Song Shuhang left the secret chamber.
Su Clan's Shiliu walked in front, and Song Shuhang followed behind. They arrived at the living room.
On the sofa, the Immortal Farming Sect uncle opened his eyes. Looking at the two, he said coldly, "You've finally come out. This old man knew that you hadn't left this room."
He guessed that the two of them were hiding somewhere in the building. If not for the fact that tearing down the building would attract the attention of the people in the building, he would have started tearing down the apartment a long time ago.
"You shouldn't have stayed." Su Clan's Shiliu's voice was clear and cold as she indifferently said.
"Bullshit, why shouldn't I stay?" The Immortal Farming Sect uncle stood up, and bellowed angrily.
At the same time, all the bones in his body crackled. His hands turned into claws. True Qi pulsed from each of his fingers, making them as sharp as blades.
Su Clan's Shiliu's face was calm. She slowly raised her right arm, and used her palm as a blade. "Make your move."
Compared to the Immortal Farming Sect uncle, her figure was petite, and was practically too weak to stand up to the wind. But when she raised her right arm, a domineering aura spread out from her body.
That sparkling white palm seemed to have transformed into a divine weapon that could split the heavens and the earth, and a dazzling saber light lit up.
The Immortal Farming Sect uncle was pressured by her aura. With an angry roar, he leapt up, and like a hawk spreading its wings, he rushed to break Shiliu's pressure.
An ordinary martial artist's greatest taboo in close combat was to be in midair with nowhere to exert force. However, the middle-aged man's attacks were the exact opposite. Ling Li's claws continued to strike down from midair, turning into layers of claw shadows that covered the middle-aged man's head.
Su Clan's Shiliu didn't use any fancy moves. Using his hand as a blade, he chopped towards the layers of claw shadows of the Immortal Farming Sect uncle.
In an instant, the saber light lit up and the saber aura surged like the surging waters of the Yellow River!
The uncle's claw technique was swift and fierce, but it was difficult for him to resist the power of the Yellow River alone.
Chi!
Ling Li's attack was broken by the saber light. The uncle's hands were badly mutilated, and his body was sent flying. He crashed into the furniture in the living room and fell heavily to the ground.
Grade Three Houtian was not something that Grade Two Houtian could compare to. Even if it was a heavily injured Houtian, as long as they could still attack, defeating a Grade 2 True Master would be as easy as flipping their palm.
After Su Clan's Shiliu slashed out, his complexion turned pale, and his breathing became hurried.
The Immortal Farming Sect uncle slowly crawled up from the ground, his hands trembling and dripping with fresh blood.
"I've already shown mercy with this saber … in three days, I'll have Su Clan's Ah Qi come over, and clarify the cause of this matter with your Immortal Farming Sect. Until then, take care of yourself. I won't take your life for the time being. "Shiliu Su Clan said in a low voice.
"Impossible, as long as I'm not dead, I won't leave!" The uncle's eyes were ferocious, "Even if I have to risk my life, I will capture you and bring you back. Furthermore … After slashing out with that blade just now, how much true energy do you have left? "
Shiliu Su Clan frowned, and said impatiently, "Then go die."
She was very tired of this kind of self-righteous stubbornness. She raised her crystal-clear palm again, and the blade gleamed.
Did he really think that she was a good person like Song Shuhang? Since he wanted to die, she would fulfill his wish!
"Roar!" The Immortal Farming Sect uncle flew over, his legs filled with true energy. His entire body rotated, and like a poisonous dragon, he attacked Su Clan's Shiliu.
Boom!
Both sides collided again, and Qi exploded, emitting a terrifying explosion sound.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!" At this time, the uncle suddenly let out a strange scream. Immediately after, his entire body drew a strange parabola, and fell towards the balcony of the suite.
Bang! Some of the decorations on the balcony were smashed into pieces.
In the next moment, the uncle dragged his heavily injured body, and leapt down from the balcony. He left behind a few words. "Just you wait, Su Clan's descendant. I'll be back! "
Finished speaking, he fled far away without even turning his head back.
… Fled, he fled just like that.
