"The strong man spares his life, the strong man spares his life...... Wu Yingxiong shouted.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but since you didn't follow the trading rules first, then don't blame me for being a good learner."

As he spoke, Ling Muyun reached out and snatched the musket and the antidote bottle from Wu Yingxiong's hand, inserted the musket into his waist, put the antidote into his arms, and then shook his hand and threw Wu Yingxiong to the side, drawing a graceful arc in the air and falling heavily to the ground.

Wu Yingxiong screamed in pain, almost not being knocked unconscious, but when he saw that Ling Muyun was leaving, he hurriedly struggled to get up from the ground and shouted: "Strong man, strong man, you can't go, you dare to offend a strong man, you are making a mistake, please leave the antidote, I am grateful." ”

Ling Muyun smiled coldly, and didn't pay much attention to it, since Wu Yingxiong dared to play with him, then he had the consciousness of bearing the consequences. The reason why he didn't kill him was to let him taste the fear of slowly waiting for death and the taste of turning blood and rotting bones, which was much more relieving than killing him directly. It's just that I don't know if Wu Sangui will feel distressed because of this.

To be honest, judging from Wu Yingxiong's performance, he is far worse than his father Wu Sangui, and he is simply insulting the reputation of their old Wu family. Although the old Wu family did not have a good reputation in the first place, and his father was a famous traitor in the world, there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, although Wu Sangui's character is inferior, his ability is quite good, otherwise he would not be able to mix with the head of today's three feudatories, Prince Pingxi.

But this Wu Yingxiong is really a little unbearable. His character is not better than his father, and his ability is not far worse than his father, he can be described as a tiger father and a dog, and he killed Wu Yingxiong, which can be regarded as helping Wu Sangui clean up the house, and it stands to reason that Wu Sangui should also thank him. Of course, this is just his own thoughts. Whether Wu Sangui thinks so or not, he doesn't care.

Wu Yingxiong looked at Ling Muyun, who ignored him and still looked forward to the door, and his heart couldn't help but be full of remorse. The reason why he wanted to leave Ling Muyun before. On the one hand, he doubted the authenticity of the antidote, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to let Ling Muyun take away the forty-two chapters like this.

Although he didn't know where there was something strange about these forty-two chapters, he must have hidden some great secrets, otherwise the other party would not have gone to such great lengths to obtain this scripture. If you just ask the other party to take it away. But he was unwilling, so he wanted to forcibly keep people. Wu Yingxiong's abacus played very well, and he only needed to leave Ling Muyun behind. When the time comes, he will naturally be able to pry out the secrets of the forty-two chapters from the other party's mouth.

Who would have thought that although his abacus was loud, the development of things did not follow the script he envisioned, not only did no one stay, but even the antidote was snatched back. Judging from Ling Muyun's actions, the antidote that was exchanged was obviously genuine, otherwise Ling Muyun would not have bothered to take it back from his hands. Because of his momentary suspicion and greed, he lost the antidote in his hand. A typical chicken and egg beating, he only felt that his intestines were going to regret it.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a "clang" sound, the door was kicked open, and two guards with steel knives broke in from outside the door: "The prince is panicking, we are coming." ”

But it was the guards in the courtyard who heard the gunshots and fights in the room. Knowing that something had happened in the room, he rushed in to protect the master.

"Quick, stop him, can't let him go!" Wu Yingxiong was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted and shouted. "It's all for nothing!" Ling Muyun snorted coldly, his sword was handed over to his left hand, and a powerful Kanglong remorse directly blasted out fiercely.

Because the two guards had not yet fully entered the house, they had just stepped into the door with half of their bodies, and there was no way to dodge, so they had to grit their teeth and take it hard. It's just that if the eighteen palms of the dragon descend are so easy to take, how can they win the reputation of being the first fierce in the world? The palms intersected, and there was a loud "bang", and the two guards suddenly snorted, vomited blood and fell out of the door. Wu Yingxiong, who had just sprung up with a hint of joy, suddenly collapsed again, he thought that the savior had arrived, who would have thought that he would be cleaned up by others just after he came up, this is inevitably too unsatisfactory, the huge gap between hope and disappointment made him have an urge to vomit blood.

After clearing the obstacles, Ling Muyun stepped out of the door. As a result, as soon as he went out, he saw a few people rushing towards him, and several sword lights and sword shadows suddenly attacked him like a tide: "Bold thieves dare to come here to commit murder, stay!" "Even if you dare to ask Young Master Ben to stay?" Ling Muyun was not afraid, he sneered, the long sword in his hand shook, and suddenly a colorful sword light appeared in front of him, pouring out like a flying waterfall.

The sound of "clanging" metal crashing is dense like rain, and a little spark bursts out, which is particularly conspicuous in the dark night, like fireworks blooming in a festival. The swords that came at him were blocked by all of his long swords. The figure soared forward, the purpose of his coming this time was the forty-two chapters of the scriptures, and now that the purpose has been achieved, he has no heart to entangle with these people anymore.

