Bad People Started as an Undercover Xuanming Sect

Chapter 115 Chapter 115

"Everyone, why did no one tell my old lady about such a lively event, but look down on my old body? Or...the people behind my old body are not worthy enough?"

Granny Meng came slowly, followed by the black and white impermanence who went back and forth, with a menacing aura, and the invisible deterrent instantly suppressed the murderous intent of Tongwenguan.

That's right, they are acting under the nose of the bad handsome, aren't they afraid that he will settle accounts and retaliate?

In fact, they were terrified to death, but not now.

Because offending bad handsome will die, but disobeying the orders of the people behind them, they will die immediately.

It's just a matter of dying sooner or later.

With the appearance of Meng Po, the situation in the field is ambiguous.

Both sides are afraid, so it depends on who has the bigger bargaining chip.

At this time, Fake Li sneered, looked at the ghost king Zhu Youwen, whose face became increasingly ugly, and said, "Ghost king, what do you say?"

Zhu Youwen looked at the black and white impermanence who had no bottom line betrayal, and was so angry that his teeth were about to be gritted. A pair of red tiger eyes stared at Granny Meng, and said gloomyly: "Grandma Meng, you dare to come back as a bad undercover, really! When everyone is afraid of the bad guy, can't he be handsome?"

Hearing this, fake Li smiled triumphantly, regardless of whether the ghost king Zhu Youwen is an enemy or a friend, but the conflict is already clear at this moment, as long as you help him deal with Li Xingyun, then everyone will be friends.

"Ghost King, we will not interfere with the family affairs of your Xuanming Sect. As for the treasure box in your hand, it depends on whose luck it is."

Fake Li said in a loud voice, picking out the news that the Longquan treasure box was in Zhu Youwen's hands, and beckoned to Li Keyong who was on the side with his eyes, telling him to do it as soon as possible.

"King Qi, I will leave your family affairs to you. Before dark, His Highness wants to see the result."

Hearing this, Li Maozhen's brows sank, the eyes of different colors flashed, and the phantom sound art burst out with the world's best speed, and Li Maozhen teleported directly from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain across a distance of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.

Brother and sister meet again at this moment, already in dire straits.

"Let's go now, and I can keep you alive."

Song Shuiyun sneered, pulled out the Zixiao Sword and looked at each other coldly.

If we can't agree, we can only do it.

Li Maozhen sighed, and a surge of true energy in the palm of his hand condensed and turned into a ball of purple lightning, which flashed in an instant.

Song Shuiyun stabbed straight with the sword, the sword edge lingered with purple sword energy, and Li Maozhen's qi ball was hit by the sword, immediately bursting out with poor energy.

"kill!"

The sect masters of the Tongwen Museum attacked together and besieged Li Xingyun and Zhang Zifan.

And Meng Po and Black and White Wuchang are also entangled by the ghost king Zhu Youwen.

Shangguan Yunque and Wen Tao cooperated with each other, but the Tongwenguan soldiers couldn't stop them, but the repeated attacks of Li Cunren, Shang, and many sect masters made them too busy to take care of themselves, let alone Li Xingyun's safety.

And the shadow behind Li Keyong has been secretly accumulating energy, ready to attack at any time.

In the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, Li Cunren and Shang deliberately avoided Zhang Zifan, but this kid was determined to advance and retreat with Li Xingyun. The golden thunder and lightning were like a dragon storm, and Li Cunren's desperate attitude gave Li Cunren a headache.

Her life is still in his father's hands, how dare she really do anything to him.

At the same time, at the rear of the fake Li camp, a handsome man with white hair in a bun quietly appeared.

"who?"

The Tongwenguan killer guarding at the rear noticed something strange, immediately drew out his dagger, and stared at the man fiercely.

Beside the Tongwenguan killer, a soldier of the Qi State looked up and was frightened.

"Yes...is that you?"

