I can fish for anything

Chapter 126 Battle! !
"You are dying, is there any use in asking?" The middle-aged man sneered.

"Of course it works." Jiang Zhihao slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist, and stabbed Zhang Jiashun's chest with a backhand without warning.

"Sovereign, you..." Zhang Jiashun spat out blood, his face full of shock.

He didn't even understand how Jiang Zhihao knew that he was in contact with the Brahmins.

With the long knife drawn out, Zhang Jiashun's body fell down slowly.

All the disciples of the Qing Lingzong were at a loss.

This knife is made of special materials, and a waterproof substance is applied on the surface. Jiang Zhihao flicked the blade, and the blood on it immediately gathered at the tip of the knife, and then dripped down drop by drop.

"Everyone, don't panic, this person, like Feng Qingyang, colluded with Brahmins and tried to annex my Qing Lingzong!"

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples of the Qing Lingzong were in an uproar.

Zhang Jiashun is an old man of Qing Lingzong. After three generations of suzerains, he has made great contributions to the development of Qing Lingzong.

Unexpectedly, he would also betray Qing Lingzong.

"Sect Master Jiang is really smart. He even dug out Zhang Jiashun, but what's the use of that?" The middle-aged man sneered.

"Why is it useless? Wouldn't it make you despair before you die?"

"Is Sect Master Jiang very confident?"

"of course."

"When you report to Lord Yan and ask how you died, you will say that you died from arrogance!"

While speaking, the middle-aged man raised his arms.

Then I saw that he threw a small white ball in his hand.

"Wear a mask!"

As Jiang Zhihao yelled, all the disciples of Qing Lingzong took out their protective masks from their bosoms.

The white ball exploded with a bang above the disciples of the Qing Lingzong, and then white smoke began to fill the air.

This is a drug specially prepared by Brahmans, and the medicinal effect is very strong.

As long as they smell it, people with poor physique will directly fall to the ground and become unconscious.

People with a slightly better physique will also feel weak in their limbs and be at the mercy of others.

Fortunately, including Jiang Zhihao, all members of Qing Lingzong wore protective masks.

This mask is also specially made to block all harmful gases.

The middle-aged man was startled again when he saw that the people from the Qing Lingzong were actually prepared.

But at this time, he couldn't allow him to think too much, and followed him to show the long knife.

The disciples of more than 100 Brahmins all rushed over.

The middle-aged man finally felt guilty. Although they were evenly matched in number, this was his territory after all.

But Jiang Zhihao was relaxed from the beginning to the end.

The long knife in his hand pointed directly at the Brahmins.

"Kill me! Not a single one!"

hoohoo!

The disciples of the Qing Lingzong roared and killed the Brahman disciples as if they had been on a stimulant.

The Brahmins were not to be outdone, and they all shouted to fight.

The two sides fight together instantly, there is me in you, and you in me.

Although the three elders were old, the lethality they displayed terrified the Brahmins.

At first, the Brahmins thought the three of them were just three bad old men and wanted to take advantage of them.

Unexpectedly, more than a dozen people did not take advantage of it, but lost their lives in vain.

So far, around the three elders, a vacuum within a few meters has been formed.

The Brahmins avoided their sharp edge one after another.

Gao Yang held a soft sword and shuttled back and forth among the crowd.

Don't look at his young age, but he is not soft-hearted.

Every time the sword was swung, some Brahmin disciples fell down.

The middle-aged man swung his knife to force back the three Qing Lingzong disciples who were besieging him, and scanned the battlefield.

Brahmins, less than 50 people can stand.

And he himself was seriously injured.

There is no way to fight this battle. If we continue to fight, I am afraid that everyone will die here.

Why haven't those people appeared yet? When I leave alive, I must go to the sect master to complain.

He turned around and ran towards the door, and suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he had lost all strength.

He subconsciously looked down, and there was a long sword on his chest from his back.

puff!
The corner of Gao Yang's mouth smiled evilly, and he drew out his long sword.

As the middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground.

Gao Yang shook his long sword, which was like a spirit snake.

huh~
Gao Yang swayed and joined the battle group again.

Secretly, Lu Feng led more than 100 Lingyun Sect disciples, waiting for Jiang Zhihao's signal, but they didn't wait for it.

Impatient, he called Jiang Zhihao, but the reply he got was, keep waiting!

The leader of the Brahmins had already fallen, and the remaining 50 or so Brahmins had no intention of fighting and began to flee for their lives.

Jiang Zhihao had given an order not to stay, so the disciples of the Qing Lingzong began to chase after the victory.

Not long after, three Brahmin disciples were brought before Jiang Zhihao.

"Tell me, where are your people?" Jiang Zhihao asked the three of them with a long knife in his hand.

The three showed fierce expressions. If they hadn't been detained by the disciples of the Qingling Sect, they would have rushed towards Jiang Zhihao a long time ago.

"I didn't expect it, but I have a lot of backbone."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhihao raised his knife and dropped it, and one of the Brahmin disciples moved his head on the spot.

The bulging head rolled to the ground, and at the broken neck, blood gushed out like a small fountain.

Hot blood splashed on the other two Brahmin disciples.

As disciples of Brahmins, they have their own beliefs and are not afraid of death, but the death method of being beheaded makes them feel palpitations and fear.

"Ask you again, where are your people?" Jiang Zhihao put the knife on the neck of one of them again.

The man squeaked and still refused to speak.

Swish!
As Jiang Zhihao raised the knife and dropped it, another head fell.

He didn't stop, and pointed the knife at the last place: "Did you say?"

"Say, can you spare me from dying?"

"of course."

"Okay, I hope you can keep your promise. We still have more than 30 people in the Xi'an Hotel in the DC area."

'Go on. '

"You guessed it right, we did bribe Zhang Jiashun and deliberately let him convey false news to you, and then we will use our tricks to annihilate you in one fell swoop when your Qing Lingzong clears the nest."

"Sect Master Jiang, I didn't expect you to see through our plan."

"These more than 30 people must have not shown up for a long time. That's because they knew the battle situation here and learned that they could not get any benefits, so they had already evacuated."

Jiang Zhihao nodded without speaking, and stabbed the man's heart with a knife.

The man died before he could react.

Jiang Zhihao blew his whistle, and then directed the Qing Lingzong to clean up the battlefield.

These people came to China not just to annex Qing Lingzong.

Judging from the chat discipline between Mo Bai and Feng Qingyang, these people not only do bad things in China, but even want to develop local disciples, gradually eroding the thoughts of Chinese people.

Of course, these people are killed quickly, and there is no need to talk to them about humanity, including this food factory, which was completely burned by a fire.

(End of this chapter)