Senior brother, stop it, you are the villain!

Qingdi City at night is dark and calm. Except for some places operating at night, other buildings stood quietly in the night.

On the streets with few pedestrians, except for the night breeze blowing from time to time, there was no other movement. No one noticed that there was a dark figure moving quietly in the night.

The reason why Ying Lao is called Ying Lao is because he has the ability to move in the shadows. He is good at hiding his aura, and as long as he is in the shadows, almost no one can detect him. With this ability, he has always served as Chi Xuan's protector and killed countless people for Chi Xuan.

He never questioned Chi Xuan's arrangements. Whatever Chi Xuan asked him to do, he would do it. Although he was much stronger than Chi Xuan, Chi Xuan's cruel personality made him dare not disobey Chi Xuan's decision. He understood that sooner or later, Chi Xuan would be in charge of the Nine Nether Holy Land, and at that time, he would be able to ascend to heaven with his merits in protecting the Tao, and become the most powerful elder in the Nine Nether Holy Land, one person lower than ten thousand people.

But if he dared to go against any of Chi Xuan's decisions, he had no doubt that Chi Xuan would wipe him out without blinking an eye, leaving him without even a chance to be reincarnated.

Tonight, Chi Xuan gave him another order. This order was to assassinate Lin Xiaoran's fiancé Feng Shao. He had received this kind of order many times before, and the order he received today should be no different from usual.

Maybe……

For some reason, Ying Lao suddenly felt a little palpitated. This was something he had never felt before when he acted. As a monk, the higher the realm, the higher the sensitivity to danger. He did not dare to underestimate this feeling of heart palpitations and observed his surroundings vigilantly. But no matter how he probed, he could never find the source of the palpitations.

Standing in the shadow, Ying Lao thought for a moment and then suddenly said: "Friend, please show up!"

After a moment of silence, a faint voice came: "Are you sure you want me to show up?"

When Ying Lao heard this, he couldn't help but frowned. As he expected, someone was indeed watching him. However, when he tried to identify the other party by the direction in which the sound came from, he found that the other party's voice was vague and vague, making it impossible to determine the specific location.

Ying Lao knew that he had encountered a powerful enemy. Reason told him that retreating in time was the best choice. But when he remembered Chi Xuan's methods, he decided to take a gamble.

So he said in an indifferent tone: "Your Excellency, please show up to see me! Pretending to be a ghost is not in line with your status."

A faint sigh came: "If you let me show up, then the matter will not be solved easily."

Ying Lao sneered: "If you don't even dare to show up, then please avoid it immediately! The Nine Nether Holy Land is not something you can afford to offend!"

After a moment of silence, a sneer came: "Oh? Then I'd like to see it."

This time, the opponent did not hide his position, and Ying Lao locked the opponent's position in an instant. Without thinking, he swung his hands and a series of shadow blades came out of his hands and shot towards the direction of the sound.

This is one of Ying Lao's special moves. Countless people have died under his stunt, and many of them are stronger than him. However, what surprised him was that after throwing out his shadow blades, they had no effect at all. He didn't smell the smell of blood or hear the cry of pain. He quickly looked around and saw a graceful woman walking quietly.

He couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly for a while, but the two bright lights, one long and one short, held by the other person's hands made him couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

After a while, the woman came out of the shadows. Ying Lao looked at the other party and said in a difficult tone: "It's you, Fairy Lengyue!"

Fairy Leng Yue, Leng Lingyue, was once known as the "Leng Yue Sword King". Its illustrious reputation is completely created. One of its most famous features is the cold moon sword in its hands.

The long sword in the right hand is named Wangyue; the short sword in the left hand is named Shuoyue.

Leng Lingyue stopped, looked at the old man in front of him who was almost completely hidden in the darkness, and said lightly: "I have come out. Now please let me see how difficult it is to mess with Jiuyou Holy Land!"

After Ying Lao was silent for a while, he said, "If I retreat now, can you just pretend that nothing happened?"

Leng Lingyue shook her head and said: "I have just said that if I show up, then some things cannot be easily solved."

Ying Lao felt bitter in his heart.

Although he was confident in his own strength, he was not sure that he could defeat Leng Lingyue. Chi Xuan looked down on Leng Lingyue because he was ignorant and fearless. But Ying Lao knew what Leng Lingyue was capable of.

This is a ruthless character who has just debuted and can confront the leader of Tianxin Sect head-on!

Ying Lao knew that he might be in trouble today. At this point, the only thing he can do is to fight to the death.

