And at this time, Ling Jiuqiu.

At the moment when he threw the long sword, he rushed towards Zheng Yinghao, who was holding a spear.

The two were not far apart.

Under this rush, they approached their respective attack ranges in an instant.

Zheng Yinghao was preparing to shoot.

But at this moment.

I saw Ling Jiuqiu open his mouth and spit out, and a thick pillar of fire suddenly came towards him.

Just like a fire dragon with teeth and claws, in the process of breaking through the air rapidly, the terrifying heat swept in all directions.

Zheng Yinghao only felt that his hair was faintly curled up.

His heart sank.

Although he has a defensive martial art that is not weak, he is only a blocking martial art, and he is only good at resisting attacks head-on, and in the face of a large-scale attack like flames, he can't take care of his surroundings at all.

What's more, after all, he is only a divine weapon martial soul, and no matter how strong his defense is, it is impossible to compare to the phantom beast martial soul.

So.

This blow can't be carried hard!

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng Yinghao connected the dots under his feet, his body hurriedly retreated, and his arms crossed in front of him, trying to avoid burning his face.

"Good chance!"

made Jiuqiu's heart happy.

He kicked suddenly, and the whole person rose from the ground like a raging beast, holding Fang Qingyi's delicate body in his arms, and leaped over Zheng Yinghao's head.

"Chase!!"

Qiao Wenbo screamed in disarray.

The moment he saw Ling Jiuqiu release the flames, he instantly thought of yesterday's Night Raider.

When discussing yesterday, he had subconsciously excluded Ling Jiuqiu from the suspicion of the murderer, just because Ling Jiuqiu showed the Soul Refining Ding in front of him yesterday.

Moreover, yesterday the two sides just had a simple quarrel, he and Qiao Yulin also sincerely apologized, and the other party also said that they would not pursue it.

It stands to reason that there is no motive to make a move.

But he never expected it.

Ling Jiuqiu is actually a double martial spirit!

In this way, he figured it all out!

Ling Jiuqiu really sneaked into Qiao's mansion late at night and killed his son Qiao Yulin just because of such a small quarrel.

Although I don't know why the other party was able to find out Qiao Yulin's residence so quickly, I don't understand why the other party made such a radical move just because of this small contradiction.

But it doesn't matter anymore!

The important thing is that Ling Jiuqiu is the murderer!

The murderer of his son!

The murderer who burned down most of Qiao's mansion!

"Ahhh

Qiao Wenbo was instantly angry, and when he saw Ling Jiuqiu jumping up into the distance, he also rushed over.

Zheng Yinghao, who dodged the flame attack, also hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

Chu Feiyi, who was releasing true qi in the distance to maintain the earthen wall, also got up and chased after him.

The four of them chased and fled, and soon entered the mountain forest not far away, and continued to go deeper.

"Jiuqiu, thank you!"

Fang Qingyi leaned on Ling Jiuqiu, raised her head, looked at Ling Jiuqiu's handsome face, seemed to be moved, and said as if she was intoxicated.

Ling Jiuqiu didn't have time to look at her, so he just said casually: "Don't talk, hurry up and heal yourself." ”

The Water Elemental Martial Spirit Awakened can heal their own injuries, and although the internal injuries caused by the true qi of the stronger ones may not be completely cured, they can greatly delay the injuries.

Compared to others of the same level, the bearing capacity is much stronger.

A sweet smile appeared on Fang Qingyi's pale face: "Okay." ”

After speaking, she obediently buried her head on Ling Jiuqiu's shoulder.

Ling Jiuqiu glanced back.

I saw that the three men in black were still in hot pursuit, but they had been thrown away by him dozens of meters away.

His body is running at full power, even if he is holding a delicate and soft girl in his arms, it is not something that the other three can catch up.

From the moment he escaped from the encirclement, it was basically equivalent to being out of danger.

But.

The scene that just escaped from the encirclement, although it seems simple, is really risky.

If any link does not develop in the direction he envisioned, he will definitely fall into an even greater danger if he discards the long sword.

Luckily, everything went well.

"However, this time the loss is not small!"

"The long sword worth five thousand taels was abandoned, and the various pills worth more than ten thousand taels were also left in the carriage, I don't know if it was damaged?"

I thought about it.

Ling Jiuqiu quietly turned a corner, preparing to make a big circle, looking for an opportunity to return to the position of the carriage to retrieve his supplies.

Behind him.

Three figures leaped and ran wildly in the mountains and forests, chasing after them.

"Damn!"

Qiao Wenbo roared angrily.

But he could only watch Ling Jiuqiu flee farther and farther.

He regrets the failure of the ambush plan and resents that his son's killer escaped from his eyes.

This kind of regret and anger blended in his heart, making his blood boil uncontrollably, and the green tendons in his temples throbbed.

"It looks like I can't catch up with him, what now?"

Chu Feiyi suddenly asked.

Qiao Wenbo gritted his teeth, let out a fierce breath in his nose, and said in a deep voice: "Chase!" Keep chasing! Gotta kill him! ”

Zheng Yinghao on the other side was about to open his mouth to persuade a few words, but looking at the patriarch's undying posture, he knew that persuasion was useless.

What's more, the target escaped from his side, and the enraged patriarch might blame him.

The facts were indeed as he expected, Qiao Wenbo couldn't wait to tear Zheng Yinghao alive at this time.

But he still had a shred of sanity.

Zheng Yinghao is also a high-level member of the family, and presided over the formation of a bandit force, endured stigma, stayed away from his family, and can be said to have contributed the most among the several high-level members of the family.

Naturally, he could not be blamed for this.

So I can only bury my anger in the bottom of my heart.

About half an hour later.

Ling Jiuqiu's figure completely disappeared from the sight of the three of them, and they had to stop.

After standing in place and silent for a long time, Qiao Wenbo said expressionlessly: "Forget it, the plan failed, let's go back." ”

With that, he turned his body and left.

The other two looked at each other and had no choice but to turn away.

The other side.

After Ling Jiuqiu made a big circle in the mountains, it took more than ten minutes to return to the mountain road where the carriage was.

Fortunately, it is inaccessible, and there may be no one passing by during this time, and all the supplies are still in the ruins of the carriage and relatively well preserved.

"Uncle Hong."

At this time, Fang Qingyi had completely suppressed the injury, although it did not improve, but it did not continue to deteriorate, and she still maintained a good spirit.

She came to Uncle Hong's headless corpse and cried out with a little sadness.

Uncle Hong is her father's confidant, it is said that she has followed her father for more than 20 years, and she has also had some dealings with Uncle Hong since she was a child, although it is not very affectionate, but after all, they have known each other for many years and are quite familiar with each other.

"Let's mourn and change."

After packing up her supplies, Ling Jiuqiu, who was carrying the package, walked over, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted.

"Thank you!"

Fang Qingyi said in a deep voice.

"You go and pack your luggage, I'll cremate Uncle Hong's body, and then you have to leave here quickly, otherwise, if those people go and come back, it will be troublesome."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyi turned to leave.

As soon as Jiuqiu stretched out his hand, a large flame erupted from the palm of his hand, enveloping Uncle Hong's corpse, and it was quickly burned to ashes.