"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

At this time, the middle-aged scribe had disheveled hair and empty sleeves. The magic weapon was destroyed and the connection between the two ghost hands was severed, which brought terrible backlash to him.

All I saw was that his eyes were blood-red, and no matter where he looked, they were all red.

Black, viscous blood seeped out from the tip of the nose, along the lips and chin, and dripped onto the uppers of the shoes.

Looking at the fire storm that had not dissipated in front of him, the middle-aged scribe's hazy mind suddenly jolted, and he regained some clarity.

"Run away quickly, I have to find the prince. The prince must have a way to save me, there must be!"

Just as the middle-aged scribe struggled to cheer up and was about to escape deeper into the mansion, his ears twitched slightly and he heard the fierce sword wind coming from behind!

"Not good!"

He was just about to turn around and confront the enemy, but his extremely poor condition at this moment did not allow him to mobilize his magic power immediately, not to mention that without his hands to assist in pinching spells, his casting speed would be even slower.

The middle-aged scribe could only watch in despair as the terrifying female swordsman leaped up, cut away the escaping flames with one sword, and came towards him with the sound of wind and thunder.

Pfft!

In the end, the middle-aged scribe didn't even have time to hold up a spiritual shield before a sword pierced his heart and passed through his chest. All his strength was instantly dissipated.

He opened his mouth slightly, turned around tremblingly, looked desperately towards the depths of the mansion, and shouted hoarsely, "Brother, save me."

However, everything was silent and there was no reply.

The middle-aged scribe was stunned for a moment, then sneered and fell to the ground like a wooden stake. When he was dying, he looked at the bloody sword tip on his chest.

Oh, it's actually his own black blood sword.

Liang Xiao sighed, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Qin Long's right hand, and looked through it.

Then he took out a rejuvenation charm and stuck it on it, and the slight burns between his palms and fingers healed instantly.

"He is already dead. Why are you so anxious? You still have to use that rotten sword that has been roasted to the point of losing its spirituality."

Liang Xiao could see it clearly just now, when he used the magical weapon Fire Chi Bead that he had just sacrificed to unexpectedly destroy the opponent's ghost hand and magical weapon.

Qin Long could no longer suppress his murderous intent, so he flew out, directly caught the hot soft sword in mid-air, and sent the middle-aged scribe to hell neatly.

Even though she had magical power to protect her body, this move still caused burns on her plain white palms.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. It feels good to kill the enemy with my hands. He is just the first one."

However, Qin Long seemed not to care and smiled at Liang Xiao.

Then she looked at the sword named "Luo Shui" on her waist and said: "I have a sword move that is very powerful, but it takes some time to build up the sword's power. You can't use the sword easily, so I used it."

His."

"What swordsmanship is so mysterious?"

Liang Xiao's eyes were strange, he touched the scabbard and felt the past carefully.

Sure enough, he felt a layer of condensed special magic power from the sword on Qin Long's waist, locking the energy of the entire long sword.

Unexpectedly, even the spiritual light and sword energy of the spiritual weapon itself were suppressed to almost nothing.

It is conceivable that if you use a sword, it must be a terrifying blow that leaves the enemy defenseless.

"It's a true swordsmanship called Four Symbols Swordsmanship. This style is called Qinglong Hidden Pearl. Do you want to learn it? I'll teach you!"

Qin Long raised the corner of his mouth and put a hand on Liang Xiao's shoulder, but was ruthlessly pushed away by the latter.

"I can't bite off more than I can chew. Next, I have to learn weapon refining from the old ghost. How can I practice swordsmanship!"

Liang Xiao curled his lips and put the tank at the door into the Qiankun Bracelet. He tried his best to keep his face as straight as possible, showing that he didn't care so much.

It can be said that he is a Liang Daguan, handsome and talented.

He also has a good understanding of most spells, otherwise he would not be able to practice the Ghost Shadow Step to perfection within three years.

But only for some swordsmanship and knife skills, his understanding is almost as bad as his spiritual talent.

As early as when he was young and holding a sword, he desperately knew that he was probably not good enough to be a swordsman in the world.

But now, maybe there is an opportunity to change the swordsmanship qualifications of the next generation?

Liang Xiao knocked on his forehead, put aside those random thoughts, greeted Pandora, and the three of them walked towards the depths of the mansion.

I saw that the General's Mansion occupies a huge area, with various scenic courtyards, ponds, lakes, and water terraces to enjoy along the way.

Not only is there a tall wall outside the mansion, but there are also an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard inside the mansion.

However, what made Liang Xiao slightly concerned was that since entering the mansion, except for the middle-aged scribe he met at the door, he had not seen any living person.

It was eerily quiet inside the empty mansion.

Coupled with the gloomy and depressing weather these days, people feel a chill in their hearts.

"What the hell is Yan Wujie doing? We all came to the door. Why haven't you come out yet? Could it be that he escaped?"

Qin Long frowned and thought of a possibility, holding the sword with a little force.

Liang Xiao thought for a moment, shook his head, and said: "It shouldn't be the case. The strength we revealed, that is, in the middle stage of normal Qi training, we relied on the power of the puppets to defeat the Imperial Guards."

"Yan Wuji is a ninth-level Qi practitioner and has been in the Yan Kingdom for many years. I don't believe him if he doesn't arrange any tricks in his hometown. This is his home field. There is no reason for him to not even test it.

Leave easily."

Qin Long nodded and suddenly remembered what the middle-aged scribe did before he died. He was obviously looking for someone to ask for help, so he informed Liang Xiao about it.

"That's right. Yan Wujie must still be in the mansion. The man who controls the ghost hand has asked for help deep in the mansion. Let's just kill him all the way there. However, something is going to go wrong. There must be something strange. What's the matter?

Be careful."

The three of them increased their speed a little and quickly passed through the outer courtyard.

Pandora punched out, destroying a section of the wall of the inner courtyard, and what she saw was a long corridor.

As soon as Liang Xiao and Qin Long walked in, they looked at each other and noticed something unusual.

"There's actually fog in front of me. Hey, it's not normal water mist. This fog is actually light red, like blood!"

"No wonder I didn't see anyone along the way. The smell of blood here is so strong. Did they all die here?"

Liang Xiao wrinkled his nose slightly, caught a wisp of blood mist that escaped from the distance, and rubbed it with his fingers. His fingertips were already moistened with blood.

Sure enough, I guessed it right, this thing is made of blood, and it even has a trace of undetectable temperature.

It makes people feel nauseous for no reason, and it makes people think that maybe this ray has just spurted out from the blood vessels of a certain human body.

"Since the other party has taken action, I have no reason to stop here!"

Qin Long's eyes were firm, and the blood mist in front of him almost covered the entire inner courtyard, making it inevitable to avoid it.
Chapter completed!