As for the option of escape, it simply doesn't exist. Because I have never heard of anyone being able to escape under Leng Lingyue's hands.

Ying Lao took a deep breath. The next moment, his entire figure disappeared into the night.

Leng Lingyue stayed where she was, motionless, as if she didn't react at all.

However, in an instant, something unexpected happened!

Under the cover of darkness, shadow blades shot towards Leng Lingyue from all directions. Leng Lingyue snorted coldly, waved the long sword in her right hand, and a full moon seemed to appear behind her. Then, the moonlight suddenly shone, and a sound as dense as popping beans rang out. Countless shadow blades were swept by the moonlight, and they dissipated like snow meeting the sun.

At the same time, Leng Lingyue's left hand New Moon short sword swirled lightly on her fingertips, and then she swung her hand, drew an arc in the air, and stabbed into a ball of darkness.

Then, a scream was heard, and a figure stumbled out of the shadow.

Although it was only a short fight, the old man's body was already covered with knife marks, and I don't know how Leng Lingyue did it.

The old man gritted his teeth and hid in the darkness again. A moment later, a three-foot-long sword flashed from the right side of Leng Lingyue and swept across Leng Lingyue's neck.

Leng Lingyue looked calm, and then swung the Moon-Watching Long Sword to block the attack.

Ying Lao missed the attack, but he didn't dare to entangle any more, and immediately became invisible again. But in the blink of an eye, another shadow blade slashed at him. This time, the shadow blade slashed from the lower left behind Leng Lingyue, aiming directly at Leng Lingyue's slender waist, as if to cut Leng Lingyue in two with this knife.

But Leng Lingyue turned around lightly and easily dodged the attack. While dodging, she held the Shuoyue short sword with her backhand and slashed back!

Another faint scream came, but Ying Lao still didn't show up, and attacked Leng Lingyue from another angle again.

The two attacked and defended, and they fought dozens of times in an instant. However, no matter where Ying Lao attacked from, he was easily blocked by Leng Lingyue. Not only that, Leng Lingyue also took advantage of the gap between his attacks to counterattack.

It was clear that Ying Lao was the one who attacked, but after this fight, he was the one who was covered in wounds.

Leng Lingyue blocked another knife. This time, Leng Lingyue seemed impatient and kicked back. With a muffled groan, a figure was kicked out from the shadows and flew more than ten meters before falling heavily to the ground.

Ying Lao struggled to stand up again, and there was a hint of desolation in his eyes when he looked at Leng Lingyue.

I didn't expect that he would face such a desperate situation one day.

Leng Lingyue looked at Ying Lao with a calm expression, as if the fierce fight just now was not even a warm-up for her. She said lightly: "If this is all you have, you will die here today."

After a moment of silence, Ying Lao asked bitterly: "Can you tell me the reason?"

Leng Lingyue snorted coldly: "I don't like that kid either, but what do you think of Jiuyou Holy Land? How dare you touch my people in Yunjian Pavilion?! I came here to prevent old guys like you from taking action. As long as I am here, none of you old guys can touch him!"

Ying Lao gritted his teeth and said: "But you can protect him for a while, but not for a lifetime! Even if my Jiuyou Holy Land does not take action, there will be masters from other forces who will take action against him. You want to protect him? Can you do it?"

Leng Lingyue smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I will kill one if one comes. If I kill enough, the rest will not dare to come."

Ying Lao was speechless.

"Okay, enough fun. Do you have any last words for your son? I can be merciful and help you pass them on." Leng Lingyue smiled.

Ying Lao couldn't help cursing in his heart. This is killing people and destroying their hearts! It was said to be a will, but in fact, it was clear that he wanted to take this opportunity to drag Chi Xuan into the water!

No wonder some people say that Leng Lingyue is not only extremely powerful, but also very thoughtful!

Seeing that Ying Lao said nothing, Leng Lingyue showed disappointment on his face: "It seems that you have no will. In this case, then you can go on your way!"

As he said, Leng Lingyue waved his long knife, and a ray of moonlight passed through Ying Lao's neck. Then, Ying Lao's head fell to the ground like a ripe fruit.

After killing Ying Lao, Leng Lingyue looked meaningfully in several directions, and then left leisurely.

In the night, the sound of whispering could be heard faintly. But this sound was hidden in the wind, but like a fallen leaf, it could not bring a ripple.

There was only a body with its head and body separated, lying quietly on the silent and deserted street.