It's just that although Ling Muyun didn't want to entangle those guards, he didn't want to let him go, he waved his sword and danced his sword and surrounded him, their duty was to protect Wu Yingxiong's safety, if Ling Muyun was allowed to leave in a grand manner after committing such a murder, then how would they see people in the future?

"Since you are looking for your own death, then I can't blame you!" Seeing these guards entangled, Ling Muyun's eyes were cold, and relying on the perception of the spiritual force field, his figure jumped like a light smoke from under the two steel knives, and he was unharmed, and swept in front of a guard.

The guard was immediately shocked and hurriedly withdrew his bodyguard. Ling Muyun didn't give him a chance, and the sword light in his hand flickered, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, flashing in front of the guard's neck, and a red line suddenly appeared in his neck, and then blood burst out of the red line like a fountain. Ling Muyun was about to continue moving forward with a sword, when he suddenly felt that a person on his side was holding a sword and stabbing towards his waist and ribs, and the sword light was extremely fast and had reached less than a foot beside him in an instant, if he didn't dodge, he was afraid that he would inevitably be injured by the sharp sword. However, Ling Muyun's evil sword was originally a rare fast sword, and this guard used a fast sword in front of him, but he was playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong, which was inevitably a little overwhelmed.

Ling Muyun's figure turned around, and the sword that came over also turned to the side of the person, and a sword light stabbed out like lightning and penetrated directly through the ribs of the waist, and then the sword was pulled out, and immediately the blood flew out, and the guard fell down with a howl of pain......

Ling Muyun, who used the sword to ward off evil spirits, swung out with a long sword, the sword light was as fast as a waterfall, and his body came and went like a ghost and a ghost, which made people unable to guard against it.

Although the guards who blocked him were not mediocre, they were as weak as lambs under his sword, and every time the sword light flashed, one of the guards must fall, and in just a moment's work, Ling Muyun had killed more than a dozen people, and the remaining few also cowered and didn't dare to step forward.

After all, they are all human beings, and even if they are in a hundred battles, they cannot completely get rid of the fear of death. If they had the strength to fight, they would still have the courage to fight with Ling Muyun, but now it was clearly a one-sided massacre, even if they were all iron-blooded guards carefully selected from the Pingxi Palace, they would inevitably be afraid in the face of the naked slaughter.

Breaking through the obstacles of the guards and rushing out of the courtyard, Ling Muyun's face couldn't help but change slightly, and he saw that the outside of the courtyard had been surrounded by a large number of soldiers at some point, with swords and guns, and a cold light. At the front was a large group of archers, one by one with their bows and arrows, in his direction.

"Shoot the arrows!" The crowd didn't know who gave the order, and suddenly ten thousand arrows were fired, and countless sharp arrows tore through the air and roared towards Ling Muyun, dense like rain.

In the face of the rain of arrows shooting in his face, Ling Muyun did not dodge, and went straight up, his mind moved, with his body as the center, a violent whirlwind suddenly blew within a radius of one zhang, forming a violent wind barrier around him, and as soon as those arrows were within this range, they were immediately blown by the strong whirlwind and the arrow path was deflected, falling elsewhere, and it could not hurt Ling Muyun at all.

When the soldiers saw this scene, they suddenly felt a panic and commotion, Ling Muyun's ability was really beyond their imagination, even if they were all elite soldiers in the army, seeing this inexplicable scene, they couldn't help but be suspicious, how could people be so capable?

People are always full of fear of the unknown, and these Wu Jun are also ordinary. After seeing the strange method of manipulating the wind displayed by Ling Muyun, all the soldiers were furious in their hearts, although those archers still shot their own arrows, they were still hesitant and weak, and their power was greatly reduced.

Ling Muyun's speed was so fast, just when these Wu Army archers were hesitating and panicking, he had already rushed in front of these people in a sweep of more than ten zhang. At this moment, those Wu troops were suddenly tragic, Ling Muyun pounced, as if a tiger had entered a flock, the long sword waved, the sword light was like a waterfall, and the fierce sword qi swept away wantonly, as if it had turned into a sickle in the hands of the god of death, and every time the sword light flashed, a soldier would fall down with a scream, turning into a dead corpse.

Although these besieging soldiers fought hard, they were as fragile as lambs to be slaughtered under Ling Muyun's hands, and no matter how much they struggled, they couldn't escape the arrival of death. Gradually, many soldiers panicked and became confused, and there were only a few people who could face death without being moved.

Feeling the pressure around him light, Ling Muyun was overjoyed and rushed straight out of the crowd. With his violent combat strength and superb light skills, although surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, Ling Muyun was like a swimming fish swimming against the current in the crowd, swimming towards the periphery. Whoever stands in the way, kill them! Soon he fought his way out of the siege and walked away.

When Wu Yingxiong rushed out of the room, he only saw blood and messy soldiers all over the ground, and Ling Muyun had long since disappeared. Wu Yingxiong was suddenly mourned, and his face was like ashes. (To be continued.) )