Chapter 150 Snowy Night Storm (Part )

Before leaving the Xianwang Mansion, Ling Qing specifically asked Luo Hongxuan about the news about Meihua and her daughter. According to Luo Hongxuan, Old Man Liu was old and frail, and Meihua was shy and immature. Both of them had miserable life experiences and were cowardly by nature.

But at this moment, when Old Man Liu casually plucked the strings a few times, two disciples died on the spot. How could Ling Qing not be extremely surprised? No matter how you look at it, this father and daughter don't seem to be cowardly people.

However, this also indirectly confirmed Luo Tianjin's speculation that Meihua and her daughter were most likely related to the death of Wang Qingshu.

"No! No! No!"

In an instant, more than a dozen disciples of the Xianwang Mansion, led by Ling Qing, drew their swords. No one dared to be careless anymore. Each of them had a solemn expression and a cautious look.

"Who are you?" Ling Qing pointed his knife at Old Man Liu and asked, "Why did you go to Luoyang City? Why did you kill Wang Qingshu and put the blame on Liu Xunyi?"

Old man Liu rolled up his blind white eyes and said calmly, "My father and I have been wandering around the world, singing for a living. As for what you said, I don't understand a single word."

"Master, don't waste time talking to them, just capture them first!"

A young disciple shouted angrily, and before Ling Qing could give an order, he rushed towards Old Man Liu with his sword. As he quickly approached Old Man Liu, Meihua, who was sitting by the campfire, suddenly flicked her sleeves, and in an instant, a stream of energy rolled up a spark and rushed towards the disciple's face.

The young disciple hurriedly waved his hands to cover his eyes. At the same time, Meihua suddenly attacked and stabbed his heart with the branch with the lamb leg stuck on it as fast as lightning. Before the disciple could be prepared, the branch with the lamb leg hanging on it had already penetrated deeply into his chest with a "puff" sound, and pierced out from his back in the blink of an eye. The bright red blood flowed down the branch, dyeing the lamb leg still stuck on the branch red.

Taking a life lightly, the plum blossoms tonight no longer looked immature and tender. After killing someone, she was not panicked at all. Instead, she reached out with interest to slowly pull off the half of the lamb leg that was already soaked in blood. Then, she pushed the disciple backwards and fell to the ground, with the deadly branch of charcoal black and deep red still stuck in his chest until his death.

"hiss!"

It sounds slow, but in fact it happened in just the blink of an eye, so much so that Ling Qing and others didn't have time to stop it, and another person was killed.

"Be careful! Retreat!"

In a short while, three people had died, and Ling Qing gradually realized that the father and daughter in front of him were much more terrifying than they had imagined. Under Ling Qing's order, the other disciples retreated one after another, looking at the three bodies on the ground with complicated eyes, and no one dared to act rashly.

Ling Qing stared closely at the father and daughter of Meihua beside the campfire, then subconsciously glanced at the big monk in the corner. What had just happened seemed to have no effect on the big monk. He continued to eat the mutton with relish, repeatedly praising the delicious food, and then "gulped down" a few mouthfuls of wine. From beginning to end, his eyes never moved away from the wine and meat.

At this moment, the big monk had finished the wine and meat, and was sucking his thick and long fingers one by one with his greasy mouth, with an intoxicated look on his face, as if he was savoring the food.

"No need to look at me. I'm going to take a nap after eating and drinking." The big monk seemed to know that Ling Qing was observing him out of the corner of his eye, so he yawned, stretched, and said lazily, "It's none of my business, so just ignore it! Duke Zhou, I'm meeting you in my dream..."

After saying this, the monk suddenly leaned over, lying on his back beside the altar, and fell into a deep sleep. Before he could blink, he was snoring loudly, seemingly sleeping very comfortably.

"Master..."

"He's just a crazy monk. Don't pay any attention to him. It's more important to do business!" Ling Qing said, and then he fixed his eyes on Meihua and her daughter again, and carefully instructed the disciples, "No one should act rashly. Let me go meet them!"

After saying that, Ling Qing suddenly took two steps forward, holding the Tang sword in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "I originally just wanted to ask you to go back and question, but now it seems that Wang Qingshu's death must be related to you. What is your purpose in deliberately hiding your martial arts and sneaking into Luoyang City in disguise..."

"Zheng!"

Before Ling Qing could finish his words, Old Man Liu suddenly flicked his finger. In an instant, a stream of energy as sharp as a blade whistled out along with the sound of the piano and shot towards Ling Qing's neck and throat.

Ling Qing was no ordinary man. Just as Old Man Liu made his move, he let out a cold shout and swung his sword. With a loud "clang" sound, the sharp sound waves were cut off by Ling Qing's sword and turned into two gusts of wind, which flew out to the left and right, brushing past Ling Qing's body.

Ling Qing used his sword to dispel the sound of Liu Lao Han's piano, then he paused and flew out like a willow catkin. At the same time, the Tang sword in his hand danced quickly, and in an instant, a series of sword winds followed him like a pear blossom rain, rushing towards Liu Lao Han behind the bonfire.

Wherever the sword wind passed, there was a strong wind and violent energy, which swept up the bonfire and made it explode in the air like a phoenix dancing in the sky, and then scattered all over the hall.

Facing the oncoming sword wind, Old Man Liu played the zither with both hands, and a piece of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" came out in full force. The inner force in the music turned into swords, spears, and halberds, and went straight to meet the sword wind. The two collided and merged in mid-air, like a huge fight, with bursts of thunder-like loud noises, which frightened all the disciples of the Xianwang Mansion and made them dodge backwards in panic.

