"What do you want to do?" Lin Shurong's eyes were full of vigilance.

Lin Xuanqing stood in front of Lin Shurong, faintly protecting her behind him, closing his lips tightly and not speaking.

"Cousin Shurong, I always thought you were a chaste martyr, but I didn't expect to secretly bring this wild man to our Fang Mansion. You have really lost the face of our Fang family. Fang Nianhu's words were extremely vicious.

"You're going to elope with him? Since you were six years old, our family has provided you with all the food and clothing, but you are not grateful, and you always treat my brother coldly. Now that you are going to elope with a wild man, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" Fang Nianwei scolded angrily.

Lin Shurong's shoulders trembled, and she was very angry. But she can't argue, maybe in the eyes of Fang Nianhu and Fang Nianwei, she is an orphan girl who is fostered in the Fang family, and she should repay the Fang family with her life. They wouldn't know how much and how deeply the dirty things that the Fang family did behind her back hurt her.

Lin Xuanqing took a step forward, looked at the two of them with unkind eyes, and asked word by word, "Have you finished speaking?"

"Bastard, what are you, you dare to trespass on Fang Mansion......" Fang Nianhu turned his head and scolded Lin Xuanqing.

Before Fang Nianhu's words were finished, his neck suddenly tightened, as if he was wrapped in a steel hoop, and he couldn't even spit out a word. He became frightened and wanted to call for help, but found that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to breathe......

Lin Xuanqing just shook his shoulders, and appeared in front of Fang Nianhu and Fang Nianwei, grabbing the neck of one of them with one hand, and lifting them off the ground little by little, the two of them struggled desperately, but in Lin Xuanqing's eyes, their resistance was so ridiculous.

"Click!"

With both hands exerting force at the same time, Lin Xuanqing effortlessly crushed the neck bones of the two, and then threw them directly a few feet away with a big hand.

He shot cleanly, but in such a moment, he had already leaked some spiritual power fluctuations. And in all corners of the Fang family, there was a sudden commotion, and almost at the same time, seven or eight not weak divine senses locked on him. At the same time, there were two extremely obscure divine senses, scanning back and forth on him a few times. These two divine senses are very strong, if it weren't for the reason why he cultivated special divine skills, I'm afraid they might not be able to detect it.

"Let's go. ”

He hugged Lin Shurong's slender waist, and then took a big mouth, and a red light suddenly blurted out, turning into the body of the Amber Thunder Sword.

"Up!"

Lin Xuanqing let out a low snort, and then with a flick of his sleeves, the amber thunder sword instantly skyrocketed more than ten times, turning into a long sword that was as long as a zhang. He suddenly rose to the ground, carried Lin Shurong and stepped on the spirit sword, and then flicked his right hand several times, and one after another spiritual rays shot out from his fingertips, hitting the sword body continuously.

The Amber Thunder Sword suddenly burst into inspiration, and with a loud "click", it turned into a rolling thunder and rushed out towards the periphery of the Fang Mansion.

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed out of the Rich.

"Hahahaha, what an arrogant boy, he dares to break into our house and hurt people. If you want to go, you must first pass the level of our ironwood. A bald man rushed in obliquely, although he was a beat slower than Lin Xuanqing's speed, but the position he chose was just right, just blocking his way.

And behind him, one after another aura rose to the sky, and in each aura, there was a powerhouse above the sixth layer of the cloud qi technique, who hurried over with a spiritual weapon.

"This Fang Tiemu is at the end of the eight major clans of the Fang family, but he is already a seventh-level cultivator of the Cloud Qi Jue, and he is good at physical cultivation, you must not fight with him. Lin Shurong reminded urgently.

She has been in the Fang family for ten years, although she is not an immortal cultivator, she knows everything about the Fang family, and she can tell the origin and cultivation of the person who came with one word.

"Boy, punch me!"

That Fang Tiemu rushed forward, laughed wildly, and slammed his fist into Lin Xuanqing's chest. The big fist of the bowl carried a strong wind, and quickly approached Lin Xuanqing. It was as if the aura around was severely squeezed, and it made a "beep-beep" explosion.

"Humph!"

Lin Xuanqing snorted coldly, raised his fist and greeted him.

That Fang Tiemu was overjoyed when he saw this, and said with a cruel smile: "Hahaha, you are a low-level cultivator of the sixth layer of the Cloud Qi Technique, you dare to fight hard with me, but I have been immersed in alchemy for decades, see if I abolish your arm......"

Rumble!

