V5.Chapter 31

The books in it are too precious. If one is really damaged, even Zhuo Shengfeng will feel unbearable.

So he deliberately made way and let the other party escape, but he had absolute confidence that as long as the other party really escaped from the room, he would definitely be able to intercept him halfway.

At this time, his two claws were already full of Qi, and suddenly issued, which was even more overwhelming.

He Yiming's body paused in mid air, as if a pair of invisible big hands had firmly tied his body.

But he didn't panic. With a shake of his wrist, the two wooden boxes immediately flew behind him.

The sneer on Zhuo Shengfeng's face suddenly solidified, and his heart was angry. It turned out that this person didn't forget to take two secret scripts when he was leaving. It was too much to deceive.

He loosened one hand, led the void, and moved the two wooden boxes to a corner easily. However, in front of him, there was a flower, and two wooden boxes hit him like faces.

Zhuo Shengfeng's face was livid. How many secret scripts did the other party take away?

He secretly vowed in his heart that once he captured the other party alive and pulled out his fangs, he would not survive or die.

With a sweep of his wrist, a soft force was sent out to lead the two wooden boxes away, but this time he was ready in his heart. He was afraid that the other party would not have only four secret scripts in his hand.

A flash of black light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and he said in his heart, sure enough.

However, this time, when he reached out, he suddenly found something wrong. It was not a wooden box that grew rapidly in his eyes, but a dark fork sword.

When the fork sword appeared, it was silent, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark. At the last moment, it spit out a snake letter, exposed its fangs, and bited hard at him.

Zhuo Shengfeng felt a chill in his heart. From this sword, he felt the powerful power, the sharp sharpness, and even gave him a feeling of facing death.

He hasn't experienced this feeling for hundreds of years since he was promoted to the throne and closed down here.

His eyes suddenly sank, and a white light instantly floated on his right hand, and condensed into a long sword.

As soon as the tip of the sword was picked up, a crisp "Ding" sound was sent out, which lifted the forked sword like a poisonous snake.

However, zhuoshengfeng's heart was not a little happy. He even used weapons to deal with a person who was not a venerable person. It was a shame to lose his face to grandma's house.

But somehow, when he saw this sudden fork sword, his sense of danger increased greatly, and he almost used his weapons without thinking.

At the moment when he opened the fork sword, he Yiming, who was originally imprisoned in front, suddenly made a force. While Zhuo Shengfeng's energy was mostly focused on the fork sword, in an instant, his true Qi was furious, shook open the imprisoned force, and flew out of another gate.

Zhuo Shengfeng snorted coldly, shook his body, and immediately chased up.

The moment he left the door, he glanced at the corner of his eye and swept on the fork sword.

He wondered why he was suddenly so careful about this inconspicuous fork sword, as if it was a more terrible existence than the man in black.

Before he was promoted to the venerable position, he also had a fight with the fork sword assassin of the yellow spring gate, but he never had a similar feeling.

At the same time, he also felt difficult to understand the practices of the people in black in front of him.

In his memory, this fork sword is their second life for fork sword killers.

The sword is in the presence of people, and the sword is lost. This is almost something engraved in the bones of these killers. But the other party did not hesitate to throw the sword out as a concealed weapon at the moment of crisis, which was also beyond his expectation.

However, at this moment, he had ignored many of them, and the figure had disappeared into the room before flashing.

After they all left, the forked sword on the ground suddenly moved unexpectedly. It turned into a water stain and quickly flowed towards the door, disappearing into the room along the dark corner.

One by one, the two people rushed out like two arrows, from the fifth floor to the first floor in an instant, and then rushed out from the entrance of a high tower.

The tower has twelve entrances, which is already dark at this time, but each entrance is guarded by a disciple on the ninth floor of Neijin and three disciples on the eighth floor of Neijin.

They were all facing forward, looking at the front with bright eyes, and suddenly felt something different behind them. Before they knew what had happened, the four people at the entrance felt their necks tightened, and then flew out like clouds and mist towards the rear.

As soon as they uttered a cry of surprise, they felt a slight push on their vests, and then stood firmly.

Throughout, they didn't even know what had happened, but in a blink of an eye, they had left their original position and stood in the middle of the tower.

The four people looked at each other, and a chill rushed straight to their heads along the spine.

