holes.

Ling Yun smiled slightly, dodged and hid, his figure like a ghost.

The two of them cooperated closely, their swordsmanship was first-class, and hundreds of swords had been stabbed out in a snap of their fingers, and the sword moves were sharp, weaving into a tight sword net, but they were lightly and skillfully dodged by Ling Yun.

Not to mention stabbing Ling Yun's body, even his clothes have not been touched by the sword qi.

The speed of the two swordsmanship became faster and faster, the sword net became denser and denser, the sweat on their bodies became more and more, and their hearts became more and more frightened.

They began to suspect that in the more than ten years of sword practice, they had met countless masters, but they had never seen such a ghostly person, and when they moved, they couldn't even see the trajectory.

Is this a human being? One of their thoughts grew stronger and stronger, and they were so nervous that they sweated like beans on their foreheads.

"Z-" There was a long, shrill sound, like a cloth torn through it.

The black cloth on the faces of the two was torn off by Ling Yun one by one, and they were shocked.

Ling Yun flashed to the side, smiled, and said, "Ziruo, I really came to save you." He remembered that these two people were guarding the stairs of Wanxian Tower at the time, and before they could draw their swords, they were kicked away by their own two feet.

Zi Ruo was shocked: "Aren't these Zhao Weisong's two disciples? So, the second son really came to save me? Why didn't you see him, could it be that he went to Wanxian Tower and was under siege?" she couldn't help but worry.

The two of them were already covered with cold sweat, and now their faces were like ashes. They are masters in the world, and they know the strength of the person opposite, even if the master and the master come here and use the peerless double sword array, they may not be his opponents.

For the first time, when Wan Xian was upstairs, the two thought that he was an ordinary person, who did not use all his strength to resist the enemy, and was negligent, and was kicked away by his usual two feet, and they could still make an excuse that they were not vigilant.

Now, the two of them have not only exerted great strength, but today's sword formation has never been so fast, so dense, so flawless, so flawless! And the result is a complete defeat.

Anyone, at this moment, can only be discouraged and depressed, especially a master, who has been cultivating for decades, and in an instant, in the eyes of others, it seems that a child waving a bamboo branch indiscriminately, how powerless!

One of them whispered: "Don't be in love, don't forget our priority this time!"

The two of them rose and fell, and the attack was amazing, rushing towards Ziruo, who was locked all over his body and lying on the ground.

Ling Yun had the intention to tease these two people, but he didn't stop them, and said in his heart: "You just want to snatch Ziruo, I will let you snatch it first, take it to see Hong Gongzi, and then arrest him together, and let you be a pair of mandarin ducks in the water." ”

Ziruo was pleasantly surprised when she saw these two people coming to the rescue.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had gloomy faces, and they swung their swords, but instead of cutting off the chains, they stabbed Zi Zhizhi directly.

Ling Yun sensed that something was wrong, and the tip of the sword was only a finger away from his throat, and it pierced his throat in an instant.

Another sword stabbed into the heart, both of which were mortal moves.

Ling Yun hurriedly flew up, raised his feet, kicked two Qingmang swords, and slammed them into the wall.

The two were shocked, knowing that they were not opponents, ignoring Ling Yun, they grabbed Ziruo's neck with one hand, and they were bent on killing Ziruo.

Zi Ruo was taken aback, thinking that these two people were here to rescue him, but he didn't expect to suddenly swing his sword and stab, but Ling Yun kicked the sword away, and reached out to choke his neck, the pain was deep to the bones, and he couldn't breathe.

Ling Yun Fei took the sharp sword from the wall and swung it lightly, cutting off the man's arm.

The man screamed in pain, and blood burst out, and several drops of hot blood splashed on Ziruo's face, so frightened that she closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at this tragic situation.

She was puzzled in her heart, these two people followed and protected the second son all the way, and they were two proud disciples of Zhao Weisong, could it be that they had rebelled now, why did they come to assassinate me?

The other saw Ling Yun swinging his sword and breaking his arm, and wanted to fly away, but unexpectedly, a sharp sword flew through the air, piercing his chest from the back, and his eyes were full of surprise, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The man with the severed arm was lying on the ground, covering the bleeding wound from severe pain, his face gradually pale, and a look of sadness appeared on his painful face as he watched the other person die tragically.

Ling Yun raised his sword and asked, "Who are you and why did you assassinate her?"

The man grinned and said, "You are also worthy to ask Grandpa's name?" Reaching out and grabbing the tip of the sword, he got up suddenly, pressed his neck against the tip of the sword, and stabbed his throat with a sword, and the dead body fell to the ground.

Ling Yun turned around and glanced at Zi Ruo, his face was already pale, and he was extremely frightened.

Ling Yun opened the iron chain on Ziruo's body, untied the strip of cloth behind her head, took out the cloth ball stuffed in her mouth, and asked, "Do you know these two people?"

Zi Ruo has lived among female dependents since she was a child, and she has never seen this kind of bloody tragedy, so she couldn't help but be stunned for a long time, and then vomited non-stop, and most of the food she ate just now vomited out.

After that, Ziruo squatted on the ground, hugged her knees, and cried bitterly.

Ling Yun said in his heart: "These two people assassinated you, and you cried for them!"

Zi Ruo said sadly: "They are the people next to Gongzi, and if they assassinate me, they must blame me for delaying his big event, it turns out that I am all self-inflicted." There was desperation in his voice.

Ling Yun was puzzled and asked, "Your son-in-law doesn't love you the most, why does he suddenly want to kill you?"

Ziruo ignored it, her expression was sad, and her trembling hands fumbled, trying to pick up the blood-stained sword on the ground.

Ling Yun kicked the sword away and said, "If you want to kill yourself, I will stuff that stinky cloth in your mouth again." ”

Zi Ruo said in despair: "He is going to get married tonight, if you pity me, kill me." ”

Earlier in Wanxian Tower, she heard the news that Hong Jingxiao came to rescue her, and she was very happy, but she didn't expect that what was waiting for her was two killers, who were bent on putting themselves to death, full of joy and frustration, only through the cold.

Ziruo knew that Hong Jingxiao's subordinates, if there was no order from Hong Jingxiao, they would never come to assassinate him. Even if it was Zhao Weisong, he had never disobeyed Hong Jingxiao's orders.

On the way to escape, Hong Jingxiao also told himself about his lovesickness, promising not to marry him, but in the righteous hall, in the face of others arranging marriage for him, he didn't say a word, acquiesced to the marriage contract, and left all the vows of the mountains and seas behind, and he didn't look at himself the whole time. Now, he has sent people to assassinate himself, why is his heart so vicious?

Before falling off the cliff on the mountain, she was extremely sad, and at that time there was only cold despair in her heart, and her mood was like falling into a bottomless abyss.

At this moment, she was more sad, more sad, and more desperate, but there was a hint of resentment in her despair.

I'm just a lowly and lowly servant girl, and I don't deserve to be the son of your dignified prince's mansion, but why do you want to hunt me down? Are you afraid that I will report your whereabouts to the government in Shenlong Village? Completely ignoring your past love, it is too vicious.

There are so many examples of men and women in the world who hate because of love, love is deep, hatred is deep, love is deep, love is a sea and a mountain alliance, and when you hate, you also hate it to the bone, and you will not rest until you die.

Ziruo felt resentment in her heart, her tears had long since dried up, and she couldn't shed a drop, and her eyes were full of loss.

The illusion of love is shattered in the woman's heart, and then the other party is pushed to the other extreme, and the beloved who shines with love becomes worthless and abandoned.