A cold light flashed in Song Yunge's eyes.

He had already appeared in that room the next moment, and with a flash of light on his waist, he had already killed the man in blue.

He caught Suzakuwei's corpse, pressed it with his hand, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

It's already too dead to die anymore, and it's useless to drop the heavenly marrow, and it can't be saved.

Seeing Suzaku Wei die, he was furious.

Although he has already left Suzaku Wei, he was born in Suzaku Wei, and seeing the death of his disciple is like seeing the death of a disciple of Tianyue Mountain, and he feels the same way.

He burrowed forward into the tunnel, and saw a young man in blue advancing with corpses in front of him, all of them were the corpses of Suzaku Guard, and then the man in black.

He recognized these black-clothed people as the elite of Qinglongwei, but he didn't expect them to die here.

He killed all the blue-clothed youths in one go, and then moved the corpses back into the room.

Looking at these twenty or so corpses, Song Yunge's face was gloomy as water.

The Four Lingwei have never suffered such a big loss, this is simply lawless, and the Four Lingwei are regarded as nothing.

Through their scars, Song Yunge could conclude that it was definitely not the Demon Gate's doing, but a power that he had not been exposed to.

It seems that this is the real escort power of the Drunken Immortal Tower, could it be the power of the City Lord's Mansion?

Is the City Lord's Mansion really so powerful?

His face was gloomy.

The figure flashed, and he silently appeared in front of Lu Zhaoye and them with two corpses.

Then, without waiting for them to speak, he disappeared directly, and then came out with four corpses.

He took out all the corpses and laid them out in a small alley a few meters away.

Looking at this corpse, Lu Zhaoye and the four guard lords turned pale, and their eyes wanted to breathe fire.

"Sure enough, it's dead!" Zhao Manhua shook his head lightly, his bright eyes burst out with cold flames, and his voice was like a cold wind blowing through the alley.

"Who did it?" Zhao Manhua looked up at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge said: "Do you really want to find the murderer?"

Zhao Manhua stared at him coldly.

Lu Zhaoye frowned and said, "Brother Song, what you say is strange, of course we have to find the murderer and avenge them!"

Song Yunge said: "The sword technique and the mental method that killed them are all powers that I have never seen before, not the power of the Demon Gate!"

"What do you mean by that!?" Lu Zhaoye said in a deep voice, "Can't we mess with it?"

Song Yunge fell silent.

Zhao Manhua said: "Senior Brother Song, do you mean that we can't take revenge, and we can't beat the murderer?"

She looked down at the injuries of these Suzaku Guards, and saw that they were all killed with one sword, and it was an amazingly powerful knife force, which directly shattered her heart.

This knife technique is vicious and amazingly powerful.

Song Yunge nodded slightly.

Lu Zhaoye said in a deep voice: "If you can't beat it, you have to find it! No one can kill so many of our four spirit guards for nothing!"

Lu Nanyin's fists were clenched, the back of his hands was covered with green tendons, and his eyes burst into flames, ready to erupt at any time.

His voice was like ice: "Who the hell is it?"

Song Yunge said: "I don't know, but this power is extremely amazing, I'm afraid that the four spirits can't defend the enemy." ”

He looked at Zhao Manhua: "Senior Sister Zhao, I know you want to kill them all, but ......"

He shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't be possible." ”

"If I don't take revenge, I'm ashamed of Zhu Quewei!" Zhao Manhua said calmly: "Senior brother, help us find the murderer!"

Lu Zhaoye said: "Brother Song, can you find it?"

"Qi Hope Technique?" Duan Zhengfeng said: "The Qi Hope Technique that has been passed on to the gods should indeed be able to be found." ”

Song Yunge nodded slowly: "Army master, senior sister, take you to find the murderer!"

He said to Lu Nanyin: "Lord Lu Wei, I'm sorry, I'll take you over later." ”

Lu Nanyin nodded.

