After guarding outside the Taishou Mansion for half an hour, Meng Juntong did not wait for Xue Ding's appearance. Looking at the calm appearance of the guards outside the Taishou Mansion, it doesn't look like someone has just entered the mansion.

Liu Ji's memory has some information about this Taishou Mansion, so Meng Juntong also knows that this Taishou Mansion has no other entrances and exits except for this gate, in order to prevent outsiders from prying eyes, the outer wall of the Taishou Mansion is erected nearly four meters high, and the wall is equipped with thistles, barbs, and a layer of fine and imperceptible silver wires, as long as it is touched, the dark crossbow behind the wall will be activated, even if it is a master of how agile the body is, it is difficult to retreat in the face of this crossbow arrow volley.

Moreover, with Xue Ding's character and the pride of the master of the ninth hegemonic sword in the world, if he wants to kill someone, he will never choose to climb over the wall and enter the mansion, he must be dignified and killed into the mansion. The reason why he hasn't made a move now is only one reason, that is, there is no one he wants to kill in the mansion.

After waiting outside the Taishou Mansion for another quarter of an hour, Xue Ding had not yet appeared, but a particularly strange sedan chair came to attract Meng Juntong's attention.

The tender green sedan frame and bright red canopy, not that this sedan chair is so luxurious that it attracted Meng Juntong's attention, simply because it is too ugly.

How could anyone use such a color scheme, Meng Juntong slandered.

But when he saw this sedan chair stopped at the gate of the Taishou Mansion, Meng Juntong's heart suddenly rose.

Is the person Xue Ding going to kill come back?

The curtain of the sedan chair was carefully lifted by the servant, and a young man dressed in green clothes and green clothes walked out of the sedan chair.

"Little boy, you're back. The guards guarding the gate on either side saluted the young man respectfully.

Little boy, Meng Juntong's pupils shrank slightly, and sure enough, it was him.

Except for the weird green, this little boy really didn't bring any special impression to Meng Juntong.

There were a few delicate laughter from behind the sedan curtain, and two scantily clad young women came out and squeezed under the two arms of the young man.

Looking at the little boy who hugged him left and right into the house, Meng Juntong couldn't help but complain: "The steps are vain, the spirit collapses, just like that, even if no one kills him, he can live for a few more years." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Juntong suddenly felt that he was being targeted by someone, and the hairs on his back stood up, which was definitely not as simple as being stared at, but a sense of crisis of being watched by a powerful predator.

Meng Juntong quickly found the source of that gaze, it turned out that behind the strange sedan chair of the little boy's 'red with green', there was also an inconspicuous small mahogany sedan chair, just because the 'red with green' was too eye-catching, so Meng Juntong actually ignored the existence of the little red sedan chair.

At this moment, an old man with silver hair, a withered face, and a gloomy aura all over his body was tilting his head and staring weakly at Meng Juntong here.

Meng Juntong could clearly feel that kind of extremely aggressive gaze, and he was being targeted.

"What a natural and excellent stove, it seems that God really didn't want to kill my remnant flower. The old man smiled gloomily, and his gaze swept over the two waiter-like warriors beside him.

These two warriors, who had followed this old man for obviously not a day or two, already knew what to do with just one look, and immediately walked towards Meng Juntong's side.

Meng Juntong held the scabbard tightly with one hand, and with the other hand behind his back, he had already begun to quietly move his strength.

The withered old man looked weak, but Meng Juntong felt great danger in him.

When a martial artist cultivates to a certain point, he will have a very keen perception of danger. Like animals in the forest, the perception of danger is almost an innate instinct, and it is also the greatest reliance on ensuring their survival.

Ten steps, those two warriors were only ten steps away from him, Meng Juntong was a little hesitant, whether to do it directly here, or try to retreat first.

Five steps, only five steps left, looking at those two cold, expressionless faces, Meng Juntong seemed to be able to imagine that they would not show the slightest mercy to their own shots.

"You, come with us," one of the two said to Meng Juntong in an irrefutable tone.

Meng Juntong snorted coldly and was about to make a move, but his shoulder was suddenly held down by a big hand.

Turning his head to look, the person who held him down was actually Xue Ding, who he had been waiting here.

Xue Ding carried the famous sword upside down with one hand, and the arrogant aura of his body was revealed.

Meng Juntong smelled a faint bloody smell on Xue Ding's body, this guy had just left for more than an hour, what the hell had he done.

Meng Juntong subconsciously looked down at the famous sword Basheng, the blade of the Basheng knife was still as translucent as a mirror, but the lines were already covered with bright red blood.

Drinking blood, these two words suddenly jumped into Meng Juntong's mind.

I think that Xue Ding went to find a place to drink blood with this overlord knife just now, but I don't know whether he drank human blood or beast blood.

In order to show the ultimate power, some magic weapons must be activated in some special ways. And drinking blood is one of them, mostly used by some domineering and ferocious weapons.

As soon as the two warriors saw Xue Ding, they subconsciously retreated, which was also out of their warriors' perception of the crisis.

Xue Ding glanced down at Meng Juntong, and said in a low voice: "Go back and rest, Yangguan City is not peaceful at night." ”

Meng Juntong frowned, the meaning of Xue Ding's words was a little intriguing, this is not peaceful means that Yangguan City is not peaceful in the first place, or does it mean something else.

Seeing the two samurai being frightened back, the withered old man was obviously very displeased.

"Waste, what are you doing in a daze, in this Yangguan City, you don't need to be afraid of anyone!"

When the two warriors heard this, they looked at each other, they knew too well the ruthlessness of this old man, if they retreated further, I was afraid that before the terrifying man could make a move, they would be killed by the withered old man first, not only them, but also their families behind them would not be spared.

At that moment, the two of them pulled out the Qin-style battle knife from their waists and killed Meng Juntong and Xue Ding.

Xue Ding still had that cold face, and while turning his head, he said to Meng Juntong: "Find a place to hide yourself, and in the next scene, it's better that the girl's family is gone." ”

"Brother Xue......" Meng Juntong subconsciously shouted.

Schröding nodded: "Go home, the rivers and lakes are too dirty, and the girls' homes are farther away, there is no harm." ”