【Lewen】. Alas, for you to read wonderfully.

"The head of the family, Ling Duozhi has entered the palace." A Zhong family warrior bowed down and reported to Zhong Jianhong, who was standing in the stone pavilion in the courtyard. At this time, the sky was slightly dark, the lead clouds covered the entire sky, the drizzle was still falling, the fog began to rise, and a strange breath arose. The grass and trees were rolling down droplets, and the weak leaves could not bear the weight of the raindrops.

Zhong Jianhong looked at it very carefully, as if he hadn't heard the warrior's report, a faint light flashed in his eyes and fell into the trees in the courtyard. The gorgeous brocade robe highlighted his slender body, the meticulously combed hair was blown by the breeze, and the elegant temperament suddenly appeared, and the handsome face was filled with a cold breath, which was very different from the elegant temperament.

"Okay, got it, you can step down." Zhong Jianhong dismissed the reported warrior in a light tone. As the warrior left, his face moved, and began to become distorted, shooting a hideous look from his eyes, "Ling Tianyun, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being too self-righteous, this time you father and son will die in Huangquan. He muttered in a low voice, the slender hands began to exert force due to his distorted face, and the stone pavilion wooden handrail was grabbed by him hard, "click", and the wooden handrail cracked in response.

A figure appeared silently behind Zhong Jianhong, but Zhong Jianhong already knew the identity of the comer without looking back. "Ling Duozhi has returned to the palace, as we expected, it seems that Ye Yinfeng told him the whole thing, but he wanted to fight and break into the palace to catch the fake emperor." Zhong Jianhong didn't look back, but his eyes fell on the front, and he said lightly to the comer.

Ling Duo's heart was too anxious, and he still had a talisman in his hand, but he didn't use the talisman to break into the palace himself. He has always won with strange tricks, but this time he was still expected by us. He thought that the palace was Baishui Pass, and he could retreat if he wanted to enter, but I was afraid that he was fighting fiercely with those monsters now. Zhong Cangfeng didn't care that Zhong Jianhong didn't look back, he walked slowly to Zhong Jianhong's side and said lightly.

"Then our Zhong family is going to see a lively show, and by the way, we will make a favor and sell it to those monsters." Zhong Jianhong's eyes showed a hint of banter, and he said with anticipation. If Ling Duozhi could be caught from that palace, then Ling Tianyun would definitely be subject to the Zhong family.

"The old man hasn't watched a good show for a long time, so how could he miss this dragon fight. In addition, he stared at Ye Yinfeng and the others, as long as they went out of the inn and surrounded them, they must not be allowed to break into the palace. Ling Duozhi will die in the Jinyang Palace today. ”

Because those eunuchs had isolated Ling Duozhi's strong aura, the guards beside the soft sedan car had finally recovered. There was a look of horror in their eyes, and they hurriedly helped the emperor who was trembling all over, and they didn't know what was going on, they only felt that their whole body was pressed by a mountain, and they couldn't move for half a minute. As the mountain weight lifted, they realized a bad feeling.

Fake Liu Yu was helped down from the soft sedan chair by the group of guards in a panic, and they walked towards the pavilion on the side in the drizzle. For these four savior-like eunuchs, their eyes could hardly hide their joy, but for Ling Duozhi's pervasive terrifying aura, their hearts were filled with powerless fear.

Ling Duozhi drew the saber and threw it aside, the rain running down his knife-like face, the well-fitting suit already wet with the rain. His eyes showed an unprecedented solemnity, even in the face of tens of thousands of Khitan iron horsemen, he had never been so solemn.

The saber in his hand reflected a cold luster, and also reflected the four pale faces with a sickly flush, and the rain began to be divided by the aura of confrontation. The rain kept falling, but the eyes of the five people facing each other shot a bright light like lightning, and there was only one opportunity left, and the battle broke out suddenly.

The four eunuchs dragged out the remnants of the Dao in the rain, and the dust in their hands was even hidden in the rain, and the swift figure came to Ling Duozhi's side in an instant. Then, the four whisks rolled up the rain in the sky, and with a snorting sound, they shot towards Ling Duo. The four of them stood in front of Ling Duo in four directions, left and right, and as soon as they struck, it was a thunderous blow, without any compassion.

The sword light swept up, Ling Duo's figure swirled like the wind, and the rain flew upside down beside him, and the steady pace stepped solidly on the ground. Wisps of knife light flashed a layer of bloodthirsty bright red, reflecting the rain surging wildly, his face was solemn but his eyes were like blazing lightning, his wrist flicked lightly, and the rain became layered, and the silky rain turned into a curtain of water to protect his body.

The long knife groaned wildly, rolling up bursts of ripples, and the dust that kept flying on the four handles stirred the breath and rain around it. The sound of "swishing" breaking the air was endless, and the five figures were intertwined like a stream, and then the breath on the five people surged again, and the rolling breath was intertwined with the rain, and the white mist that melted into the sky was formed, and the tricky dust always emerged from the white mist that surged from the sky.

Ling Duozhi waved his saber and opened and closed widely, even though it was the sword technique of marching to break the enemy, this kind of sword technique of opening and closing pulled the four tricky dust. For a while, in the midst of the rain curtain of the five-person battle, there were bursts of sharp and piercing sounds from time to time, and there were also several dull sounds.

When the four eunuchs saw Ling Duozhi's wide-open and closed sword technique, a look of solemnity suddenly appeared on their faces, their eyes looked at each other, and the silk thread in their hands was like a sword with a dazzling cold light, and the silk thread that was as white as rain silk condensed into a bunch. The true qi in their bodies surged out, condensing the incomparably sharp silk thread into an even more bizarre sword. As if they had four extremely sharp swords in their hands, they raised layers of cold air and rolled up life-threatening moves towards Lingduo.

