Brother, Stop Doing It, You Are A Villain!

Qingdi City in the middle of the night was dark and peaceful. Except for some places that operate at night, other buildings stand quietly in the night.

On the street with few pedestrians, except for the night wind that blows from time to time, there is no other movement. No one noticed that there was a black shadow 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, 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 guardian, and has killed countless people for Chi Xuan.

He never asked about Chi Xuan's arrangements. Whatever Chi Xuan asked him to do, he would do. Although his strength was much stronger than Chi Xuan's, Chi Xuan's cruel personality made him dare not go against Chi Xuan's decision. He understood that sooner or later, Chi Xuan would be the master of the Nine Nether Sacred Land, and at that time, he would be able to ascend to the sky after he had done a great job in protecting the Dao, and become the powerful Elder of the Nine Nether Sacred Land.

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 with no chance of reincarnation.

This evening, Chi Xuan gave him another order to assassinate Lin Xiaoran's fiancé, Feng Shao. He has taken this kind of order many times before, and the order he received today should be the same as usual.

Maybe……

For some reason, Elder Ying suddenly felt a little heart palpitations, which he had never felt before when he acted. As a cultivator, the higher the Realm, the higher the sensitivity to danger. He didn't dare to underestimate the feeling of palpitation, and looked around vigilantly. But no matter how he probed, he still couldn't find the source of the palpitations.

Standing in the shadows, Mr. Ying pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Friend, please show up!"

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

Hearing this, Elder Ying couldn't help frowning. As he expected, someone was indeed watching him. However, when he wanted to identify the other party through the direction of the sound, he found that the other party's voice was ethereal and vague, and it was impossible to detect the specific direction at all.

Yinglao knew that he had encountered a strong 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 indifferently: "Your Excellency, please show yourself! Playing tricks is not in line with your status."

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

Ying Lao sneered: "If you don't even dare to show up to see it, then please avoid it immediately! Nine Nether Sacred Land, you can't afford to mess with it!"

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

This time, the opponent didn't hide his own position, and Yinglao locked on the opponent's position in an instant. He didn't even think about it, he shook his hands repeatedly, and a series of shadow blades came out of his hands, shooting towards the direction of the sound.

This is one of Yinglao's special skills. Countless people have died under his special skills, and many of them are stronger than him. However, to his surprise, after throwing those shadow blades out, there was no effect at all. He didn't smell the smell of blood, nor heard the cry of pain. He quickly fixed his eyes, but saw a graceful woman walking quietly.

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

After a while, the woman came out from the shadows. Ying Lao looked at the other party and said in a difficult tone: "It turned out to be you, Fairy Leng Yue!"

Leng Ling Yue, the fairy of Leng Yue, was once known as the "Knife Emperor of Leng Yue". Its illustrious reputation was completely earned. And one of its most famous features is the cold moon double swords in its hands.

The long knife in the right hand is called Wangyue; the short knife in the left hand is called Shuoyue.

Leng Ling Yue stopped, looked at the old man in front of him who almost hid his whole body in the darkness, and said indifferently: "I have come out. Now please let me see how the Nine Nether Sacred Land is not easy to provoke! "

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

Leng Ling Yue shook his head and said: "I have already said that if I show up, then some things cannot be easily resolved."

Yinglao felt bitter in his heart.

Although he is confident in his own strength, he is not at all sure that he can defeat Leng Ling Yue. Chi Xuan looked down on Leng Ling Yue because he was ignorant and fearless. But Yinglao knows the ability of this Leng Lingyue.

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

Yinglao knew that he might be planted today. Up to now, the only thing he can do is fight to the death.

As for the option of escaping, it simply doesn't exist. Because I haven't heard of anyone who can escape under Leng Ling Yue's hands.

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

Leng Ling Yue stayed where she was, motionless, as if she hadn't reacted at all.

However, in an instant, something happened suddenly!

Under the cover of the night, shadow blades shot towards Leng Ling Yue from all directions. Leng Lingyue snorted coldly, swung the moon-watching sword with her right hand, and a full moon seemed to appear vaguely behind her. Immediately, the moonlight burst out, and a sound as dense as popping beans sounded. Countless shadow blades were swept by the moonlight and dissipated one after another like snow meeting the melting sun.

At the same time, Leng Lingyue's left Shuoyue dagger hovered lightly around her fingertips, and then she flicked her hand, drawing an arc from the air, and piercing into the darkness.

Then, there was a scream, and a figure stumbled out of the shadows.

Although it was only a brief fight, Elder Ying's body was already densely covered with knife marks, and he didn't know how Leng Lingyue did it.

Ying Lao gritted his teeth and once again hid himself in the darkness. Moments later, a three-foot long knife flashed from Leng Ling Yue's right side, and swept across Leng Ling Yue's neck.

Leng Lingyue's expression remained the same, and with a wave of Mochizuki's long knife, the attack was parried.

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

But Leng Ling Yue turned around with light steps, and easily dodged this strike. While dodging, she held the Shuoyue dagger in her backhand and slashed back!

There was another faint scream, but Ying Lao still didn't show up, and attacked Leng Ling Yue again from another angle.

The two attacked and defended, and they fought dozens of times in an instant. However, no matter what direction Yinglao attacked from, he was easily blocked by Leng Lingyue. Not only that, Leng Ling Yue took advantage of the opportunity to counterattack every time he switched attacks.

It is obvious that Lao Ying is the one who attacked, but after this fight, he was the one who was scarred.

Another knife was cut open by Leng Lingyue. This time, Leng Lingyue seemed impatient and kicked back. There was only a muffled groan, and a figure was kicked out of the shadows, flying a full dozen meters before falling heavily to the ground.

Ying Lao struggled to stand up again, looking at Leng Ling Yue with a trace of desolation in his eyes.

He never thought that one day he would face such a desperate situation.

Leng Lingyue looked at Yinglao with a calm expression, as if the fierce fight just now was not even a warm-up for her. She said lightly: "If you only have this ability, then you can only die here today."

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

Leng Ling Yue snorted coldly: "I also think that kid is not pleasing to the eye, but what are you Nine Nether Sacred Land who dare to touch people in my Yunjian Pavilion?! I came here to prevent old people like you from The guy shot. As long as I am here, none of you old guys can touch him!"

Elder Ying gritted his teeth and said, "But you can protect him for a while, but you can't protect him forever! Even if I, Nine Nether Sacred Land, don't make a move, there will still be masters from other forces attacking him. You want to protect him? Can you protect him? "

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

Ying Lao was speechless.

"Okay, I've had enough fun. Do you have any last words for your holy son? I can show mercy and pass them on for you." Leng Ling Yue laughed.

Elder Ying couldn't help cursing inwardly. This is murder! It was clear that he was leaving a last word, but in fact he clearly wanted to use this opportunity to drag Chi Xuan into trouble!

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

Seeing that Yinglao didn't say a word, Leng Lingyue showed disappointment on his face: "It seems that you have no last words. If that's the case, then you can go on your way!"

As he spoke, Leng Lingyue waved his long knife, and a ray of moonlight flashed across Yinglao's neck. Then, one of Yinglao's head was seen rolling to the ground like a ripe melon.

After killing Elder Ying, Leng Ling Yue meaningfully glanced in several directions, and then left calmly.

In the night, whispers could be faintly heard. But this sound was hidden in the wind, but it was like falling leaves, without the slightest ripple.

There was only one decapitated corpse, lying prone on the silent street.