Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Great Scuffle

Although the blood demon puppet didn't know the pain, the joint was hit hard, and he couldn't help but let go of Mu Qing in his hand, and the latter jumped away like a frightened fat pig.

The blood demon puppet was stiff and far less flexible than Xiao Er, but with its strong strength and no pain, it did not fall into disadvantage when fighting Xiao Er.

Several times, Xiao Er showed a relatively strong martial arts and blasted it out, but its body had just fallen to the ground, and it immediately bounced up again, which gave Xiao Er a headache.

"Xiao He, come here!" Xiao Er shouted while dealing with the blood demon puppet, "Our father and son will join forces, and we will definitely be able to beat this blood demon puppet into a waste demon puppet!"

Although Xiao He had the intention to let Ling Yu and the others go, his father's personal orders, he couldn't openly disobey, so he had to walk over hard.

"Hmph, do you have a helper?"

This scene, Ling Yu saw it in his eyes, but he didn't feel resentment towards Xiao He, because if it was him, he also felt that he would not disobey his father's orders, but he was not to be outdone, and snorted coldly at the moment, and said.

After he said this, he turned his head and glanced at Xiao Qi, who didn't wait for him to give another command, so he immediately fluttered his big wings and headed towards Xiao He to intercept him.

"This damn brute, I should have killed it just now!"

Xiao Er looked at Xiao Qi who rose into the air again, a layer of killing intent slowly floated in his eyes, and then he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"You say kill and kill, do you really think of yourself as a green onion?"

However, the solemn expression on Ling Yu's face relaxed, and he said with a smile.

"Boy, don't be too happy," Mu Na stepped forward and shouted coquettishly, "There are three thousand black-armored soldiers here, and the palace is close at hand, and the forbidden army can be transferred at any time......"

Ling Yu's figure moved suddenly, Mu Na immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence, and her graceful figure subconsciously shrank back, but then found that Ling Yu stopped in place and didn't move at all, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

"Didn't you say that the palace was close at hand? didn't you say that the forbidden army could be transferred at any time?" Ling Yu scratched the back of his head and said lazily, "Since you have so much to rely on, why are you so afraid? I'm just scratching the itch." ”

"I ...... You!" Muna said angrily, but couldn't say any more.

Mu Qingyi pulled her behind him, then raised his right hand while looking at Ling Yu, and shouted: "I heard that these black-clothed people are Ling Feng's personal soldiers, aren't you talking about righteousness? I want you today, watching them fall in a pool of blood one by one!"

Ling Yu stared at him tightly, and said unhurriedly, "Do you remember what you just said? One for another! If they sacrifice one, your family will have to die!"

Ling Wenxuan looked at the young man's resolute face, with a look of pain in her eyes, in her cognition, Ling Yu was a kind child, but now this is also in his mouth to say such words, it can be imagined that in the past year, he has been in exile outside and has encountered many dangerous situations.

Mu Qing was stared at by Ling Yu a little hairy, but at this time, it was not only Ling Yu who was looking at him, but also people from the royal family and black-armored soldiers, in the eyes of these people, he was not allowed to retreat in the slightest.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth, wave his arm hard, and said loudly: "The black armor army obeys the order, this group of black-clothed people intend to rob the prisoner, and I will be killed!"

"Yes!"

The black-armored soldiers responded in unison, the shouts shook the sky, and Xingyun was contained, and then surrounded Ling Wenxuan and the others in an extremely orderly manner.

Just looking at this operation, he knew that this army was well-trained, but it was just a pity for Ling Yu to let them obey Mu Qing's orders.

Those black-clothed men are veterans who have been honed on the battlefield for a long time, even if the enemy is outnumbered, they are not afraid at all, and they raise the knives in their hands one by one, ready to fight a bloody way.

"Auntie, you take them out and rush out!"

As Ling Yu spoke, he changed his handprints, only to see the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly tumbling up, and then he pushed towards those black-armored soldiers, and the surging spiritual power slapped over like a small mountain.

The encirclement was opened, and Ling Wenxuan led everyone to rush out, "Xiao Yu, what should you do?"

Ling Yu just wanted to speak, when he suddenly felt a heat wave behind him, and when he came back, it was Mu Qing's ghost spirit purple fire.

This ghost spirit purple fire was very weird, it could directly scorch people's souls, even if Ling Yu borrowed the power of the sword spirit, he didn't dare to despise it in the slightest.

I saw that as soon as he grasped the palm of his hand, the fighting qi in his body gushed out like a tide of rage, and finally formed a blue barrier in front of him, resisting all the ghost purple flames.

The defensive wall and the ghost spirit purple fire were both condensed by fighting energy, and as soon as the two came into contact, there was a burst of sneering sounds, eroding each other and consuming each other, but neither of them could gain the upper hand.

At this moment, there was a sudden shout of killing outside the city, and then a dignified young man rushed in with nearly a hundred red turban soldiers.

"Min'er, what do you want to do, do you want to rebel?" Xiao Er caught a glimpse of Xiao Min, and immediately shouted.

When Xiao Min heard this loud shout, he immediately looked up at the sky, and saw a familiar figure, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

After a while, he came back to his senses, bowed down and called the imperial grandfather, then straightened up, and said, "The child doesn't dare, it's just that the child grew up with Xiao Yu since he was a child, so naturally he can't watch him suffer." ”

He paused for a moment, and then said, "Moreover, the child is 100% sure that the Demon Suppression King is wronged, and I don't want you to regret it in the future!"

Xiao Er's face kept changing, and finally turned into an iron blue, and he knocked the blood demon puppet back a few steps with one punch, but instead of continuing to pursue, he turned around and slapped Xiao Min with a volley.

Xiao Min didn't dodge or dodge, gritted his teeth and slapped him, and then couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, calmed down the churning blood in his body, and said: "The child is not filial, this palm should be regarded as a child to repay your kindness." ”

After he said this, he immediately rushed into the battle array with the Red Turban Army.

In this way, the pressure of Ling Wenxuan and the others suddenly lightened a lot, and she was worried about Ling Yu's safety in her heart, so she didn't love fighting, flew up a sword, and stabbed towards Mu Qing's vest.

Mu Na was shocked by her move, her pupils couldn't help but shrink, although she had the intention to intercept Ling Wenxuan, but she was entangled by Xiaojun and others, and she couldn't get out of it in a short time.

Mu Qingzheng was concentrating on dealing with Ling Yu, when he suddenly felt a fierce sword attack from behind him, and he was so shocked that cold sweat oozed out, and he immediately fought to end up injured, and grabbed the long sword that was aimed at Ling Wenxuan with his left hand.

"It's now!"

A fierce look flashed on Ling Yu's face, and he whispered, then slammed down the defensive wall, letting the ghost spirit purple fire hit him, and at the same time, his right hand also slammed on Mu Qing's chest.

With this force, Mu Qingpiao retreated, however, looking at his figure, it didn't look like he had been hit hard at all.

"Hahaha, boy, thank you for solving the dilemma for me!" Mu Qing stabilized his body and laughed, "The golden silk armor is not your patent!"

"Grass!"

Looking at the golden armor that was exposed by pulling open his shirt, Ling Yu scolded unwillingly.