Song Yunge took Lu Zhaoye and Zhao Manhua to appear on a rooftop, and pointed to the magnificent and most magnificent mansion opposite: "It's there." ”

"City Lord's Mansion!" Lu Zhaoye gritted his teeth.

Zhao Manhua turned his head to look at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge nodded lightly: "I can see their grievances, and these grievances are here...... Well, there's one that's not here. ”

"Where?"

"Come with me. ”

The three of them left the place and appeared outside a small courtyard, and Song Yunge pointed: "This one is here." ”

"Catch him!" Lu Zhaoye gritted his teeth and said, "Ask what is going on!"

Song Yunge nodded: "Then the army master will go, Senior Sister Zhao, be careful of his sword skills!"

Zhao Manhua nodded lightly.

Lu Zhaoye took a deep breath, he was embarrassed to let Song Yunge take action again, he found the murderer, and he had to ask Song Yunge to help catch him, it would be too incompetent.

He fluttered over the courtyard wall and landed silently, and Zhao Manhua also fell to him.

The two of them accelerated abruptly and rushed into the main hall shrouded in lights, where a young man was sitting in the Taishi's chair, slowly wiping a long knife.

The sword light was bright, reflecting his handsome face, and his eyes had a misty look, suddenly lost.

At this moment, the two rushed in.

"Whew!" the handsome young man slashed with his sword.

Suddenly, a bright light swept through Lu Zhaoye and Zhao Manhua.

The two swung their swords to meet them.

Lu Zhaoye was carrying the Zhentian Seal, and his own strength was not affected, so the long sword took the first step to block the sword light.

With a clear sound of "Ding ......", the red light on the sword suddenly dimmed by half.

"Bang!" Lu Zhaoye staggered back and slammed into the wall, which made a dull noise.

"Good knife technique!" Lu Zhaoye snorted, his face was as red as drunk, and suddenly the red light on the sword flourished again, and it returned to normal.

Zhao Manhua's long sword had already stabbed at the young man.

The handsome young man's long knife was not finished, so he spun around, ignoring the sword that stabbed his heart, and the long knife wanted to take Zhao Manhua's head.

Zhao Manhua could only take a step back to avoid it.

She could stab the other party, but she couldn't avoid the knife, which was too fast and could arrive faster than her own sword.

The long knife turned into a white rainbow and attacked Lu Zhaoye, the speed was faster, but the knife momentum was silent.

"Ah——!h

"Snort!" Feng Fei's Nine Heavens Sword Technique suddenly increased in power, stabbing the young man in the shoulder, causing his sword momentum to slow down.

The tip of Zhao Manhua's sword took the opportunity to stab him in the other shoulder.

Both shoulders were injured, and his movements slowed down, and then he was stabbed in the chest by Lu Zhaoye's long sword, and he was immediately injured and unable to fight again.

He fell down unwillingly, watched Lu Zhaoye seal his acupoint, and then feed a spirit pill.

Lu Zhaoye mentioned him, climbed out of the wall and fell to Song Yunge, and said in a low voice: "Good boy, it's really amazing!"

Song Yunge said: "You guys have a good trial, I still have something to do over there, go first." ”

"Thank you, Brother Song. Lu Zhaoye smiled.

After catching a murderer, he relaxed a little, and he didn't worry about this guy not spitting in his hands.

Song Yunge hugged his fists, Piao Piao returned to the Drunken Immortal Building, and sat in a room on the third floor, at this time, Cuihua gently pushed the door in, followed by a beautiful woman, her eyes wandering and looking forward to life.

"This is Miss Linglong. Cuihua chuckled and said, "It's a newcomer to the Drunken Immortal Building, and Song Gongzi treats others well." ”

Song Yunge looked at the beautiful woman with a smile: "Linglong girl, let's sit down and talk." ”

"Yes. With a delicate and elegant salute, he sat down opposite him, revealing a youthful and shy look.

PS: The next one will be a little later.