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After passing through another passage to Nancang, Yan Long finally came to Nancang's medicine warehouse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reality is always depressing!

The warehouse was empty except for the corpses, and even the cabinets where the medicines were stored were dismantled and burned as firewood.

Yan Long sighed and said, "Alas, it's so boring! It seems that I really have to go back to the pigeon cage to sleep." ”

As soon as he said go, Yan Long prepared to go back to the pigeon cage in the North Cang.

After walking a short distance, I met a few lone brocade guards on the road.

Yan Long originally planned to quickly dodge the past, but unfortunately, as soon as the brocade-clothed guard saw that he was a prisoner, he immediately felt like a great enemy, especially when Yan Long was covered with blood, which made them panic even more.

Without warning, a few brocade guards raised their knives and slashed, just like some murderous prisoners killed when they saw someone.

Yan Long was afraid of provoking more people, so he didn't explain more, so let's fight!

When someone wants to kill you, it's better to say a thousand things than to put the other party down.

After killing several brocade guards in a row, Yan Long continued to "flee".

At this time, his God Killing Points accumulated to 76,350 points.

After bypassing a group of prisoners who walked up and down the aisles like madmen and sang loudly, Yan Long came to the top of the Bloody Punishment School. He planned to return to the pigeon cage in the North Warehouse through another passage in the Bloody Punishment Schoolyard, as it might be a quieter place.

It's time for the bloody school!

Because the shells with artillery had accidentally entered here before, causing a large number of casualties, there was no one on the bloody school ground at this time.

Yan Long walked directly through the bloody punishment school and came to the prisoner waiting cell at the south entrance and exit at the time of the fight.

Pushing open the hidden iron door, Yan Long immediately felt an ominous aura.

"There's danger ahead. This was Yan Long's first reaction.

He was about to return the way he came, but then he heard a voice.

So he stopped.

"Ye Xueyao?!!Why is she here?isn't she supposed to be with Liu Qiao and them?" Yan Long muttered in his heart.

Yan Long gently closed the iron door, and then walked in the direction where the voice came.

After walking a long way, Yan Long saw six people surrounding two people, and forced these two people into a corner.

Among the two people who were surrounded, one was Ye Xueyao, and the other was the ground-level brocade guard of the Blood Demon Division judging from the costumes.

And among the six people around them, there was one person, Yan Long, who knew him.

It was that day when the Zhending Group was testing the level of internal force, the Eastern Star Gang that attacked Zhou Yuanliang with a hand knife beat the martial artist - Bloody Hand Zhuo Rong.

At that time, Zhuo Rong and Yan Long both belonged to the middle level of the acquired realm, and Zhuo Rong's internal strength level was slightly higher than that of Yan Long, only a little bit short of the high-level level of the acquired realm.

At this time, the two people who were very likely to meet in the ring met unexpectedly on the bloody passage leading to the ring.

Judging from the detection and analysis of the system, Zhuo Rong is now at the high level of the Acquired Realm, and among the five people beside him, there are three others who are also at the high level of the Acquired Realm, and one of them is even closer to the high-level Great Perfection. The other two are slightly weaker, and they are also mid-level in the Acquired Realm.

Zhuo Rong is not the highest level of internal strength among them, but it seems that he is the leader.

Sometimes, high force does not mean that you can lead the group, but wisdom is the decisive factor. Just like Liu Qiao of Jinyiwei, his martial arts are only at the middle level of the Innate Realm, but under his hands, the Zhenyuan Group alone already has thirteen super masters of the Heavenly and Human Realm.

When Zhuo Rong saw Yan Long, he began to greet him from afar, only to hear him say, "Hey, I said that brother, come over quickly." I know you, you're Yan Long from Dongcang, right?"

Yan Long walked over slowly and said lightly, "Yes, I am Yan Long." ”

"Yan Long?" The high-level martial artist of the Acquired Realm who was close to the Great Perfection looked at Yan Long with some hostility and said, "You are the Yan Long who killed the three people of the Blood Demon Division in the Zhongcang Hall?"

"Yes, that's me. Yan Long walked over to the six people.

The martial artist who was close to the Great Perfection at the high level of the Acquired Realm was an old man with sparse hair, with an obscene appearance, a mouth full of yellow teeth, and a strong bad breath when he spoke.

When Zhuo Rong saw Yan Long coming, he glanced at several other people, and several people spread out the formation and surrounded Yan Long inside.

Yan Long was unmoved.

He continued to walk and walked to stand in front of Ye Xueyao and the ground rank brocade guard.

The internal force level of that earth-level brocade guard can't be detected by the god killing system, so it should at least be in the innate realm.

However, it didn't help, as the brocade guard looked like he was dying.

His chest was completely sunken, he had a deep scratch around his neck, two ribs on his left side were stabbed diagonally out of his body, and he was blind in one eye.

His breathing was as heavy as a bellows, and with each gasp, a stream of blood poured out of his chest.

But he still staggered there, standing in front of Ye Xueyao, his knife in his hand, facing Zhuo Rong and the six of them.

And Ye Xueyao behind him was also seriously injured, her face was already pale after blood loss, and there were four scars on her abdomen that looked like they had been cut by a sharp blade, but Yan Long could see that it was definitely not something that could be cut with a knife, but as if it was injured by Zhuo Rong's claws.

When Yan Long saw it, he turned back to Zhuo Rong and smiled: "These two people seem to be dying. Even the Bloody Demon Division Jinyi Guard of the Ground Rank dares to kill, which is really bold enough. ”

Zhuo Rong said with a smile: "It's really not easy to besiege this Lord Kim Zhengbin, we were originally a large group of people, you see, now there are only a few of us left." ”

Yan Long smiled and said, "Looking at him like this, it seems that life is more painful than death." Why don't you give him a good time?"

Among the six people, one of the middle-level martial artists laughed evilly: "Isn't it just to have some fun after fighting so hard? ”

"Think...... I...... Dead, no ...... Not...... So...... Easy!" Jin Zhengbin, the ground-level brocade guard, said vaguely with blood gushing out of his mouth.

"Look, I'll just say, he doesn't want to die. At this time, at least three of the six people were laughing.

Zhuo Rong didn't smile, he said to Yan Long: "Yan Gongzi, since you came here so coincidentally, it is better for you to settle this person." ”

"Okay!" Yan Long didn't think about it, so he readily agreed.

He strode over and snatched the embroidered spring knife that Kim Jong-bin was holding in his hand.

In a flash of the knife, Kim Jungbin's head was broken, and at the moment when the head fell, Yan Long saw Kim Jungbin's eyes, there was no hatred or resentment!

-- Only the liberation and relief of being able to fulfill one's duties but not being able to return to heaven.

When Ye Xueyao saw this scene, she gritted her silver teeth and said to Yan Long angrily: "You...... You ......" but couldn't say the second word after all.

Yan Long held the embroidered spring knife in his hand, turned back to Zhuo Rong and smiled: "Okay, it's your turn!"

When the six men saw him like this, their hearts were not as vigilant as they had been. One of them, a stout mid-rank martial artist, even walked up to him and praised him with a thumbs up, "Good sword technique." ”

Yan Long laughed, but the killing intent in his eyes became stronger.