He'd obviously been full of heroism earlier, and was unafraid of death. In the next moment, he left behind a few words and fled.
* * * * * *
"Perish!" Song Shuhang sighed inwardly. In the battle between Stride and Shiliu just now, he couldn't even see their movements clearly. That kind of speed completely exceeded the theoretical limits of the human body.
The blade aura on Shiliu's palm flickered unsteadily, but she had a puzzled expression on her face.
In the second attack, her blade aura only lightly touched the uncle's legs, and the uncle immediately detonated his own True Qi, emitting a violent sound of impact … Then, like an actor, he screamed miserably and retreated, running away from the balcony.
Was the uncle bluffing, and taking the opportunity to escape?
Or, was it a trap?
Shiliu approached Song Shuhang, and used a voice that only the two of them could hear to softly ask, "Do you know how to use mental energy to detect?"
If possible, a secret technique like Secret Sound Transmission would be more suitable.
Unfortunately, her current condition wasn't good, and it took a lot of strength just to forcefully stand. Right now, she couldn't even use mental energy to 'detect', let alone use sound transmission.
Song Shuhang nodded slightly, and spread out his mental energy, using the 'detection' technique to spread it in all directions.
After the detection, there was nothing strange in the surroundings, and nothing was found.
But … Song Shuhang suddenly had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. This feeling of uneasiness was so strong that he couldn't ignore it.
Song Shuhang furrowed his brows, and used the mental energy utilization technique 'scouting' and 'vigilance' one after another.
Still, there was nothing — his mental energy was too weak, and the range of his detection was limited.
The more Zhao Yu was like this, the more uneasy he felt.
"Is there anything strange?" Shiliu asked in a low voice.
"I can't sense anything, but …" Halfway through his sentence, Song Shuhang suddenly had an idea.
He changed the way his mental energy operated, and used another mental energy secret technique.
'Branding Sensing Technique'
This was a mental energy secret technique that Great Master Tongxuan's disciple 'Senior Brother Three Realms' had sent him through the internet, and it could be used to sense Great Master Tongxuan's stolen flying sword.
As soon as this Branding Sensing Technique was used, Song Shuhang immediately sensed the target of the branding.
On the third floor of this building, there was a figure that looked like an ordinary resident walking up the stairs. This figure was carrying a guitar case on his back — inside it was Great Master Tongxuan's stolen flying sword!
The figure climbed up the stairs … neither slow nor slow, and didn't reveal any flaws.
He clearly had some sort of aura concealing technique or item on him. If not for the branding on the flying sword, Song Shuhang wouldn't have been able to discover him.
Was he the accomplice of the Immortal Farming Sect uncle?
Or … was he the oriole behind the mantis?
"What did you discover?" Shiliu sat on the sofa, and tried to recover his expended True Qi.
"Someone's coming." Song Shuhang said in a low voice, "They're currently approaching. Can you still make a move?"
At the same time, he took out his handphone, and quickly swiped. He wasn't in the secret room, and the handphone signal wasn't blocked. At this time, if he didn't call for reinforcements, then when?
He quickly left a message for Senior Northriver, and briefly described his current situation and location. He asked Senior Northriver to contact Su Clan's Ah Qi as soon as possible, just in case.
"Because of the injuries in my body, my True Qi won't recover that quickly." Shiliu smiled bitterly.
"Then … do I need to ask the seniors in the group how to write my will?" Song Shuhang turned off his handphone at the same time, and chuckled.
As he spoke, countless thoughts appeared in Song Shuhang's mind.
… …
… …
The man carrying the flying sword on his back was the Moonsabre Sect's senior apprentice brother! That Moonsabre Sect inner disciple who had stolen the 'Godly Formless Sword' from his bitter junior apprentice brother.
That bitter junior apprentice brother had both his legs blown off, and was currently being imprisoned by Sima Jiang.
"The fellow from the Immortal Farming Sect has come into direct contact with the Su Clan's junior, and is exchanging blows. The chance has come. " The Moonsabre Sect's senior apprentice brother revealed a smile as if he had grasped the situation, and slowly approached Song Shuhang and Shiliu's position.
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