Chapter 422: Fell into a trap, fell into a disadvantage
Liu Ying’er seized this opportunity to catch up behind Zhang Zhang Wuji.
Two short swords pierced through Zhang Zhang Wuji’s back and out his chest; fresh blood flowed, staining his lapels red.
“Zhang Zhang Wuji, you have lost after all, haha, haha!” Liu Ying’er laughed triumphantly.
“*Hoo, hoo!*” Zhang Zhang Wuji gasped for air, his face as pale as paper.
He turned around, gritting his teeth as he looked at Liu Ying’er, saying, “You despicable woman, actually plotting against me.”
Liu Ying’er mocked, “I am despicable? It was clearly you who were despicable and ambushed me first.”
Zhang Zhang Wuji calmed down and carefully observed the surrounding environment, realizing that this house was a courtyard, and many flowers, plants, and trees were planted inside.
His heart sank, and he secretly cried out that it was bad—he had fallen into a trap!
“Not good!” His expression changed drastically, and he rushed toward the door in a hurry.
But at this moment, noisy sounds rang out from outside.
“Quick, catch this brat.”
“He is Zhang Zhang Wuji!”
Zhang Zhang Wuji heard the shouting clearly; it was Li Mongolian Yuan who had arrived with a group of subordinates.
Zhang Zhang Wuji’s expression became even uglier!
Liu Ying’er walked triumphantly to Zhang Zhang Wuji’s side and sneered, “Didn’t expect it, did you? In the end, you still fell into this Miss’s hands.”
Zhang Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice, “This matter has nothing to do with the Ming Cult; it was a decision I made on my own, and I am willing to bear any responsibility.”
“Bear responsibility?” Liu Ying’er mocked, “Do you think that with a single sentence about bearing responsibility, this Miss will let you go?”
Zhang Zhang Wuji said, “Then what do you want?”
Liu Ying’er smiled indifferently, “It is very simple, let me suck a mouthful of poison, and then I will spare you.”
“No!” Zhang Zhang Wuji immediately refused, “Absolutely impossible!”
“You dare to defy my order?” Liu Ying’er’s tone suddenly turned icy.
Zhang Zhang Wuji said firmly, “You vicious woman, I will not let you succeed!” ===== CHAPTER 809 =====
Liu Ying’er sneered, “Truly refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”
Zhang Zhang Wuji sneered, “Liu Ying’er, our Wu Gong is about the same; who wins and who loses is still unknown!”
“Then let us try!” Liu Ying’er said.
“Bang!”
A loud noise.
Liu Ying’er and Zhang Zhang Wuji fought fiercely together.
Both of their speeds were very fast, their movements elegant and graceful, looking quite like they had the bearing of immortals.
However, soon, Liu Ying’er fell into a disadvantage, suppressed by Zhang Zhang Wuji, left only with the ability to parry, and retreating step by step.
But at this moment, a person immediately rushed over; his Wu Gong was extremely high.
He rushed rapidly toward Li Mongolian Yuan and the others.
This person was none other than Su Hang. He had calculated that Zhang Zhang Wuji would face a calamity today, so he immediately rushed over to help him.
Otherwise, Zhang Zhang Wuji would surely be dead or severely injured. The injured Zhang Zhang Wuji looked at the Su Hang before him with a face full of pleasant surprise.
Seeing this, Li Mongolian Yuan sneered, “Small tricks.”
He waved his sleeves, and a surge of internal energy swept out, crashing straight into Su Hang’s body.
Su Hang was shaken back several steps.
“So powerful!” Su Hang’s expression changed slightly. He was very strong now, and with the *Yijin Jing* (Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic) to rely on, he still couldn’t block the internal energy Li Mongolian Yuan had casually unleashed, which was enough to prove Li Mongolian Yuan’s profound internal energy.
Seeing Li Mongolian Yuan, Liu Ying’er’s expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly warned, “Deputy Flag Master, be careful, this person’s surname is Su, given name Hang, and his Wu Gong is extremely high.”
