Yang Ming was dressed in black, tied a black cloth around his face, and tied his already long hair with a hair crown. turned his head and saw Yang Changlin, who was also dressed.

The two sneaked out of the place where they were hiding during the day and looked at the gate without an inscription in front of them.

It is rumored that the person who gave the name of the prison would eventually live in the prison where the name was written, so all of Chen's prisons were directly doored, without any inscriptions.

The gate seemed to be in some disrepair, and the paint on the door had almost fallen off, revealing the wood that had begun to decay. There was a small room on the left side of the door, and the window was shining through.

Yang Ming and Yang Changlin glanced at each other, the two of them quickly swept to the corner of the wall like two black winds, Yang Changlin handed over his hands, Yang Ming jumped up lightly, and was already a head above the wall. If you look closely, there doesn't seem to be much of a person.

"Wait, there's a patrol. Yang Ming heard a little footsteps, and hurriedly hid, and a team of soldiers walked by inside the wall, and the footsteps stepped on strongly. It seems to be the elite of Jiangcheng's troops.

"Looks like Orange is right. ”

"Hmm. Yang Ming hummed, and after the other voices walked by, the two jumped into the wall and began to explore the prison along the corner.

"How can we find out where they are?" Yang Changlin lifted a little black cloth.

It would be easy for the two of them to get in, but I didn't dare to guarantee that he would make a big deal after catching someone, and if he again attracted the disciples of the Dragon King Sword Sect and Ying Yangwei, who had been lured away with great difficulty, this operation would be a complete failure.

"I have a way. Yang Ming pulled out a bottle of purple liquid from his chest.

The essence of the oracle, after drinking, it can probe the information of all the units around the body, and with the growth of Yang Ming's cultivation, it can now detect units within ninety zhang.

Ten minutes was enough time for Yang Ming to find where they were.

Yang Ming uncorked the bottle and drank it all.

The brain seemed to have become a radar, and Yang Ming's cultivation could probably hear all the sounds within a few dozen zhang clearly, but after drinking the essence of the oracle, it was not just heard. Although you can't see everything around you like a compound eye, the image in your mind is exactly the same as another kind of vision.

"This way. Yang Ming stopped Yang Changlin and walked in another direction with him.

Yang Changlin was a little surprised, how did this person know how to go to prison?

On the way, I occasionally met soldiers patrolling, and although the soldiers were elite, they were nothing compared to special warriors like Yang Ming and Yang Changlin. Even if they were close to a distance of five meters, Yang Ming and Yang Changlin would have time to dodge, not to mention that they didn't necessarily need to dodge.

Most of the cells in the entire prison were on the ground, and one small room after another was closely packed together, and the doors made of thick wooden bars mixed with iron bars blocked the criminals inside. After a while, Yang Ming and Yang Changlin had finished exploring most of the cells, leaving only the middle floor of the building that had not yet been explored.

The cell was used to hold criminals with some martial prowess and strength, and the walls were sturdy and the doors were made of iron.

When he reached the edge of the cell, Yang Ming began to walk all the way along the cell, and as he walked, Yang Ming suddenly stood still.

There's a big gap under your feet!

After walking less than a dozen steps further, I found the whereabouts of the three people, there was no long wind, and they should have escaped.

Jiang Feng Afu and Pei Yu, the three of them are about three zhang below their feet, and their life characteristics are not very strong, but they should not worry about their lives.

"Right here, there's a dungeon, everyone is down here, come with me, and follow the passage of the dungeon. Yang Ming opened his mouth and began to walk along the passage at the entrance of the dungeon where everyone was being held.

Yang Ming and Yang Changlin explored along the passage under their feet, while also paying attention to their feet, without making a sound, the wall in front of them had a corner, and they seemed to feel a little passage starting to rise up when they went around the corner.

A clear dragon groan sounded, Yang Ming's eyes changed drastically, and the spell shield and courage were used together. A long knife stabbed from the darkness like a dragon going out to sea, and the sound was as powerful as the tide of the river.

Yang Changlin's sword was like a poisonous snake, and he directly gave up stopping this domineering sword, but chased it to the attacker's throat, with Yang Ming's injury in exchange for his death.

