When he arrived at Zhong Huangyu's side, he only heard a few "dangdang" sounds.

The arrows that broke through the air seemed to have been shot down by some hidden weapon that whistled up sharply in mid-air, and they all landed not far behind him, and someone secretly helped him knock out the long arrows that were shooting at him. He couldn't care so much anymore, he clenched the big knife with both hands and raised it, and the big knife turned into a momentum like a broken bamboo, and slashed towards Zhong Huangyu.

"Shaft, you dare." Zhong Huangyu was completely shocked by the scene in front of him, and he felt that the peerless master who could watch it in this life had no regrets in his death.

Just as he was sighing, he realized that the sharp sound of breaking the sky was coming towards him, and he was shocked and angry when he saw it. He let out a loud shout, and his hands struck hastily towards the long knife that had turned into a big fist.

With a "bang", Zhong Huangyu's right fist hit the back of the big knife, and the big knife made a deep groan, and the sound of deep groaning did not stop for a long time.

Ling Tianyun only felt that his hands were trembling, his arms were numb, and the big knife was almost about to be taken off. He bit his breath and sank into the dantian, waved his big knife and slashed at Zhong Huangyu again.

"Poof." With a sound, Zhong Huangyu took the knife again, but his face turned red, his body staggered, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

His eyes flickered, and his body suddenly fell to the ground, and the gaze in his eyes was dull, as if he had lost consciousness.

Ling Tianyun was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to pounce on Zhong Huangyu, who had fallen to the ground.

"Bold, dare to hurt my Zhong family elder." Several figures immediately rushed out and rushed towards Ling Tianyun.

Ling Tianyun looked at these dead soldiers of the Zhong family, his face sank, and the big knife in his hand was picked up again, turning into layers of sword shadows and enveloping those people.

There was another dense sound of breaking the sky in the air, and the long arrow shot towards Ling Tianyun with a whistling sound.

In front were the dead soldiers of the Zhong family, and then the long arrows from the dense crossbows.

At this moment, a figure burst out of the crowd, and instantly crossed Ling Tianyun and came behind him. I saw that the man's body jumped a few times, and the dense long arrows suddenly disappeared, and they were all caught in his hands.

The crisis behind Ling Tianyun was resolved, but the few dead soldiers of the Zhong family who pounced on him were still dragging him down.

Ling Tianyun wanted to catch Zhong Huangyu who fell to the ground, and those Zhong family dead soldiers wanted to block him, and for a while they were glued to each other.

The other martial cultivators had not yet recovered from the white light, and they were still immersed in this shocking picture.

As the saying goes, one punch is hard to defeat four hands, and Ling Tianyun alone resisted the few dead soldiers of the Zhong family who rushed forward, and gradually became a little overwhelmed. His only helper, the old man with a thief's eye, was behind him, helping him clean up the arrows from the crossbow.

Ling Tianyun was slashed in the chest by a dead soldier of the Zhong family, and his feet were hooked by a dead soldier holding a double-hook weapon, and suddenly his feet were blurred with flesh and blood, and he ignored the pain of tearing.

Suddenly, blood flashed in front of his eyes, and a dead soldier was split by him, and a body of blood splattered and splashed on his eyes.

He only felt that there was blood in front of him, and there was no other color except blood.

Suddenly, his heart trembled violently, and a little red glint appeared in his eyes. He didn't notice it at all, he only felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and his whole body seemed to be filled with infinite power.

The red glow in his eyes grew larger, and began to fill his entire eyes. A trace of excitement that had never been felt before suddenly surged into his heart, and the depleted true qi in his body was bubbling out like a spring at this time. That true qi instantly flowed all over his body, and the meridians of his whole body were like warm spring water moistening them.

At this time, he only had endless killing intent in his heart, his eyes began to turn completely red, and a strange light shot out of his eyes, shooting straight towards the dead soldiers in front of him.

As soon as the dead soldiers met his gaze, suddenly, their whole bodies tightened, their hairs stood upside down, and a coolness rose behind them that they had never felt before.

