Chapter 56: Blood Transformation Divine Art
This ugly gentleman Luo Zhen told these words in a leisurely manner.
Su Mo listened to it, and although his expression did not change, his heart was beating fast.
Liu Suifeng was seriously injured?
Good and evil are coming at the same time!
However, no matter good or evil, none of them left...
If this is true, then what is going on inside Yuliu Villa?
Who took these heads?
This ugly gentleman Luo Zhen speaks in a clear and logical manner, and it doesn't seem like he is making things up.
But even so, Su Mo still snorted coldly: "Where is Yuliu Villa? How could be seriously injured? Senior, are you lying to me, a young man?"
"... You kid, how can you still talk about the code of conduct ? You beat and scold your seniors at will, who would dare to lie to you? I still carry the letter my friend gave me."
As he spoke, he reached into his arms, took out a letter and was about to hand it to Su Mo.
"Wait a minute, senior, open it yourself and spread it out for me to see."
There was no way Su Mo would accept something of unknown origin. There were many TV dramas showing the trick of hiding poison in letters.
"You are quite alert."
Luo Zhen had no choice but to take out the letter, spread it out and showed it to Su Mo.
Under the moonlight, Su Mo read all ten lines at a glance.
What he said in his heart was indeed as Luo Zhen said, but whether the content was true or false was still another matter.
Su Mo was about to say something, but Luo Zhen had already seen the room full of heads.
He had just arrived and saw a dead body in front of the door of Pinjian Tower, so he thought of coming over to eavesdrop.
However, he didn't expect that as soon as he put his ear close to it, Su Mo noticed it and pulled him out.
After the conversation, how could I dare to distract him? Su Mo is a person who cannot be dealt with. If something goes wrong, he will really beat people...
So, it wasn't until now that I had time to look around.
After taking a look, he was horrified: "This...what's going on? Has Yuliu Villa turned into a demon's den?"
Su Mo saw that he didn't look fake and shook his head gently:
"I just came here, so I don't know the situation here."
Luo Zhen had already searched them one by one, carefully distinguishing each head, and comparing them with the names below, looking for familiar faces.
After a long while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, my friend is not here. Otherwise, he would have become like this when we met again the day before yesterday. It was really pitiful. Although he is not as handsome as me, he at least looks like a human being. If he became like this, it would really be..."
Having said that, he suddenly thought of something and looked abruptly at the corpse at the entrance of Pinjian Tower.
He had just seen it from a distance, but now he could see it clearly: "Wang Mangzi?"
Wang Taiheng was indeed a reckless man. This ugly gentleman was always merciless in his words and simply gave people the name Wang Mangzi.
Just when he looked up, he couldn't help but glance at Su Mo: "Did you kill him?"
"If I killed him, how could Senior be alive now?"
Su Mo's mouth twitched.
Luo Zhen shrank his neck even more, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Su Mo's words made sense, but he was still a little unwilling: "These days, the younger generation in the martial arts world really don't know what it means to respect the elderly..."
While muttering, he came to Wang Taiheng's body.
Looking closely, his brows were getting more and more furrowed.
"How could this be..."
With a thought, he suddenly reached out and pulled open Wang Taiheng's collar.
Then, a palm print was seen on Wang Taiheng's chest.
The palm print was more than half an inch deep and dark in color. The skin on the edge of the palm was knotted together, spreading in a spiral shape across the body from this point.
Su Mo had never expected such a move, and couldn't help but frowning: "What kind of palm technique is this?"
"Black Heart Palm."
I didn't expect Luo Zhen to say it so casually.
Su Mo looked at Luo Zhen with a strange look.
Luo Zhen didn't seem to be joking at all, his face was uncertain: "How could it be this martial art? The Youquan Sect has never been active in this southwest area, could it be that..."
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at Su Mo.
But Su Mo had put on deerskin gloves at some point, and he reached out to pull Wang Taiheng's body back from the ground, then walked upstairs without thinking.
At this point, Luo Zhen just woke up from his dream and hurriedly followed Su Mo.
But when Su Mo reached the stairs to the second floor, he stopped, listened for a moment, and then flew up.
He glanced around the building and saw that this floor was also filled with shelves filled with sparse human heads.
"What's wrong?"
Luo Zhen hurriedly asked in a low voice.
Su Mo shook his head slightly and said nothing more. The scholar before should be the Poisonous Scholar Ye Yichen written on the shelf.
Su Mo saw with his own eyes that he entered the Pinjian Tower through the second-floor window.
But now the person disappeared.
It wasn't just the second floor, the entire Pinjian Building was peaceful and quiet, without a single noise.
But this was not the time to pursue this issue. He came to the window, pushed it open to reveal a line, and saw two people flying across the air.
The first person was no one else but a swordsman from the Tiandao Sect.
It was said on the shelf that these two people were abandoned disciples of the Tiandao Sect, one was called Jiang Jiuge and the other was called Jiang Jiuchou.
Su Mo couldn't tell who was who between the two people.
And the one chasing after him was Liu Qingkong.
The swordsman suddenly turned around before he landed on the ground, and swung the sword in his hand. A ray of sword light suddenly broke through the wind.
Liu Qingkong at this moment seemed to have been reborn compared to what he had seen before.
As his robe sleeves rolled, a blood-colored energy actually wrapped around his body, and when the knife light came close, it had already disappeared into thin air.
The swordsman was not surprised. As soon as his toes touched the ground, he rushed forward, blade raised, and his aura spread all over the place.
When the Tiandao Sect's swordsmanship was displayed, it was truly magnificent. From time to time, sword energy passed through the ground, leaving deep marks.
However, Liu Qingkong put one hand behind his back and let the sword energy cut across his body vertically and horizontally, but it did not hurt him at all.
Suddenly, Liu Qingkong stretched out one hand, and with blood surrounding it, his five fingers formed into claws and grabbed the swordsman's blade.
Although he was just a mortal, he could grab the knife with his bare hands and there was a sound of metal .
There was also a wisp of blood-colored true energy entwined around him. The swordsman's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to work as if carving with a knife or an axe. However, the bluestone under his feet cracked into pieces, which showed that his internal energy had reached its peak.
At this moment, the blood-covered blade suddenly began to decay, and then it was destroyed.
The swordsman's eyes suddenly changed, but even at this moment, he did not let go of the handle of the knife, but just pulled away.
He wanted to retreat, how could Liu Qingkong let him retreat?
The claws were filled with true energy and went straight towards the swordsman's face.
"Blood Transformation Divine Art!"
Su Mo heard Luo Zhen's voice, with a slight tremor.
But he did not look back at him, but looked up into the air, and saw a blood-red blade suddenly falling from the sky and slashing directly at Liu Qingkong's palm.
The person who drew the sword was not another swordsman from the Heaven Sword Sect, but the woman who always looked at him with a half-smile...
The name on the shelf should be hers...Blood Mandarin Duck Knife, Ling Hongxia!
