Just as Shenlang and Kim No-myung passed by a two-story building, a stone lion suddenly fell from the sky.
Buzz! As the stone lion fell, the friction created an ear-piercing whistling sound in the air.
"Young Master, be careful."
Kim No-myung shouted angrily.
The stone lion fell too suddenly. How fast could a 500-pound stone lion fall from the sky? It was probably slower than the speed of sound.
When the sound was heard, the stone lion was already above Shenlang's head.
"Roar!!!"
A dragon roar sounded. Shenlang was surrounded by golden dragons. His clothes fluttered in the wind, looking extremely domineering.
"Dragon in the Field."
The strongest defensive move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Shenlang raised one palm and staggered his feet. With a roar, he met the rapidly falling stone lion head-on.
In an instant, the street shook. Shenlang's knees sank into the ground.
Shenlang's mouth was bleeding. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. His hand was trembling as he raised the stone lion.
Buzz!!!
Kim No-myung unsheathed his sword and the stone lion was instantly torn apart.
"Young Master, how are you?"
Kim No-myung held his sword and looked around vigilantly.
Shen Lang slowly retracted his raised palm and stretched his neck. A series of crackling sounds could be heard.
He walked to the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said coldly, "I'm fine. It's just a small injury."
Just as Shenlang finished speaking, a figure jumped down from the second floor. The sword in his hand was pointed at Shenlang's head.
The sword aura was like a venomous snake, full of murderous intent.
Just now when Shenlang was attacked, Kim No-myung was already angry. Now this person wanted to sneak up on Shenlang. Did he really think that he didn't exist?
The sword in his hand was unsheathed. A dazzling sword light shot up to the sky. It was as fast as lightning.
Wuming Jin's swordsmanship was very strange. It went right past the man's sword and went straight for the man's neck!
Fast! Unparalleled speed.
Kim No-myung's sudden attack startled the person who had jumped down.
Why did Shenlang have so many experts by his side? This was the weakest defense Shenlang had ever faced since he made his debut. He had chosen the best time to strike.
However, since he had already made his move, he had no other choice but to kill Kim No-myung first before killing Shenlang.
At this moment, the cold sword edge was already close to his neck, and a dense killing intent had already attacked his heart.
Without hesitation, he flipped in the air to avoid Kim No-myung's swift sword. He knew that if he didn't dodge, Kim No-myung would cut his neck first, and his sword wouldn't be able to stab Shenlang.
Kim No-myung snorted coldly when he saw the person trying to dodge. Under his sword, dodging blindly was equivalent to courting death.
As soon as the person landed, Kim No-myung's long sword followed. It was even faster than his landing. The long sword flashed coldly, as if waiting for him to land.
In desperation, he could only circulate his True Qi to deflect Kim No-myung's long sword.
Unfortunately, he was wrong. Kim No-myung's sword was not only fast, but also sharper. How could a swordsman who had trained hard for twenty years only increase the speed of his sword?
In the world of martial arts, only speed was unbreakable. This was indeed a famous saying, but it also needed the corresponding True Qi.
For a person who only knew how to use a fast sword without internal strength, even if his sword was fast, it would be blocked by external True Qi.
If he met someone who practiced external strength, he would be at a disadvantage. Among them, the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Mantle were the nemesis of fast swords.
However, Kim No-myung was not a person who only practiced fast swords. Because he had been accompanied by a sword for many years, his True Qi already contained the sharpness of a sword.
The sword's master was killing, and Kim No-myung's sword was born to kill.
"Pfft!"
The True Qi protection was broken. Kim No-myung's long sword left a long wound on the person's chest.
Although he dodged quickly and was not seriously injured, he was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
From the moment Shenlang was attacked to the moment the person attacked, everything happened in a short period of time.
Shenlang walked forward with a cold expression. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who was staring at Kim No-myung.
"Who are you?"
"Hmph, Shenlang, you're lucky that I didn't kill you today. You won't be so lucky next time."
Ling Yun snorted coldly.
Ling Yun was the Guardian Ling sent by Qingcheng School to kill Shenlang.
After Shenlang discovered Shen Lie last time, Ling Yun had been unable to contact Shen Lie. He knew that Shen Lie was most likely dead.
After that, Shenlang's protection was too strong, so he could not find a chance to kill him. He was also the one who ordered the assassination of Shenlang by the Blood Slaughter Hall.
However, after Shenlang's return and the failure of Mad Tiger and the others, the Blood Slaughter Hall increased the mission to kill Shenlang to the level of a Guardian. In other words, the Guardian of the Blood Slaughter Hall had to be the one to kill Shenlang.
This left Ling Yun with no other choice. A small Qingcheng School Guardian like him did not have enough resources to hire the Guardian of the Blood Slaughter Hall.
The Blood Slaughter Hall had compensated Ling Yun for Mad Tiger's assassination. Regardless of whether they succeeded or not, they only took action once.
After realizing that he could not hire the Blood Slaughter Hall, Ling Yun had no choice but to do it himself.
Since Shenlang was in the light and he was in the dark, Shenlang could not discover him. Ling Yun had been secretly watching Shenlang, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.
Enchanted Moon was in the Shen Family, and Gao Jianli was killing the Three Evil Tyrants. Only Kim No-myung was by his side. He knew that his chance had come.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain. The stone lion did not kill Shenlang, and he could not defeat Kim No-myung. He had no choice but to retreat.
"Oh?"
"Do you think you can still leave today?"
Shenlang raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Yun with a cold smile.
The battle on Shen Lang's side had caused everyone on the street to flee. More than half of the people in Rivertown were commoners who had no strength to truss a chicken. Even if there were some warriors here, when they saw Shen Lang and the others fighting, they didn't dare to stay and watch from afar.
"Hey! Brother Ye, look. Is that young man in white Shen Gongzi? "
A cultivator standing on a roof in the distance pointed out and said.
"It seems to be Shen Gongzi."
Another warrior said after taking a closer look.
"Let's go and inform the Shen Family. Don't let Shen Gongzi suffer."
Martial Artist Ye said.
"Okay, let's go."
The two of them quickly jumped off the roof and ran to the Shen Family.
"You two can't stop me."
"Qingcheng Ladder Cloud Zong."
The man shouted in a low voice. His body suddenly jumped up, stepped on each other, and instantly jumped to the top of the attic. In a flash, he disappeared.
Kim No-myung was not slow either. He jumped up, stepped on the wall of the attic, and flew to the top of the attic.
But when Kim No-myung went up, Ling Yun had already disappeared.
"He ran pretty fast."
Seeing Kim No-myung shaking his head on the top of the attic, Shenlang said lightly.
When Kim No-myung came down from the top of the attic, Gao Jianli rushed over. Seeing the broken stone lion and the broken ground, he asked, "Young Master, what happened?"
"Nothing."
"When we go back to the Shen Family, I will draw the man's face. You and Kim No-myung will search the entire city. You must find him even if you have to dig three feet into the ground."
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