"Give up your life, hero, brave up your life..." Wu Yingxiong shouted.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but since you don't abide by the trading rules first, don't blame me for following the example."

While speaking, Ling Muyun reached out to grab the musket and antidote bottle from Wu Yingxiong's hand, inserted the musket on his waist, put the antidote into his arms, and then shook his hand and threw Wu Yingxiong to the side, drawing a graceful arc in the air and slamming it on the ground.

Wu Yingxiong screamed in pain and almost fainted from falling. However, when he saw Ling Muyun leaving, he quickly struggled to get up from the ground and shouted: "Heroic, hero, you can't leave. I'm brave enough to offend the hero. I'm making a mistake. Please leave the antidote. I'm so grateful."

Ling Muyun smiled coldly and did not pay much attention. Since Wu Yingxiong dared to play with him, he had to be aware of the consequences. The reason why he did not kill him was to let him taste the fear of slowly waiting for death and the taste of blood and rotting bones. This was much more relieved than killing him directly. I just didn't know if Wu Sangui would feel distressed by this at that time.

To be honest, judging from Wu Yingxiong's performance, he is far inferior to his father Wu Sangui, which is simply insulting the reputation of their old Wu family. Although the old Wu family had no good reputation at all, his father was even a famous traitor in the world, one thing cannot be denied, that is, although Wu Sangui has a poor character, his ability is quite good, otherwise he would not have become the leader of the Three Feudals today, Prince Pingxi.

But Wu Yingxiong is really a bit unbearable. His character is not better than his father, and his ability is not far inferior to his father. He can be said to be a tiger father and a dog son. Killing Wu Yingxiong can be regarded as helping Wu Sangui clean up the house. In theory, Wu Sangui should still thank him. Of course, this is just his own idea. If Wu Sangui thinks so, he can't control it.

Wu Yingxiong looked at the man who ignored him and still yearned for Ling Muyun walking at the door, and couldn't help but feel regretful. The reason why he wanted to leave Ling Muyun before was that he doubted the authenticity of the antidote, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to let Ling Muyun take away the forty-two chapters of scriptures like this.

Although he didn't know where the forty-two chapters of the sutra were strange, he must have hidden some great secrets, otherwise the other party would not have been so complicated to obtain this sutra. If he asked the other party to take it away easily, he was unwilling to accept it, so he wanted to force the person to stay. Wu Yingxiong's abacus was very good, and he just needed to keep Ling Muyun, and then he would naturally be able to pry out the secrets of the forty-two chapters of the sutra from the other party's mouth.

Unexpectedly, although his plan was so good, the development of the matter did not follow the script he had imagined. Not only did the person not stayed, but even the antidote was snatched back. Judging from Ling Muyun's actions, the antidote he exchanged was obviously true, otherwise Ling Muyun would not have trouble regained it from his hands. Just because of his momentary suspicion and greed, he lost the antidote he had obtained, and he was a typical furious fight. He only felt that his intestines were about to regret it.

At this moment, a sudden "clang" sound was heard, and the door was kicked open, and two guards carrying steel knives broke in from outside the door: "Prince, don't panic, we're here."

However, the guards in the yard heard the gunshots and fighting sounds in the room, and knew that something had happened in the room, so they rushed in to protect the master.

"Hurry, stop him quickly, don't let him go!" Wu Yingxiong was overjoyed when he saw this and hurriedly shouted and ordered. "It's useless to come!" Ling Muyun snorted coldly, and the sword was crossed with his left hand. A powerful Kanglong Youhui knocked out fiercely.

Because the two guards had not yet fully entered the house, they had just stepped half of their bodies into the door, and had no way to dodge, so they had to grit their teeth and take it. But if the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were so easy to take, how could they win the reputation of being the best in the world? The palm powers intersected, and there was a loud "bang", and the two guards immediately groaned and vomited blood and threw out the door. Wu Yingxiong's face, who had just surged a hint of joy, suddenly collapsed again. He thought that he was a savior, but who thought that he would be dealt with by someone just now. This was too unreasonable. The huge gap between hope and disappointment made him feel the urge to vomit blood.

After clearing the obstacles, Ling Muyun stepped out. As soon as he left the door, he saw several people rushing towards him. Several sword lights and sword shadows immediately attacked him like a tide: "Bold thieves dare to come here to commit crimes, stay!" "You dare to ask me to stay?" Ling Muyun sneered without fear, and shook his long sword in his hand, and suddenly a colorful sword light turned into a front of him, pouring out like a waterfall.

