Danwu Xiehuang

Chapter 135 Playing cards out of common sense
Although he was dressed in shabby and ragged clothes, the thin body of the middle-aged man had an indescribable majesty.

The two captains of the Yin Demon Guard were also on the verge of a formidable enemy.

"Who are you, and why are you like this?" Ji Ming, the leader of the Yin Demon Guard, looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes and shouted.

The middle-aged man took a sip of wine with a gourd, opened his mouth and hiccupped, and the smell of wine swept away, rippling in the courtyard.

"The way I played, don't you feel full of malice? Isn't the reason for the villain to come to the door to cause trouble?"

"I smelled the smell of your sect from a long distance away. Now, the smell of wine is overflowing, and it smells much better."

Ji Ming glanced at Yang Song, another team leader beside him, and the two nodded slowly, reaching a consensus.

With a gesture, the members of the Yin Demon Guard moved accordingly, forming a formation, with two people as the eyes of the formation, pressing towards the middle-aged man.

Under the blessing of the formation, the strength of the two small captains who were originally the peak of viscera refinement directly reached the realm of transformation.

The weapons in the hands of the two people in the metamorphosis state were glowing with pitch-black light, their kung fu was running, and they each held their weapons and attacked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't change color in the slightest in the face of this attack, he didn't back down, he didn't hide, he swallowed another mouthful of wine.

"This bad smell is coming again."

Following the man's soft sigh, he opened his mouth, and the smell of alcohol gushed out. A gust of wind suddenly rose between the sky and the earth, and the wind whistled, turning into thousands of blades spinning and flying towards the formation formed by the Yin Demon Guards.

The formation formed by the Yin Demon Guards is like a whole, all of them draw their swords and draw their swords, and the skills from the same source make them incomparably compatible.

The countless wind blades were also blocked, and Ji Ming and Yang Song rushed out of the wind blades, hitting the middle-aged man with a sword and a whip with vicious force.

In the realm of metamorphosis, the offensive is fierce, the vitality of the heavens and the earth is rolled up and attached to the sword and whip, and the vast vitality gushes out.

The sword moves and the wind rises, the whip falls and thunder sounds.

Facing the attack of the two warriors in the realm of transformation, the middle-aged man had contempt in his eyes.

"The smell of wine covers your stink, and I won't get your smell if I shoot."

The middle-aged man's voice was not low, anyway, what Ji Ming and Yang Song heard was true.

Such insulting words made Yang Song's eyes turn red, but Ji Ming's eyes were slightly fixed.

For some reason, he felt a sense of danger.

This feeling made him very uneasy.

Who is this middle-aged man?

The sword and whip came in front of the middle-aged man, he just raised his hand lightly and pressed it.

The space seemed to be imprisoned, and everything was still. Ji Ming and Yang Song felt as if they had fallen into a swamp, unable to move.

This is an extreme form of repression.

The crushing from the realm made Ji Ming and Yang Song deeply feel powerless.

Gritting his teeth, Ji Ming exhausted all his strength and thought power to activate a blood-red charm on his body.

After the blood-red spell was activated, it spread in the space, wrapped Ji Ming's body, turned into a blood-red cocoon, broke through the confined space and flew out.

The middle-aged man frowned, with an expression full of displeasure, snorted coldly, and waved his hand, a golden and shining mace flew out from the void, hitting the blood-red cocoon.

The mace returned to the middle-aged man, and all the Yin Demon Guards were reduced to powder under the palm of the middle-aged man.

The squad leader in the metamorphosis realm has no power to resist at all.

"This Linyang City seems to be unable to live in peace."

Looking into the distance, it was the direction where the blood-red silkworm cocoon flew out just now. The spell must have been made by a strong man, and the middle-aged man's mace only severely damaged the round cocoon, but did not kill Ji Ming in it.

However, the middle-aged man doesn't bother to pay attention to the little guy who is still alive.

For him, killing this group of Yin Demon Guards is just something that can be done casually, and chasing and killing them is very cheap.

After taking a sip of wine, the middle-aged man walked out of the courtyard, and the courtyard behind him was in a mess.

In the distance, a blood-red cocoon streaked across the sky. Inside the cocoon, Ji Ming's blood vessels burst and blood spread all over his body, making him look extremely miserable.

The perfectly round cocoon wrapping Ji Ming is already full of cracks.

With a heavy muffled sound, the cocoon fell to an open space on the outskirts of Linyang, and the cocoon, which was full of cracks, finally shattered under the load.

Ji Ming rolled out of the cocoon.

Panting heavily, Ji Ming had wounds all over his body, and his bones were shattered by the blow.

Da da da.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a hint of surprise flashed in Ji Ming's eyes, and he opened them with difficulty.

A young man with two beautiful maids by his side, a black dragon horse behind him, and a burly man.

This is a young man.

Jiming thought so in his mind.

One of the gentle and pleasant maids looked at Ji Ming's scarred appearance, and there was a hint of sympathy and pity in his eyes.

Although it was difficult for Ji Ming to speak, he could see the maid's expression, and seeing the sympathy, Ji Ming felt a bit of joy in his heart.

I just heard the maid say to the young master: "Young master, this man was seriously injured for some reason. He looks so miserable. Let's help him end it."

There was a gloomy look in Ji Ming's eyes, and he looked at that son, full of pleading.

The young master smiled slightly, with a hint of evil charm in his smile.

"Qiu Ling, are you so cruel now?"

Looking at Ye Chen's face, Qiu Ling blushed a little, but her eyes were full of seriousness.

"Young master, I'm not cruel. I really can't tell the good from the evil of this person, so I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. This kind of decision is very vicious, so just take it as my decision. You don't have to bear any responsibility. guilt."

Looking at Qiu Ling with a serious face, Ye Chen glanced at Dong Qing who was beside him, and it was obvious that his maid's current level of thinking was greatly improved by this heroine.

Dong Qing knew what Ye Chen was thinking, she shrugged her shoulders: "I just told her the ugly and sinister side of this world, and she has a high level of comprehension and thought of everything else by herself."

In fact, what Dong Qing did was the right thing, after all, the Ye family was destined to stir up the situation and no longer hibernate, so sooner or later these things will come into contact, and it is not a bad thing to know now.

Ye Chen rubbed Qiuling's head, messed up the black and beautiful hair, and said in a gentle voice: "I don't want you to bear such a bad reputation, and there is no such thing as a bad reputation. My son's business I can't tolerate other people's gossip."

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen looked at Ji Ming, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state. He frowned. In this eventful autumn, the seriously injured people who appeared here really couldn't make people let down their vigilance.

(End of this chapter)