The Tongwenguan killer still wondered what this person's identity was, and he was too timid to scare the soldiers of Qi State into such a state.

He sneered in his heart, insinuating that Qi Jun was just like this, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and a strong sense of suffocation hit him, and he buried himself in the soil in an upside-down position, and after a few thumps, he was gone again. movement.

A golden gleam appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, and he looked at the soldiers of Naqi State with a murderous look.

"Big, my lord..."

Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand to gather his breath, and the internal force of Shenzhao Gong was transformed into an air blade, and the sword sliced ​​through the man's breastplate, revealing a wound that was neither deep nor shallow.

"This scar, I left it, is the glory of your life."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuanqing shifted his shape and changed positions, passing by in a flash.

The Naqi soldier fell limply to the ground, touching the wound on his chest that was neither painful nor itchy, and crying bitterly on his back at the surprise of his remaining life after the catastrophe.

It's terrible, gathering energy into a blade, how can this be a dimensional martial arts.

Mixing rivers and lakes to fight for wealth?It's a joke, you're dead, you're playing with the riches!

He immediately took off his armor and threw away his spear, took the money from the dead man, swore that he would never get involved in disputes between rivers and lakes, and ran down the mountain all the way.

now.

Zhang Yuanqing, who had already entered the mountain, killed all the way, using his own three success powers to gather energy into a blade, and cut everything he passed, without interruption.

Swinging the sword casually, no matter who the person blocking the way is, he will die without a whole body after the blow of the sword.

The smell of blood filled the entire mountain, Zhang Yuanqing walked through the blood-soaked soil, walked through the mud, and went straight to the top of the mountain.

Li Keyong, who was watching the battle on the top of the mountain, finally sensed something was wrong, and turned his head to look at it with a sense of feeling. He stared at it, but he didn't see anything wrong.

"What's wrong?" Fake Li asked suspiciously.

Li Keyong heard the words, pondered for a moment, and said: "It seems that some serious guy has come."

Hearing this, Fake Li's heart trembled suddenly.

"Could it be that Yuan Tiangang is here?"

Li Keyong shook his head, feeling a little different. This person's aura is extremely domineering, exactly the same as Yuan Tiangang's, but his aura is full of yin and yang, unlike Yuan Tiangang's blazing sun-like inner aura.

"It should be...he is here."

Li Ke said in a deep voice, in this world, apart from Yuan Tiangang who can have such extraordinary martial arts, that is the only man, and he is also the man he hates and least wants to see.

"Zhang Yuanqing!" Fake Li tremblingly said, not knowing why, a strong fear welled up in his heart.

He looked at Zhang Zifan, who was covered with bruises all over the mountain, his face became paler, and he couldn't help leaning towards Li Keyong.

"Guru~"

The sound of swallowing saliva came, the air seemed too quiet, even the wind was too lazy to move, and the voice in my ear... became more and more blurred.

Only Li Keyong's face was dignified, and the one eye under the white eyebrow showed a frightening light.

You really came.

At the foot of the mountain, a green leaf fell leisurely.

In the battlefield, swords and knives shine, hidden weapons fly, and murderous intent pervades.

Zhang Zifan vomited blood, and his handsome appearance was a little more embarrassed, but at this moment, the fallen leaf quietly appeared, and in his eyes, the color gradually faded.

Not only Zhang Zifan, but the entire mountain, everyone's eyes lost color, and there was no sound.

In an instant, the whole Liangshan is like a delicate and messy ink painting.

As time passed, everyone noticed something was wrong.

The five senses are disappearing, and the skill is suppressed to the point where it is almost impossible to use it.

what is the problem?

Zhang Yuanqing strolled over to the top of the mountain, and stood beside the pale and trembling Fake Li.

Between heaven and earth, a pair of pupils rose from the sea tide like the sun and the moon, hanging in the sky, shining like a ghost, full of oppression.

"Everyone, have you had enough fun?"

(End of this chapter)