"Ding Ding Dangdang" sounds of metal impact as dense as rain, sparks burst out, particularly conspicuous in the darkness, as if it were fireworks blooming during the festival. The swords that were attacking him were blocked by his long sword. His body was moving forward and his purpose was to come this time was forty-two chapters. Now that the purpose has been achieved, he has no intention of entangling these people anymore.

However, although Ling Muyun didn't want to bother the guards, he refused to let him go. He swung his sword and siege and killed him. Their duty was to protect Wu Yingxiong's safety. If Ling Muyun was asked to leave openly after committing such a murder, how could they meet others in the future?

"Since you are seeking death, then I can't blame me!" Seeing these guards entangled, Ling Muyun's eyes turned cold. With the perception of the mental power field, his body jumped like a ray of smoke, passing under the two steel knives without any injury, and breezes in front of a guard.

The guard was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his move to protect him. Ling Muyun did not give him a chance to turn the sword light in his hand. It seemed as if a lightning flashed through the night sky. A red line flashed in front of the guard's neck. Then blood burst out from the red line like a fountain. Ling Muyun succeeded with a sword and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly he felt a person holding a sword and stabbing towards his waist and ribs. The sword light was extremely fast and reached less than a foot next to him. If he didn't hide, he would inevitably suffer the injury of the sharp sword piercing his body. However, Ling Muyun's evil-proof sword was a rare fast sword. The guard used the fast sword in front of him, but was playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong, which was a bit overestimating his ability.

Ling Muyun's body turned around, and at the same time he turned to the man's side. A sword light pierced out like lightning and penetrated directly from the waist and ribs. Then the sword was pulled out, and blood suddenly flew away. The guard fell down in pain...

Ling Muyun, who used the evil-proof sword, swung his sword with a long sword. The sword light was as fast as a waterfall, and his body suddenly came and went like a ghost and a charm, making people unable to defend themselves.

Although the guards who stopped him were not mediocre, they were as weak as lambs under his sword. Every sword light flashed by, a guard must have fallen. In just a moment, more than ten people were killed by Ling Muyun. The remaining few were also timid and afraid to step forward.

After all, they are all human beings, and even if they have experienced many battles, they cannot completely get rid of their fear of death. If they have the strength to fight, they still have the courage to fight Ling Muyun, but now they are clearly one-sided massacres. Even if they are all iron-blooded guards carefully selected from the Prince of Pingxi, they will inevitably feel fear in the face of the slaughter of Chiluo.

After breaking through the obstacles of a group of guards and rushing out of the yard, Ling Muyun's face changed slightly. He saw that outside the yard had been surrounded by a large number of soldiers at some point, with swords and guns full of cold light. At the front was a large group of archers, one by one, one by one, was raising arrows, heading towards him.

"Shoot the arrow!" Someone in the crowd gave the order, and suddenly thousands of arrows were fired at once. Countless sharp arrows tear apart the air roared and shot towards Ling Muyun, densely filled with rain.

Facing the rain-like arrows shot towards him, Ling Muyun did not dodge and went straight to meet him. The movement of his mind, with his body as the center, suddenly a violent whirlwind blew within a radius of one meter, forming a strong wind barrier around him. As soon as the arrows shot reached this range, they were blown by the strong whirlwind, and the arrows were deviated and fell to other places, not hurting Ling Muyun at all.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers suddenly felt panic. The abilities Ling Muyun showed were beyond their imagination. Even though they were all elite soldiers in the army, they couldn't help but feel suspicious when they saw this difficult-to-explain scene. How could a person have such a skill?

People are always full of fear of unknown things, and these Wu soldiers are also ordinary. After seeing the strange means of controlling the wind shown by Ling Muyun, the soldiers were all in their hearts. Although the archers were still shooting themselves, they were hesitant and weak, and their power was greatly reduced.

Ling Muyun was so fast that just as these Wu army archers were hesitating and panic, he had already rushed to these people with more than ten feet. At this moment, the Wu army was tragic. Ling Muyun jumped in, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, swinging the sword light like a waterfall, and the sharp sword energy swept away wantonly, as if it turned into a sickle in the hand of the god of death. Every sword light flashed, a soldier would scream and turn into a dead body.

Although these besieged soldiers struggled to resist, they were as fragile as if they were to be slaughtered under Ling Muyun's hands. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the arrival of death. Gradually, many soldiers were panicked and in chaos. After all, only a few people could face death without any movement.

Feeling the pressure around him lightened, Ling Muyun was delighted and rushed straight out of the crowd. With his violent combat power and high light skills, although hundreds of soldiers were surrounded, Ling Muyun was like a swimming fish swimming upstream in the crowd and swam towards the outside. Anyone who blocked the way, kill him! He soon broke out from the siege and drove away.
Chapter completed!