The attacker hesitated for a moment, dodging Yang Changlin's sword, and also lost the perfect opportunity to sneak attack. The saber in Yang Ming's left hand was brought up, his right hand drew the knife, and his left hand pressed the back of the knife. The body squatted down and raised the fire to the sky, carrying the attacker's sword shadow over.

The blade lit up with a white light, and Yang Ming had already inspired Wuji Kendo.

With the strength of the late stage of bone casting and the 40% blessing of Wuji Sword Dao, a sword swing has already broken through the air, as fast as thunder. The knife slashed at the assailant's knife, almost slashing him directly against the assailant's knife.

Xu Qingzhong scolded secretly, how could a person who didn't seem to have turned into qi have such strength, he couldn't get a blow from Chongyang in the early stage, and with the black sword on the side, he almost folded it.

Yang Ming's meritorious service did not stop, and with the power bonus of Wuji Kendao, the guerrilla's saber was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and he slashed past one after another.

Xu Qingzhong retreated slightly, and the long blade in his hand was raised to Yang Ming's chest, and Yang Ming was forced to defend with a knife. Unexpectedly, Xu Qingzhong's knife was crooked by an inch, and he directly slashed at Yang Changlin.

Yang Changlin's long sword turned his hand and pressed it on his arm, holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and trying his best to push Xu Qingzhong's sword aside. Xu Qingzhong was about to make another sword, but he saw a white light in front of him, and Yang Ming's saber had already slashed in front of him.

Seven seconds passed in a flash, and Yang Ming's saber suddenly slowed down when it was about to slash, although it was still invisible to ordinary people. But for a veteran knife like Xu Qingzhong, a point of slower knife is death.

Xu Qingzhong took off his right hand, grabbed Yang Ming's blade with his backhand, and brought it to himself, clenching his left hand into a fist. The fist was already covered with white true qi, and it was hitting Yang Ming's head.

Yang Ming would either abandon the knife like Xu Qingzhong, or he would take a hard punch that could have killed him. Between life and death, Yang Ming suddenly felt that time had slowed down, and the panic that was originally holding the knife disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The archer's concentration was originally a skill for a special bow and arrow weapon, but at this time, Yang Ming suddenly entered the state when his fists and feet intersected. Yang Ming's left hand was clenched, his nails had already pierced his palm, and he met it with a punch.

Bang! There was a dull sound of flesh and bone clashing! The flesh and blood of Yang Ming's left fist had already bloomed, revealing white bones and blood dripping with blood. Yang Ming's brows furrowed tightly, and a moan came out of his mouth.

But Xu Qingzhong was just a little weaker, and the corners of Xu Qingzhong's mouth showed a sarcastic smile.

No matter how strong your body is, if you don't enter the qi, for a martial artist with true qi, the flesh is the same as a paper paste.

Yang Changlin's sword followed closely, and Xu Qingzhong's left fist hit the side of the sword, and it missed a little. With a turn of his right hand, a suction force gushed out, and the true qi sucked the handle of the knife and brought the long knife into his hand. The dragon groaned three or two times and had already broken up Yang Changlin's sword momentum, and he was about to attack, but he heard a slight but sharp sound.

Yang Ming's right fist came out!

The pride of the battlefield made the right fist hit eight times the speed of the left fist with all its strength, and added 3% of Yang Ming's vitality. The punch slashed through the air, causing the garment to burn at high speed.

The meteor-like fist was hitting Xu Qingzhong's chest, Xu Qingzhong had already reacted, and his true qi covered his chest. It's just that the time is too short, the true qi has not been completely laid out, and the fist has arrived!

True Qi layer, skin, bones, flesh and blood...... Yang Ming punched through Xu Qingzhong's body and came out from behind.

Xu Qingzhong lost his strength, looked at Yang Ming in disbelief, the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, and he was about to raise his knife to cut off Yang Ming's right hand, when Yang Changlin's long sword on the side was already out.

With two swords, Xu Qingzhong's right wrist and neck were broken almost at the same time, and he took two steps back weakly and fell to the ground.

Yang Ming bent down and gritted his teeth hard to keep from screaming in pain. Bright eyes looked at his right hand, which was already like a piece of black charcoal, and its five fingers were slightly bent, but it was difficult to close or unfold.

Yang Changlin looked at Yang Ming's fist, a little frightened in his heart.

A punch in the late stage of bone casting is terrifying!