Chapter 68, treacherous [, please collect]

Lingxiao Tower did not go directly into the valley, but stayed in the cracks of the mountain wall, hiding itself. Then he took out the slender steel pipe from his camouflage pocket and took out a bag of embroidered needles shining with cold light.

Sneer!

Three embroidered needles flew out of the steel pipe in a row, stabbing two Lu guards and a white-robed man. In a sound, three people fell down. There are only two people left in the valley who can stand. One is Tie Laosan, and the other is a middle-aged man with a drooping left arm.

At this time, Tie Laosan's angry voice came from the valley: "Who is it? Get out of here!"

Ling Xiaolou shot four cold embroidered needles in a row. Unfortunately, Tie Lao San and the middle-aged men were prepared, and the embroidered needles could not hurt the two people. Slowly walked out of the cracks in the mountain wall and stood at the mouth of the valley. He said calmly, "It's me, Lingxiao Tower!"

"Ling Xiaolou!" Tie Laosan clucked his teeth and said with his eyebrows, "Didn't you... escape? Why did you come back?" With that, he slowly retreated, away from the man in white, staring at his opponent while paying attention to Ling Xiaolou.

"Little... guy, give me a hand and kill him! I, Bai Lianjiao, will never treat you badly!" The middle-aged man with his drooping left arm was panting.

"Do you dare?" Tie Laosan's face suddenly changed, and his heart sank, "Ling Xiaolou, these are the remnants of Bailian. If you are with them, be careful of your Ling family's bad luck!"

"Is it?" Ling Xiaolou rushed to Tie Laosan like a cheetah, and the dark and dull knife directly cut his head!

This knife is heavy and powerful, and it is not fatal. The Lord is suppressing it!

Sure enough, Tie Laosan waved the steel knife across the block, with a sound of the blade, and the short knife and the steel knife hit hard. Tie Laosan took three steps back in a row, his face was red and white, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. He was exhausted and could hold on until now. He couldn't resist Ling Xiaolou's attack at all.

Taking advantage of this gap, the short knife in Ling Xiaolou's hand gently scratched two scars on Tie Laosan's body and kicked Tie Laosan away. The sad iron man hit the mountain wall three times, and then slid down the mountain wall.

"You..." Tie Laosan was shocked and angry, and then his consciousness was swallowed up by the darkness and fell into a coma.

"Good!" A middle-aged man cheered behind him, and his eyes lit up: "The little brother has such amazing knife techniques at a young age! It's not true that heroes come out of teenagers!" With that, his face was full of smiles: "My little brother helped me get rid of a big enemy, who is my friend of Bailian."

"I'm Feng Ming, the captain of the guard under the left guard of Bailian!"

"Ling Xiaolou!" Ling Xiaolou said lightly.

"It turned out to be Brother Ling!" The middle-aged man said loudly, "Brother, can you help me into the cave? I can't help it. The injury is too serious and it is difficult to move.

"Yes."

Ling Xiaolou slowly walked to the middle-aged man. When he was still three meters away, the middle-aged man suddenly burst out, and the silver sword in his hand danced out sword flowers, confusing his eyes. But the real silver sword took his throat.

Ling Xiaolou quietly bent down and squatted, leaned slightly forward, and waved a short knife to draw an arc and cut horizontally. He expected that the other party would sneak up on him and was ready to deal with it. His blood demon, who killed countless people, was very sensitive to the murderous spirit. The murderous spirit emitted by the middle-aged man was very weak, but it was clearly captured by him.

The short knife made a wound in the middle-aged man's leg. His body rolled twice in a row in the air, avoiding the other party's silver sword, and then landed and stabilized his body. The whole action was completed in one go, with attack and defense, both offensive and defensive, which failed the middle-aged man's purpose, but was severely calculated by him.

"You..." The middle-aged man wanted to say what you did, but it seemed that he had attacked first and snorted angrily: "What a treacherous boy!"

"Each other!"

"Do you want to be the enemy of my White Lotus Religion?" The middle-aged man looked ugly and said, "I, Bailian, teach millions of people. If you are our enemy, there will be no good end. You and your family will be destroyed by us!"

"Can you... represent the White Lotus Religion?" Ling Xiaolou sarcastically said, "Even if you can represent Bai Lianjiao, do you think there will be a second person here who leaked that I killed you?"

"You!" The middle-aged man's face became worse and worse. He said in a low voice, "Do you think you can kill me?"

"I believe in myself."

"Haha..." The middle-aged man laughed. I don't know if it was angrily or something else. He smiled for a long time, and his eyes narrowed: "Brother Ling is worthy of being the dragon among people. I, Feng Ming, am convinced and completely convinced."

"Thank you for your praise!" Ling Xiaolou arched his hand lazily.

"Brother Ling, I'm here to chase me and teach rebellion! I don't know if my brother has ever seen a beautiful woman? The middle-aged man did not mention the tearing of his face just now. He took out a portrait and handed it to Ling Xiaolou with a sincere smile on his face: "If Brother Ling sees it, please tell me. I will definitely have a good reward!"

After scanning the portrait, Ling Xiaolou confirmed that the woman hunted down by Feng Ming and white-robed people was the person Ren Huaixiang was looking for, Song Huaer.

"I didn't take a good look at the little girl..." Ling Xiaolou muttered in his heart. Because of the darkness, he hadn't looked carefully at the woman he saved, and secretly said it was a pity.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's easy to say!" I'm not surprised that a middle-aged man changes his face faster than turning over a book. The old saying is not good: a man should be able to bend and stretch.

Middle-aged men interpret this vividly.

"Brother, I'll say goodbye first!" The middle-aged man arched his hand and slowly turned around to leave the valley. At the moment when he turned around, an arrow in his sleeve that reflected the chill flew out and took the face of Ling Xiaolou.

With a crisp sound, the arrow in the sleeve was blocked by a short knife. Although Ling Xiaolou's cultivation is not high, he has a very keen intuition about the danger. When the middle-aged man began to turn around, he knew that the other party had bad intentions. As the arrow flew out of his sleeve, he reacted with resistance.

The two were ten meters away, and the arrows in their sleeves flew over, and he had enough time to resist.

hitting the arrow in his sleeve, Ling Xiaolou immediately rushed out like lightning, and a leap came to the middle-aged man. With a sound, he hit an arrow in his sleeve again, and the short knife in his hand was cut off like lightning and inserted into the left shoulder of the middle-aged man.

The short blade fell in half, and he pulled back. It's a pity that he originally planned to cut off the middle-aged man's right shoulder, but just a moment before his knife fell, the other party turned sideways, and the landing point of the knife changed.

The middle-aged man screamed, knowing that this was a life-and-death moment, and his injury was quite serious. The most terrible thing is that his physical strength and energy have decreased. The essence in his body has been consumed cleanly. He has high martial arts skills and can't exert his power.

He shouted and fled to the mouth of the valley, and his speed soared in an instant.

Ling Xiaolou quickly put away the knife, took out the slender steel pipe, and a small embroidered needle flew to the back of the middle-aged man. With a bang, the middle-aged man fell at the mouth of the valley and hit his head heavily on the stone wall between the cracks.

The sound of slight bone cracking came, and the middle-aged man snorted and stood still.