Ling Yi held Zhao Qingling's slender waist with one hand and jumped through the forest. He soon saw the towering walls of Cangyin City.

"Brother Ling Yi, are you planning to intercept and kill Murong Duan?" Zhao Qingling lowered his head and asked. Fortunately, the vision was not very clear under the moonlit night, otherwise Ling Yi would definitely see Zhao Qingling's red little face.

"That's right!" Ling Yi pursed her lips and looked at the two small black dots in the distance, her eyes sparkling, "But Murong Duan is the tutor of the academy! He is still a member of the Murong family. If

If you are found to have killed the instructor of the college, you will be executed by the college! This is the rule of the college!" Zhao Qingling said worriedly

"You're right." Ling Yi seemed to be lost in thought, then raised his head and looked at the pretty woman beside him, and said with a smile: "You are the first to know that I want to kill Murong Duan, then should I give you to him?"

…Crack!”

Ling Yi made a gesture of wiping his neck. Zhao Qingling looked at it and smiled, gave Ling Yi an angry look, lowered his head and remained silent.

Ling Yi continued to fly forward, absorbing the undead monster into his body. He fully possessed the flying ability that only the soul master could have, and his speed was not slow. He quickly entered Cangyin City.

Since it was still late at night, there was no one in the streets and alleys of Cangyin City. However, there was a faint sound of shouting for death from the northwest corner. Ling Yi knew that this was Yan Zong besieging the Ximen family.

With Zhao Qingling, Ling Yi found a safer place and took out something from the ring.

"This is a small talisman array. Hold it. If there is any emergency, input your soul energy into it. It will help you resist for a while. Anyway, be careful!" Ling Yi handed the talisman array to Zhao Qingling and said at the same time

said

Zhao Qingling took the circular magic circle diagram from Ling Yi, which was no bigger than a palm, nodded, and said softly: "You should also be careful."

Nodding slightly, Ling Yi's figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhao Qingling looked at the direction where Ling Yi disappeared, stunned.

Murong Duan held Ximen Zhenhai in his hand and ran all the way. He wanted to rush back to the academy quickly. Now the Yan Sect was besieging the Ximen family's mansion. They couldn't go there. Only Cangyin Academy could save their lives.

He exhausted all his strength, and his speed had almost reached his peak. Looking at the fire rising into the sky in the northwest corner, Murong Duan knew that the Ximen family was completely finished this time.

With a somewhat regretful sigh, Murong Duan lifted up all his soul energy, and his figure galloped like lightning. The strong wind blowing in his face caused the face of Ximen Zhenhai he was holding in his hand to become distorted and lose its original appearance.

But at this moment, a murderous aura suddenly struck from behind, causing Murong Duan to break out in a cold sweat on his back.

"Who!" Murong Duan turned around quickly and shouted like a tiger roaring and a wolf howling.

The black spot behind him quickly expanded, and then Ling Yi appeared

"Ling Yi?" Murong Duan's pupils shrank and he said in shock

"Eh? Isn't this Instructor Murong? Is it possible that Instructor Murong is the same as me, unable to sleep late at night, so he went out for a walk?" Ling Yi made a surprised expression.

"You brat! Stop pretending to me!" Murong Duan was very angry and said angrily: "How long have you been following me?"

"Well... it won't take long, starting from that big house," Ling Yi said with a smile.

Murong Duan's expression changed and he said coldly: "Since you know everything, I have no choice but to get rid of you myself!"

"That's what I've been waiting for!" Ling Yi sneered, pushed his palm forward, and blasted Murong Duan with a huge palm print.

"Hmph!" Murong Duan snorted coldly, and with Ximen Zhenhai in his hand, he suddenly sank down and quickly landed on the ground. Only on the ground can Ximen Zhenhai be able to exert his combat power. When the time comes, Murong Duan and Ximen Zhenhai will join forces.

, more confident in killing Ling Yi

Under the moonlight, Ximen Zhenhai also saw that Ling Yi was the young man he met at the city gate. He couldn't help but became furious, took out a steel gun, and started to kill.

Murong Duan quickly grabbed him. A little soul madman was no match for Ling Yi. He had witnessed Ling Yi defeating Cheng Gang, who was a ninth-level soul madman. Ximen Zhenhai would definitely die if he rushed forward like this.

"Ling Yi, you have to think clearly, I am a member of the Murong family! If you offend me, you will offend the Murong family. If you dare to kill me, you will form a hatred with the Murong family, and your life will not be saved.

!" Murong Duan said while retreating. He was not very sure about killing Ling Yi. After all, there was a legend in Mo City that Ling Yi killed dozens of soul guardians in Moyun Palace.

Of course, Murong Duan didn't believe these things very much, but Ling Yi's strength did make Murong Duan a little afraid. How could someone who could defeat Cheng Gang be the one who is so inferior to him?

"I even dare to offend Moyun Palace, so am I still afraid of your Murong family? Is it possible that your Murong family is more powerful than Moyun Palace? Besides, you Murong Duan are just a peripheral member of the Murong family. Death

If I save you, not many people will know about it, let alone avenge you!" Ling Yi curled his lips and smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body was like lightning, like an eagle hunting prey, and he swooped down towards Murong Duan and the two of them. A cold light flashed through, and the Cloud Sword struck down on the head.

"Second Young Master, let's work together to kill this man!" Murong Duan said hurriedly, and retreated backwards.

Ximen Zhenhai nodded heavily, but did not retreat at all. With his seventh-level Soul Madness strength, he did not believe that Ling Yi's sword could hurt him.

He raised the steel spear sideways and let the Luanyun Sword strike. What followed was a huge force that made his arm numb. Then a sword light suddenly jumped out from the long sword and struck down directly.

"Ah!" Ximen Zhenhai let out a shrill scream. One of his arms was cut off by the sword light, and his whole body was shaken by the huge force from the steel gun.

The stone slab left long cracks like spider webs, spreading into the distance.

With one sword, Ximen Zhenhai lost his arm. Although Ximen Zhenhai somewhat underestimated his opponent, Ling Yi was only a warrior at the fourth level of Soul Madness. Ximen Zhenhai had already reached the seventh level of Soul Madness. There was a three-level difference between the two, but Ximen

Zhenhai still couldn't block the sword. When Murong Duan saw this scene, his face twitched.

"Death!" Ling Yi didn't give Ximen Zhenhai any chance to breathe, raised his sword and chopped it off again.

"You brat! Do you think I don't exist? Ximen Zhenhai's life is guaranteed by me!" Murong Duan only aroused his bloody nature at this moment. Ling Yi's actions made endless anger rise in his heart, and he was about to explode.

, he wants to cut this arrogant boy in front of him into pieces with a thousand knives.

Ling Yi's Luan Yun Sword was gently flicked away by a palm. Murong Duan was filled with murderous intent. He was holding the Luan Yun Sword in his hand. The sharp Luan Yun Sword was unable to hurt him at all. His palm seemed to be made of iron.

, actually held the Luanyun Sword tightly in his hand

Ling Yi's brows gradually furrowed. He felt that the Murong Duan in front of him seemed to have changed. His aura was cold and emotionless.

Ling Yi took two steps back quickly, keeping a certain distance away from Murong Duan, and his face became very solemn. An unknown pressure came from nowhere, making his steps heavy.
Chapter completed!