Chapter 58 Room
Su Mo grinned, speechless for a moment.
Luo Zhen said Liu Suifeng was seriously injured.
Naturally, none of the people who chose to visit at this time had a pure purpose.
If this yard in front of me is really Liu Suifeng’s residence.
The old monk came here in the middle of the night, so his purpose is naturally hard to predict.
But we can't simply condemn someone as having ulterior motives.
In addition, judging from the actions of Ling Hongxia, the Blood Mandarin Duck Blade just now, she must have known that the old monk was here and deliberately lured Liu Qingkong .
Either he wanted to divert the trouble to someone else, or he wanted to combine everyone's strength and fight a decisive battle with Liu Qingkong.
But no matter how you put it, none of these people are easy to deal with.
There is only one Wang Taiheng...
So, he died.
At this moment, Su Mo was not in a very good mood.
The purpose of his trip was not to see the fight between some Jianghu people and the Youquan Sect.
He is here to deliver a dart.
Not seeing Liu Suifeng in the yard was definitely not good news for him.
In fact, the changes in the entire Yuliu Villa continued to make Su Mo feel unhappy.
He just came to deliver a package of convoy, but he couldn't find anyone to take over the package. How should he deliver the package?
This Youquan Cult is definitely related to Liu Suifeng's affairs. If Liu Suifeng really encountered an accident, I'm afraid I would not only have to escort him, but also rescue him...
He felt a little unhappy when he thought of this.
After doing so much work, even if there is a reward from the system, the one hundred taels of silver that Ji Shuhua spent is totally worth it.
I was just thinking whether I should go back and ask Ji Shuhua to add some more money, when I heard the great monk Jingkong speak in a cold voice:
"You are a demon? You are not the real Liu Qingkong, right? May I ask you why this huge Yuliu Villa has become a deadly place? Where did you take Liu Suifeng and the others in the villa?"
His eyes were still closed, his hands were clasped together, and Buddhist beads hung between his palms.
He lowered his head and looked down, and although his words were aggressive, his tone was as gentle as a warm breeze.
"Hey……"
Liu Qingkong turned over and got up from the ground, sighing softly: "What a great monk! The martial arts of Tianfo Temple are rare and unique in the world. Even if you spend your whole life, you may not be able to master them all. But you are still greedy and come to Yuliu Villa to look for the Sixteen-style Rainbow Heart Sword.
"Since you asked me where Liu Suifeng is now, why not tell me?"
He looked up at Master Jingkong and said, "Or, how about I take you to see him in person?"
Of course, this does not mean that he really wants to take Jingkong to see Liu Suifeng.
The monk lowered his eyebrows and said without smiling: "I am afraid... the donor does not have the ability to do this."
"The great monk had better not be careless."
The door of the room opened at this time, and Ling Hongxia stepped out, holding two blood-red daggers in her hands. She stretched her body first, and then spoke:
"The people of Youquan Sect have a strange martial art that is very difficult to predict. One of the two Tiandao Sect brats is dead, and the remaining one has lost his sword. The Blood Transformation Art is extremely troublesome. Don't be careless, or you will be beaten into a mummy. It will not decay for a thousand years, but it is not because of the indestructible body. If you spread this back to Tianfo Temple, your disciples will laugh at you for hundreds of years."
This woman is pretty, but her mouth is not so good.
There was a sense of laziness in his words, but his eyes were sparkling with brilliance.
The person from Tiandao Sect who was following behind her felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.
Looking at the half-broken sword in his hand, his expression became even gloomier. It was obvious that the Tiandao Sect's internal strength had not been fully practiced.
The monk's face was calm when he heard this: "So the donor is from Youquan Sect, but your sect has always been isolated and entangled with many sects in East City. How did you come to this southwest place?"
"The monk talks too much."
Liu Qingkong smiled softly, "I don't have time to waste here with you. Tonight is bloody, and most of the disciples in the sect have gone to the blood pool to practice. I am a pity that I am arranged to clean the yard here. Regardless of what abilities you have, just come together. After I deal with you, I will go and get rid of the other little bugs. Only then can I have peace tonight."
Having said this, he did not actually wait for Monk Jingkong, Ling Hongxia and others to take action first.
A flash of blood suddenly appeared around his body, and a bloody shadow was left out of thin air, but his real body was nowhere to be found.
Ling Hongxia's eyes flashed, and the two swords in her hands suddenly pierced through the void, but slashed at the man from Tiandao Sect one foot away.
Her move came out of nowhere, and the man from Tiandao Sect was startled. He thought that Ling Hongxia was planning to fight internally, so he was about to withdraw when he saw a pair of claws reaching the bloody dagger.
With a ding sound, the touch of fingers and blade once again produced the sound of metal clashing.
"Blood Shadow Spectroscopy!?"
Monk Jingkong snorted coldly, stamped his foot, and punched through the air.
With Ling Hongxia's double swords in front of him and the big monk's fists at his side, "Liu Qingkong" did not waver at all. Blood flashed all over his body, and with the sleeves of his robe shaking, he first shook off Ling Hongxia's double swords, and then his other hand exchanged three moves with the fists of monk Jingkong in an instant, and finally forced monk Jingkong back with one claw.
"Vajra Arhat Fist? Nothing more than that!"
He stamped his feet and rushed up, leaving Ling Hongxia and the people from Tiandao Sect behind and heading straight for the great monk Jingkong.
These two men, one has mastered the inner strength of Buddhism and can perform various boxing techniques with ease.
The other one had blood-colored true energy rolling, and his claws were so fierce that he looked like a mad devil dancing.
In the blink of an eye, the fight began.
Ling Hongxia and the people from the Tiandao Sect were unable to get in for a while, not because their martial arts skills prevented them from getting close.
It’s because they are not on the same path with each other, and their understanding and familiarity with each other’s martial arts are far from enough.
If we intervene rashly, it will not achieve the effect of joining forces against the enemy, but may only hinder each other and make both sides panic.
But not taking action does not mean that they did not participate in this battle. The aura of both of them was completely locked on that "Liu Qingkong". If there was any flaw, it would surely be a shocking blow.
While the guys below were fighting fiercely, the rest of the huge house was still eerily quiet.
There seem to be countless dangers hidden in the dark night.
Su Mo touched his chin slightly, then suddenly moved and came down from the roof.
Luo Zhen was stunned, and after hesitating for a moment, he actually followed Su Mo.
The two men bypassed the people who were fighting fiercely and entered the big house in the yard through the back window.
"Is this really Liu Suifeng's room?"
Su Mo glanced at him slightly and raised his brows.
The room is simply furnished, but at this moment, sword marks are everywhere!
The ground, the top of your head, the wall...
Deep and sharp, the sword energy is condensed but not dispersed, and it is faintly painful to the eyes!