After hearing Liu Ying’er’s introduction, Li Mongolian Yuan looked at Su Hang with a grave expression. He did not lower his guard because of Liu Ying’er’s words, because he sensed a dangerous aura from Su Hang; this guy was likely not easy to deal with. ===== CHAPTER 810 =====
“Brat, your courage truly exceeds that of ordinary people, actually daring to save someone right under my nose. Admirable, admirable!” Li Mongolian Yuan praised.
Su Hang said, “Zhang Zhang Wuji is a leader of the righteous path; naturally, I cannot sit idly by and watch!”
Li Mongolian Yuan laughed and said, “Not bad, you are indeed worthy of admiration. Unfortunately, so what if you are brave? You will still inevitably die today.”
Having said that, Li Mongolian Yuan suddenly drew the soft sword from his waist and sped toward Su Hang.
Su Hang was not afraid and met Li Mongolian Yuan head-on.
The two exchanged over twenty moves in an instant.
Li Mongolian Yuan used his sword to block Su Hang’s offensive; the two sharp swords touched, creating a burst of sparks, the clanging sounds continuous.
Su Hang withdrew calmly and stood steadily in place.
Looking at Li Mongolian Yuan, however, he had slid back several meters, his web between thumb and forefinger aching faintly.
Li Mongolian Yuan frowned; the strength of this young man before him seemed even more formidable than the rumors suggested.
Without further thought, he channeled his internal energy, preparing to unleash a killing blow.
But just at this moment, Su Hang suddenly leaped up and delivered a split-kick, sweeping out like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.
Caught off guard, Li Mongolian Yuan was kicked flying by Su Hang.
“Pfft!” Li Mongolian Yuan fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of old blood, his face pale; it was clear he had suffered heavy injuries.
Li Mongolian Yuan looked up; Su Hang was slowly landing beside Zhang Zhang Wuji, helping the unconscious Zhang Zhang Wuji up.
Su Hang’s eyes were deep and filled with majesty.
“You…” Li Mongolian Yuan was filled with hatred; this guy was simply too overbearing.
However, he knew he had already lost.
This stranger’s Wu Gong was high, and he had just used all his strength, yet he was still no match for this man, which showed that his strength was incomparable to his own.
“How is it? Are you convinced?” Su Hang asked coldly. Although his expression seemed indifferent, he was actually very nervous inside.
In those few moves just now, he hadn’t held back any strength; it was entirely a desperate stance, because he had no way out.
“Hmph!” Li Mongolian Yuan gritted his teeth, glaring at Su Hang, “Consider it your win, but I tell you, don’t think that just because you won, you can leave here safely. If you kill me, my Demonic Cult will absolutely not let you go!”
Su Hang sneered, “Then let us wait and see.”
Li Mongolian Yuan stared at Su Hang, gritting his teeth, his heart filled with indignation.
Seeing Su Hang being so aggressive, he immediately waved his sword and rushed over, wanting to perish together with Su Hang.
However, how could Su Hang give him the chance? The moment he moved, Su Hang had already taken the initiative.
Su Hang’s figure flashed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was before Li Mongolian Yuan, smashing a fist toward Li Mongolian Yuan’s chest.
The fist wind was fierce, carrying the sound of breaking air; Li Mongolian Yuan couldn’t dodge in time and was directly knocked flying.
“Pfft…”
In mid-air, Li Mongolian Yuan sprayed mouthfuls of blood, finally landing on the ground. He struggled for a moment, but couldn’t even stand up.
This blow had completely crippled him.
“Young Master!”
At this time, a group of black-clad masked men arrived and quickly surrounded Su Hang.
These people each carried a long saber on their backs, the saber light flickering, the murderous aura pressing; it was clear this was a well-trained elite team.
Su Hang looked at them, his brow slightly furrowed.
These people were clearly here with ill intent; looking at this stance, could it be they were here for Zhang Zhang Wuji?
“Help our Young Master back to the carriage,” a masked man shouted in a deep voice. Everyone responded and quickly dispersed, surrounding Su Hang in the center. ===== CHAPTER 811 =====
End of Chapter