There was a panicked look in their eyes, looking at Ling Tianyun who was coming towards them.

At this time, Ling Tianyun was flying wildly, his whole body was splashed with blood, and he had just returned from the killing battlefield like a demon god.

The broadsword he raised slashed straight at the dead soldiers in front of him, and the endless sharp sword qi turned into a stream of incomparably bewitching magic blades. The dead soldiers hurriedly raised their weapons to resist, but unexpectedly, there was a "click", and the weapons in their hands were cut off in response.

They only felt a chill all over their bodies, and they all looked down at their bodies.

"Ah," a terrifying cry sounded, and their bodies were already cut in two, and blood splattered in all directions. Several dead soldiers watched their bodies turn in two, and they let out the last tearing horror sound of their lives, and they fell to the ground in anger.

Ling Tianyun only felt that there was only one belief in his mind, and after killing all the people on the other side, he poured all the active true qi into the big knife in his hand, and swung it forward with all his might.

After that, he only felt a burst of collapse all over his body, and the knife almost drained his whole body of strength. The big knife in his hand was so heavy that it almost fell from his hand to the ground. He endured the collapse of his body, and he almost fainted. He stood on the ground with the broadsword and shook his body a few times before it steadied.

"Hurry up and catch that bell rain. I can't stand the old thief anymore. An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears.

But it was the old man with the eyebrows and rat eyes, only to see that he was in disarray, panting, and his feet were already full of long arrows, and it seemed that the arrow feathers shot by the "princes' crossbows" were not easy to catch, if he wanted to hide from the old man, it should not be a problem with his light skills, but he dodged, then their plan would fail.

As soon as Ling Tianyun bit the tip of his tongue, a tingling pain suddenly came from his brain, but this tingling made him sober up a lot, and the red glow in his eyes gradually subsided with his tingling pain.

He stared forward, but was stunned by what he saw.

I saw that three or four dead soldiers in front of me were cut down in a pool of blood, and the intestines of the bloody flowers flowed all over the ground, and the blood gushed straight out, and the dead soldiers had already died of anger. There were still two dead soldiers with big frightened eyes, as if they had seen something most terrifying, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and the weapons in their hands shook incessantly.

Ling Tianyun was also stunned when he saw this, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Ah", the two dead men screamed in surprise when they saw each other coming towards them, threw their weapons away, turned around and fled in all directions like headless flies.

"Why are you still stunned, hurry up and catch that old man Zhong as a hostage." A loud shout sounded behind him, and the old man must have been unable to resist it.

He didn't have time to appreciate his results again, so he dragged his tired body to the front of Zhong Huangyu, and found that the other party's eyes were demented, as if he had fallen into some magic, and there was no movement.

He picked up the other party, raised the knife under his neck and shouted, "Stop."

It was only a few breaths of time, and the crowd didn't understand what was happening, their eyes still staring at the dazzling light.

The dazzling light gradually began to fade, and was beginning to recede like a tide, and with that light retreated was a churning dust and flying sand and rocks shooting in all directions.

When everything was calm, they noticed that the two figures began to become clear after the dust had cleared.

Wanyan's invincible figure remained the same, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at each other lightly, not even a little dust on his body. The old monk was in a mess, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his loose sleeves were torn open and turned into strips of cloth hanging on him.

The old monk's face was pale, and his thin hands had been cracked, and a little blood stain was visible. But the old monk smiled, opened his mouth full of blood, and showed his old black and yellow teeth, and he smiled, and he smiled so happily.

Everyone looked at all this with a confused face, and the details of the scene in front of them were that the old monk lost, and he lost so embarrassed, but why did he laugh, and he laughed so happily.

"The master has good means, and the chess is high, and the national teacher admires it, that's it, it's enough."

After Yan Invincible only said this, he turned around and walked away, walking towards the gate of the dojo.

Ling Tianyun touched Zhong Huangyu and looked at the invincible face who came with a nervous expression, and behind him was also the old man with a nervous face.