Faced with the changed tactics of these four eunuchs, Ling Duozhi's face became even more solemn, and the saber in his hand groaned faintly. And the stronger bloody aura on his body was also majestic, and his whole body was as steady as a rock, and his strong body like a mountain rolled up with a breath like a rolling wave. The eyes that were condensed like burnt eyes were even more like lightning, taking in every move of these four eunuchs.

The four cold swords that turned into dust rolled towards the vital points around Ling Duozhi like thorns, even if Ling Duozhi's sword light was more vigorous, there would still be flaws. Just when Ling Duozhi stabbed the dust at a strange angle with his backhand, a cold light silently struck from under his ribs, and the incomparably cold aura made the movements in his hands uncontrollable, and then another cold light quietly fell on his back.

With a "hiss", he had already been hit by a sword under his ribs, and the surging blood stained the rain red, and Ling Duozhi felt a cold true qi penetrate from his ribs, making him shiver. As soon as he turned around, he split the whisk with a backhand, and another heart-piercing pain came from his back, but before he could feel the heart-piercing pain, a stabbing pain under his feet made his whole body tremble, and his feet were wrong, and his body staggered.

Seeing that Ling Duozhi was seriously injured in three places, the four eunuchs brushed the dust in their hands and stopped the movements in their hands, they didn't have any emotional fluctuations in their eyes, they just looked at Ling Duozhi coldly. There was a bright and pungent smell of blood in the air, and it was the blood that flowed from Ling Duozhi's body that dyed the rain red.

With a single sword, Ling Duozhi's eyes flashed a hideous blood-red color, his face was like a demon god, and his hair was in a messy bun. Three unbearable tingles distorted his countenance, but there was a determined glint in his eyes. The saber that was stuck upside down on the ground was slowly pulled up by him. A palpitating glow began to flow in his reddish eyes, and a little bit of demon blood began to fill his pupils.

"Hehe, you don't distinguish between black and white, protecting the thieves and defeating the thieves, have you ever thought about why you protect the real purpose of this palace. Don't think that everyone in the world is mediocre, and don't think that everyone in the world is idiots. What's so great about the Dragon Hidden Palace, even if I don't have the strength to destroy the Dragon Hidden Palace, there will always be someone in this world. Ha, ha, ha???????" A trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of Ling Duozhi's mouth, and he said with a long smile as he looked up to the sky.

As soon as they heard what Ling Duozhi said, the faces of the four eunuchs suddenly changed a few times, and then their faces quickly returned to calm. It's just that an even more terrifying cold gaze shot out of their eyes, and the dust in their hands rose again, but they didn't immediately attack Ling Duozhi, but looked at Ling Duozhi calmly.

"What's the matter, I said that you are secretive, and I want to kill people. Ling was not afraid of the earth one day, and the Dragon Yin Temple was not afraid. The Dragon Yin Temple is the transcendent existence that surpasses the four ancient martial arts sects, you think that Ling doesn't know anything if he doesn't ask about the rivers and lakes. The blood stains overflowing from the corners of Ling Duozhi's mouth became thicker and thicker, and the aura that burst out of his body became stronger and stronger.

"General Ling, I don't know what you said, I'll wait for that sentence, as long as you quit the palace, we won't pursue it again. If you want to be obsessed, then don't blame me for hurting people. A cold light flashed in a eunuch's eyes and said to Ling Duozhi.

"Ha, ha, ha, a group of monsters who can't even be men, and they keep saying that they are hypocritical here. The four of you are afraid of being heard by those who are hiding in the shadows. Don't think that Ling doesn't know, God knows, you know what I know can never be hidden, and paper can't contain fire after all. Ling Duozhi slowly raised the saber in his hand, and he said mockingly to the four eunuchs.

"In that case, I'll be offended." The four eunuchs glanced at each other, and the dust in their hands rolled up a silk cold light, weaving a huge silk net and descending towards Ling Duo. At this time, the pale color on their faces was even fairer, and the sickly blood-red halo on their faces had disappeared into nothingness. The dust in their hands suddenly swelled several feet long, rolling away the rain that was falling from the sky, and dense white silks began to gather, and a huge net was about to be weaved.

Ling Zezhi's face did not show any panic, his eyes calmly watched the huge net take shape in the rain, a terrifying and terrifying aura suddenly rose, in an instant, the heaven and the earth seemed to become heavier, it was a long filament made of feminine and invisible true qi, one by one the filaments covered the heaven and earth, and a sense of oppression heavier than the mountains suddenly surged out of Ling Duozhi's heart.

"There are old people who smash mountains and rivers with knives, and the blood roars through the sky, turning into wind and clouds alone, and the heart of Mo Eye opens and descends to the dragon." Seeing this, Ling Duozhi did not rush to wave his sword to meet him. His face turned grim and he muttered. His voice was only audible to him, not even to the four eunuchs wielding the dust whisk in their hands. As his whispering voice gradually drowned out the rain curtain, the surging aura on his body began to grow stronger and stronger.

"Huh" Ling Duo's eyes shot a gaze that pierced the sky, and with a wave of the saber in his hand, a brilliant light flashed from the saber in his hand. But the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth was getting thicker and thicker, his feet sank slightly, and the brilliant light gathered on the blade of the knife became more and more dazzling.

Like a god of war, he raised the long knife in his hand and slashed towards the skynet.