Your chrysanthemum bat ancestor has been online, looking forward to the chat between the old chrysanthemum head and Ying Xiangmian, his arrival, and which old things will be revealed.

Xiangmian and Ji Nian rescued a lot of maids and servants under the ruins, and at this moment they also went to the study of the city lord's mansion.

Along the way, they saw countless corpses of the guards who had died miserably, and they did not see the city lord and his family from beginning to end.

In the blink of an eye, in the study, Xiangmian looked around for the mechanism to open the secret door in the basement.

"Hehe! You also said that you came here for bats, what are you doing when you came to someone's study to find the mechanism of someone's dark room door? Isn't it to steal someone's family heirloom treasure?" Ji Nian rebuked excitedly.

"Didn't you hear the miserable howl of a woman from above when you were crawling in the tunnel?" Ying Xiangmian said with a roll of her eyes.

"This is the private matter of the city lord of Nancheng, we can't interfere, and what if it's a bad woman who does a lot of evil?" Ji Nian replied again without thinking.

"Hehe, how can you know without seeing with your own eyes, and it is so easy to say that they are bad women, what if the city lord is an old pervert?" imprisoned an innocent girl," Ying Xiangmian replied again.

At this moment, her hand broke off a bronze-headed ornament, and the secret door appeared before their eyes.

"Let's go, let's see who's right this time!" Ying Xiangmian waved his hand, and then Ji Nian also followed with a sigh.

They took the fire in their hands and lit the oil lamps in the darkroom, and were amazed to see two women who were all blue and black, and whose clothes were disheveled.

No, they hadn't made a sound for a long time, and they were still bowing their heads and hanging their heads, and now they were afraid that they were only two female corpses.

Xiangmian boldly walked over, only to see that the two corpses were trapped by more than 40 iron chains, locked to the pipa bones, and trapped on the edge of the wall.

They are unkempt, their whole bodies are foul-smelling, and their faces are long with green fangs, and their ears are like the ears of bats, which are not normal people at all.

Ying Xiangmian opened the eyes of one of the corpses and found that it was a red pupil, which was exactly the same as the mutated appearance of the people of the Xiaohong Mercenary Group that day.

So in the secret room again, she repeated the mutation of the members of the Xiaohong mercenaries and was helplessly killed by her under self-preservation.

Ji Nian's face was full of surprise, but the facts were in front of him again, even if he didn't want to admit it, he could only believe it with a wry smile.

Ji Nian said to Xiangmian: "The one on the left who died should be the wife of the city lord Fang Yu, and the one on the right is their pearl in the palm of their hand, and the daughter dialect." ”

"I was fortunate enough to see her in Nancheng, how beautiful she was at that time, her favorite food is chrysanthemum bat egg soup, so the city lord sent people to hunt in the unknown mountains every day, looking for the unique chrysanthemum bat for her to eat, we Xiaohong is specialized in her family's business. ”

"Don't sigh there, there are already masters doing it outside, no, it's a fight, let's go see the excitement!" Ying Xiangmian said as she changed the topic.

Sure enough, as soon as they walked out of the secret room to the study, they heard the sound of fierce fighting outside "ping pong".

There were also two elderly voices arguing, one of which should be the voice of the city lord Fang Yu.

He asked excitedly, "Who is Your Excellency, who actually burned down my City Lord's Mansion today and killed all my guards and servants." ”

"Who am I! The people who are looking for you today to collect debts, your family and your mercenary group, who have killed thousands of my children and grandchildren, how innocent they are, and they have been cooked by you in various ways, do you Nancheng remember the promise you made to me hundreds of years ago?" the old man in black scolded angrily.

"Where the hell did you come from, the people of our family have never spread anything about you, you want to destroy our family, just come! Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!" Fang Yu said excitedly, and he raised his sword and killed it.

"There are shameless people like you in this world, today I will not only destroy your family, but also kill all the people in Nancheng!" The old man in black scolded, and the sword was also unsheathed and sharpened.

First of all, Ying Xiangmian's heart shook violently, and when she was in the underground secret room, she could feel a pressure, a powerful murderous aura forced from afar.

She looked up at the old man in black clothes, his wide sleeves, surging between the drawing of his sword and the flying.

The sword qi like a fierce horse soaring all over the sky, the eaves and bluestone ground blew up and flew up, and the sword pierced into the sky, starting a terrifying neighing like a fierce horse.

City Lord Fang Yu had already lost in momentum from the beginning of his sword, and now Ying Xiangmian was looking at how many sword moves he could resist the old man in black clothes.

Ji Nian was also full of excitement, watching this duel between masters.

I saw that the city lord Fang Yu was also holding a sword of not low grade in his hand, and when this sword vibrate, it could make a crisp sound of spring water.

His sword aura was like the sound of waves from the collision of rivers, seas, mountains and stones between the mountains and the mountains.

"Boom!" The two swords collided together, and the two superb sword weapons emitted a dull tiger roaring dragon groan.

Fang Yu flipped over a heel bucket, the silk ribbon in front of him floated slightly, and the sword light in his hand began to flow from white to yellow.

The old man in black got up and chased after him, galloped down in the air, and shouted: "The city is full of tears, and the blessings have not arrived!" Then the sword slashed.

Fang Yu looked at the old man in black clothes who came like a ghost, raised his sword to block the sword, and said to himself: "There are 8,000 people in Nancheng, I am the first in the jade face!"

For such a peerless master, a trace of indescribable panic flashed in his words, but the sword in his hand let out a long roar and walked away, and the sword intent in his hand was full of mountain momentum.

The two swords collided again, emitting a crisp yellow oriole chirp.

After the sword, Fang Yu was motionless, a five-inch-long sword wound appeared on his chest, and the blood wanted to flow out vividly, but his hurried Xuan Xuan power began to stop the bleeding.

And the old man in black clothes only had tears on his sleeves, and he said indifferently: "Who do you think you are? Back then, Shenwei Ding appeared in the Xuanling Continent, and the other worldly martial artists who came with it, only three of them could beat me." ”

The silk ribbon in front of Fang Yu was still blown by the wind, the confident brilliance in his eyes dimmed, the spring breeze caressed slightly, and he turned around unwillingly.

The sword in his hand turned into a turtle in the water, like a reef on a river, or like a whale shark roaring, indestructible, churning away.

"If I kill you today, it can be regarded as comforting the millions of descendants who have died, and ruining the selfishness of your Nancheng people," the old man in black said with strong feelings in his eyes, and this battle is to let the descendants of bats who don't know the mountains live in peace forever.

The sword in his hand was killed with a hundred kinds of waiting and a thousand thoughts, if he should not have loved each other, should not have created offspring, and should not have a chrysanthemum-headed bat in the world.

"I don't know the mountain, I don't know the heart, the people of Nancheng are like snakes, the hearts of the people are desired, they are bitter, the children and grandchildren are crying, the hearts of the chrysanthemum bats are like graves, and there is hatred in the heart. ”

The black-clothed old man had only made three sword moves with Fang Yu, at first it was like the galloping sound of thousands of troops, and finally returned to the quiet silence around him.

Fang Yu stumbled back more than ten steps, holding on to the broken sword, blood from the corners of his mouth continued to overflow, and finally closed his eyes quietly.

The black-clothed old man looked at the corpse on the ground, snorted coldly, and finally spread his black, two-meter-long bat wings and flew away.

"Ji Nian, Fang Yu's sword will be given to you, I will stop the Great God of Jutou from destroying the people of Nancheng!" Ying Xiangmian dropped this sentence, and the figure disappeared.

The age of light merit and low merit was still in shock, and there was no reaction.