At this time, Zhong Huang already had him in his hands, and the warriors of the four corner towers never used the powerful crossbow again, because they were afraid of hurting Zhong Huangyu by throwing rat traps.

"It's a pity, otherwise it will be another wind love knife in ten years."

When Wanyan Invincible passed by Ling Tianyun's side, he said a sentence inexplicably. After speaking, he walked straight towards the gate, and everyone could only watch his departing back, and they didn't dare to vomit.

The figure in the white robe arrived at the gate in an instant, and did not see any movement from him, but disappeared again in the blink of an eye, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

There was silence in the entire martial arts hall, and the dozen or so foreign martial cultivators didn't know what was going on, maybe they were still intoxicated by the battle just now, or maybe they were already numb and didn't know that they were far away from the crisis.

"Brother Ling is very skilled, I admire him." ，

At this time, a figure appeared beside Ling Tianyun like a ghost, but this person was Zhong Jianhong, the eldest son of the Zhong family.

I hadn't seen him today, and his strange appearance at this time made Ling Tianyun's heart feel terrified.

"Brother Zhong is really at the right time, I don't know if this bargaining chip can protect me and wait for the rest of the group to go out." Ling Tianyun tightened the Zhong Huangyu in his hand, the big knife was pressed against his neck, and he said to Zhong Jianhong lightly.

Zhong Jianhong's eyes flashed with a hint of danger, he pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

Only then did the martial cultivators realize that they were safe, and the credit for all this was the young man in Xuanyi who was about seventeen years old.

The old monk spat out the blood in his chest and looked at Ling Tianyun with approval. Then he turned to Zhong Jianhong and recited the Buddha's name and said, "Master Zhong, it is really a sin and a sin for me to hold Uncle Ling hostage in order to save my life." I hope that the Zhong family will not create another killing in the future, and ask Lord Zhong to let him go. ”

The old monk's tone revealed a supreme majesty, so that people could not resist in any way.

As soon as Zhong Jianhong waved his hand, two warriors opened the door of the martial arts dojo.

All the martial cultivators cheered, they hurried to the gate, and being able to escape death was already the best favor of the heavens.

The old monk and the three of them were the last to go out through the gate, and they were still carrying the demented-eyed Zhong Huangyu in their hands. It was only when they walked out of the gate and out of the area of the "Princes' Divine Crossbow" that they stopped. And Zhong Jianhong and a samurai have been following them.

"Amitabha, what a sin. Uncle Ling will wake up in a day, and there will be no major problems. The old monk Ling Tianyun handed Zhong Huangyu back to Zhong Jianhong, and said politely.

After Zhong Jianhong thanked the old monk, he turned his gaze to Ling Tianyun.

And Ling Tianyun also happened to look at him, and the two seemed to have a tacit understanding and didn't say a word. They understand that after this time, they are the real enemy, or the kind of hostile relationship that has you and no self.

Fate may really play tricks on people, and the two began to get along like friends, and once cooperated to recognize the assassin wearing Zhong Tong's mask once. Now, whether it is in terms of family interests or enmity, it is impossible for the two to get along like friends. But not to mention that there was an even more conspiracy behind Zhong Jianhong, and Ling Tianyun faintly felt that this bigger conspiracy must be related to himself.

Zhong Jianhong looked up to the sky and sighed, and now the warrior helped Zhong Huangyu to walk towards the dojo.

This sigh is not only sighing at the trick of fate, but also telling the other party the helplessness in his heart.

This sigh, endless loneliness, and it is difficult to express their hearts, and after that, they are in an endless situation.

Ling Tianyun was also silent, he didn't know what the other party meant, but what could he do, fate could not be changed, he could only follow his own heart.

At this time, a dark cloud inexplicably floated in the sky above Lanzhou City, rolling in, gathering more and more.

The huge dark clouds were as fierce as a beast that covered the sky and the sun, and woke up those who were comfortable. They all looked up at the rolling dark clouds, and their hearts fluttered inexplicably, as if the dark clouds might swallow the entire Lanzhou City at any time.

(End of Volume 2)