After the thunderous attack, Ling Qing, with a stern look, had already arrived with his sword. He took several steps in the air, waving the Tang sword in his hand crosswise, breaking down the invisible barriers of piano sound in front of him one by one.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of loud noises of golden swords colliding followed one after another, and the Tang sword flew up and down in Ling Qing's hand. The sword's force was like a raging sea, like a gust of wind sweeping away the clouds, turning the thousands of killing moves hidden in the piano music into nothingness. "Sure enough, he has some skills!"

Old man Liu seemed to have not expected that Ling Qing would actually be a top-notch master. His face changed immediately and the speed at which he plucked the strings with his hands increased again.

At this moment, Ling Qing became more and more courageous. He glared with his eyes, turned the blade sharply, and used all his strength to use a move called "Milky Way Falling from the Sky". Thousands of sword shadows gathered together in an instant, and turned into a thousand-foot-high blade, which chopped fiercely towards the old man Liu's crown.

"call!"

Just when Ling Qing was about to fight Old Man Liu to the death, Meihua suddenly made a move. She slapped the ground with both palms and soared into the sky, spinning like a phoenix in the sky. Her plain dress suddenly expanded as she spun, until her head was about to touch the ceiling of the hall, and her dress had already spread out to cover more than several feet, like a huge umbrella.

Meihua used both hands to support the ceiling of the hall and used the force to flip down. In an instant, the huge dress was like a black net, rushing towards Ling Qing below.

Faced with the sudden change, Ling Qing hurriedly looked up, only to see the silk skirt above her head flashing, with silver lights looming, and she guessed that there must be something hidden in the skirt.

In a hurry, Ling Qing had to give up attacking Old Man Liu and hurriedly evaded. But before he could change his moves, Meihua suddenly raised both hands and swung them downwards. In an instant, countless silver needles as thin as hair suddenly shot out from her overwhelming skirt.

The silver needles fell like heavy rain. Ling Qing's face suddenly changed in shock, and he quickly waved the Tang sword above his head tightly. With the continuous "ding ding ding" sound, countless silver needles instantly fell around Ling Qing.

"Zhengzhengzheng!"

Taking advantage of Ling Qing's unpreparedness, Old Man Liu suddenly attacked. He shouted softly, holding the zither in both hands and flew up, the sound of the zither suddenly rang out in the air, the heart-pounding sound of the zither, blessing the silver needles on the skirt like a death knell, the two moves combined into one, the momentum increased greatly.

In a moment, the mountain stream flowed, silver needles rained down, like a tiger descending from the mountain, like thousands of troops and horses, like thousands of ghosts coming out of the world, making Ling Qing unable to defend himself. At this moment, under the pressure of such a terrifying momentum, Ling Qing was already sweating profusely, panting, and even the moves on the knife began to show a sense of disorder.

"not good!"

The disciples of the Xianwang Mansion who were around were already frightened when they saw this situation. It was not that they did not want to take action, but they were so overwhelmed by the momentum of Old Man Liu and Meihua that they even forgot their mission tonight.

Before they came out, they just thought they were chasing a pair of old and weak singing father and daughter, so they didn't make much preparation. But they never expected that the scene tonight had exceeded their expectations again and again. So much so that at this moment, these disciples were a little at a loss, and they didn't even have the determination to fight against them.

Ling Qing knew very well that he could not escape his fate tonight, but facing the whistling attack, his face was as gloomy as water, and he glared at Old Man Liu and Meihua without fear, holding the Tang sword in his hand, looking as if he was going to die bravely.

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded from outside the hall. A moment later, a "silver dragon" as fast as lightning broke through the doors and windows of the hall and shot to Ling Qing's head in the blink of an eye. The extremely sharp energy directly dispersed the silver needles that were whistling towards Ling Qing.

At the same time, a white figure flashed in from outside the hall like a ghost. Before everyone could see its figure clearly, the white figure had already rushed behind the "Silver Dragon", stretched out his hand and grabbed the rapidly spinning silver spear in his hand.

The man in white did not hesitate for a moment. He swung the silver spear in his hand, and a silver light instantly spread out, sweeping up like a flood or waterfall.

This shot entangled Meihua's silk skirt and Liu Laohan's zither strings. With a few "chi chi chi" sounds, Meihua's silk skirt that covered the sky and the earth was pierced with thousands of holes, and the silver needles hidden in it also fell to the ground like withered flowers and withered willows.

Immediately afterwards, the man in white swung the silver spear in his hand, and with a few "bang bang bang" sounds, the strings of Old Man Liu's guqin broke, and no sound was made anymore.

After the man in white landed on one foot, he leaped up into the sky again, sweeping the sky with his gun in the air, like a silver dragon circling around his body, and knocked Old Man Liu and Mei Huasheng away, and finally they rolled down in a mess in the distance.

The two of them couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood one after another. Meihua's eyes were now filled with deep fear when she looked at the man in white.

The man in white stood with his hands behind his back, holding a seven-foot silver spear. He had just defeated Old Man Liu and Meihua with great power, but now he remained calm and unperturbed. A hint of bone-chilling coldness flashed in his calm phoenix eyes, making Old Man Liu and Meihua dare not confront him again.

When they saw this person, a flash of ecstasy suddenly appeared in the eyes of Ling Qing and others.

The visitor is one of the seven heroes of the Xianwang Mansion, known as "Snow-Clad Silver Dragon" in the martial arts world, Murong Bai.

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(End of this chapter)