Then they heard a long, sharp howl from outside the tower.

This long howl cut through the silent night sky and made the whole LingXiao Temple boil.

Jin Zhan jumped up as if he had installed a spring under his buttocks. He jumped out of the door and took a look at he Yiming's room.

There came the rhythmic sound of breaking the air like a machine.

Jin battle witnessed the first few moves of he Yiming's Kaishan 36 move last night, so even with his eyes closed, he knew that the young strong man in the room was constantly moving from the first move to the 23rd move.

However, he Yiming didn't use his internal strength in the process of this time, but continuously displayed these moves.

From the first form to the twenty third form, and then from the first form, the cycle seems endless.

Although Jin campaign didn't understand the benefits of such cultivation, when their cultivation reached their level, everyone had different cultivation methods that were specially suitable for themselves, so Jin campaign didn't mean to disturb each other's cultivation at all.

But at this time, hearing the long howling sound like a warning, he hesitated and said, "brother he."

The sound of fists and feet inside stopped, and then came he Yiming's unhappy voice: "brother Jin, what's the matter?"

Jin battle clearly heard the dissatisfaction in this voice, which is the inevitable reaction of anyone who is interrupted in the process of cultivation. He even believed that if he hadn't spoken himself, he Yiming would turn his face on the spot.

With a wry smile, Jin battle said, "brother he, martial uncle Zhuo has chased after someone who invaded our Lingxiao temple. Are you interested in going there?"

He Yiming's voice rang without hesitation: "brother Jin, I'm not interested."

After saying that, there was a sound of fists and feet breaking through the air again. He unexpectedly began to practice again and made it clear that he didn't want to pay attention to foreign affairs.

Jin battle shook his head slightly, and he rose up. The man was in the air, stepped out with one foot, and the space around his body was quickly pulled close in front of him. When he landed with one foot, it was already dozens of feet away.

However, he did not know that although the person in the room was he Yiming, the expression on his face was extremely stiff.

I don't know how long it took, a piece of water stains flowed out of the crack of the door. These water stains came into the room and rushed towards he Yiming.

He Yiming stopped punching and looked down. One of his feet was suddenly missing half, and these water stains came to the gap under his feet, so they absorbed it and completed his foot.

Then he raised his head, and his eyes lit up, shining like the little sun.

On the other side of the tower, the Qilian double demons stood up almost at the same time. Their eyes looked at the roaring place, and there was an excited light eager to try.

Another old man's voice suddenly sounded, "what are you going to do? Don't forget, this is the Lingxiao temple, not our blessed land. Don't go out and cause trouble."

Qilian double demons looked at each other and sat down helplessly.

The demon said in a deep voice, "master, listen to this howling, it seems that someone is asking for help."

Although each sect has different signals for help, most of them are similar,

The old man nodded slowly and said, "yes, this is the howling sound of the Lingxiao temple for help and warning, and the person who made this howling sound is still a venerable."

"Venerable?" Qilian double demons looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Even the venerable must scream for help, which is too unacceptable.

The old man frowned, and gently recited several names in his mouth. But soon, these names were crossed out by him.

Although these people were powerful masters of famous people hundreds of years ago, the old man firmly believed that they would never provoke LingXiao palace.

After a long time, the old man sighed deeply and said, "the west is in chaos, is it the Western venerable..."

After the long roar of Zhuosheng peak, the whole tower was also a sensation.

Although no one knows how many venerable old monsters are in the Lingxiao temple, these old guys somehow recognize Zhuo Shengfeng's voice.

Because he is the venerable guard of the arsenal. Although his cultivation is not the top among these strong men, his responsibility is the most important.

Just a few moments later, several figures had flashed before the gate of the arsenal. When they entered the arsenal, they saw the mess in the library at a glance, and everyone's face was a little ugly.

Two of them looked at each other. Without saying a word, they turned and left.

The rest of the people opened another door with magic weapons. These people breathed a sigh of relief. At least the magic soldiers didn't lose anything.

In the subsequent sorting, they also found that although most of the wooden boxes had been moved, the books inside were intact, which was a great blessing in misfortune.

But Xiao was so, and their faces were also quite ugly. It was absolutely intolerable that someone had made an idea to the arsenal of LingXiao palace.

Looking in a certain direction, there are three dignitaries going out to hunt. They should be able to get it at hand.