The two fists collided together, and then Fang Tiemu's face changed greatly, only to see that his fist seemed to hit an iron wall, and the entire fist surface instantly collapsed, bursting out a stream of blood, and the whole person was even pretended to slide five or six feet to one side. And Lin Xuanqing also snorted, his body shook three times, his right palm trembled slightly, and he almost fell into numbness.

However, he could not afford to miss this opportunity to fight at the risk of injury, and the Amber Thunder Sword under his feet accelerated violently, and suddenly passed over Fang Tiemu, leaving him far behind.

"Good boy, you can actually use the sixth-layer cultivation of the Cloud Qi Technique, shake the iron and wood without falling into the wind, and let the old man come to meet you. With a long roar, a thin old man descended from the sky and pounced towards Lin Xuanqing like a spirit crane. This person's speed is a few points faster than Lin Xuanqing.

"Be careful, this Fang Gusha is the fifth elder of the eight major clans of the Fang family, and he is an eighth-layer cultivator of the Cloud Qi Technique, especially good at speed. Seeing this thin old man appear, Lin Shurong's voice changed.

Lin Xuanqing's heart sank, he raised his hand and patted the storage bag, the black light flashed in his hand, and a silk thread like a black snake appeared in the palm of his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the silk thread immediately wound towards Fang Gusha in an extremely strange trajectory. Fang Gusha sneered, and at some point there was a thin sword in his hand, slashing towards the silk thread.

However, this silk thread changed a lot under Lin Xuanqing's control, and flexibly dodged this split, and in the "sizzle" sound, it suddenly wrapped around Fang Gusha's wrist.

Sizzle!

One end of the silk thread pierced into Fang Gusha's wrist artery at once, and it was like a leech frantically sucking its blood, just in the blink of an eye, Fang Gusha's entire arm quickly dried up, looking extremely terrifying. Fang Gusha was so frightened that he screamed again and again, where did he dare to stop Lin Xuanqing again, and flew away.

Lin Xuanqing's expression was grim, he shook the black line, withdrew his palm, and immediately galloped in the air again.

This black thread was the medium spiritual weapon black silk rope that he had taken from Meng Bo Fu's hand. This rope is made by refining seventy-seven forty-nine human souls in an extremely vicious way, and it is extremely powerful, and it is especially good at assisting oneself in evolution by sucking the essence and blood of the human body. Lin Xuanqing was not attentive at the beginning, and was almost successfully sucked by this rope, and he still has palpitations. That ancient sand was unknown, and was absorbed by the black silk rope nearly one-seventh of the essence blood, and suddenly lost the strength of a battle.

You must know that the essence and blood of the human body are the most difficult to recover, and even more serious than the damage to the meridians. After some of them were damaged in their blood, they could no longer make an inch of cultivation even for a lifetime.

After getting rid of the encirclement and interception of the two Fang family elders in a row, the pressure on Lin Xuanqing's body did not decrease, but increased a lot.

Those monks below the seventh layer of the Cloud Qi Jue were all thrown away by him for dozens of miles, and the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost impossible to catch up with him. However, there were still three Fang family powerhouses, following closely behind him, and they were getting closer and closer. The cultivation of these three people is one Cloud Qi Technique at the ninth level, and two Cloud Qi Techniques at the eighth level......

Against any of them, Lin Xuanqing was not sure of victory, let alone facing the encirclement and suppression of three people at the same time? The gap between the two levels was not something he could make up for by relying on the divine skills and spiritual weapons that he had not yet skillfully used. But he must not sit still, even if it is only in case of chance, he still has to fight for himself.

"You'd better let me go and escape alone! Take me with you, it will only slow you down, and sooner or later they will catch up. Lin Shurong lay on Lin Xuanqing's back and said almost with a crying voice.

One of her hearts had already fallen into despair, and she couldn't hope that Lin Xuanqing would fight against the entire Fang family with the strength of Lin Xuanqing alone.

No matter how weak the Fang family's strength is, it is also a semi-hidden family that has been inherited for a hundred years, and its profound foundation is by no means something that Lin Xuanqing, a mere sixth layer of the Cloud Qi Technique, can fight against.

"I promised you to take you away from the Fang family. Unless, I die. Lin Xuanqing's tone was extremely firm.

Lin Shurong's eyes moistened.

She didn't expect that this man she met for the first time would be able to say things like "unless, I die" for her. Even if it is a couple who have been in love for many years, if one person is martyred for the other, I am afraid that the other party will hesitate, hesitate, or even run away. And how fortunate she was to meet him, a man who was willing to die for her.