C92 (2/2)

Leng Jun took the mule and walked forward with Bai and Zhao. Seeing that Zhu Qingyun was already hidden, he shouted to the two of them: ”Hey, I say, have we taken the wrong path?”

Without even turning his head around, Bai Lang casually said, ”That's right!”

After saying this, he suddenly felt that something wasn't right. This was because there was only one path along the way, so how could there be a right or wrong path? He anxiously turned back, but noticed that Zhu Qingyun was no longer there.

Bai Lang blurted out in surprise, ”Where's that coquettish girl?”

Leng Jun snorted and said: ”Based on your words, you deserve to die.”

After Bai Lang heard this, he laughed out loud, ”Brat, it's not certain who will die in their turn!”

Bai Lang turned to Zhao Shun and said, ”Go find that little girl!”

”Alright!”

Zhao Shun answered as he pulled out the Phantom Head Blade from his waist and walked towards Leng Jun. He wanted to avoid Leng Jun and go to the bushes on both sides to find Zhu Qingyun.

Leng Jun would never let him find Zhu Qingyun. With a wave of his hand, the Purple Emperor Sword was already in his hands. In a flash, he appeared right in front of Zhao Shun.

Zhao Shun was taller than Leng Jun by half a head. The only thing he felt was the black shadow in front of him, and then he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He cried out in pain, and then, he looked down to see the Leng Jun in front of him.

Leng Jun was expressionless. With a wave of his hand, the Purple Emperor Sword was pulled out from Zhao Shun's waist.

Zhao Shun watched as the transparent Purple Emperor Sword chopped his waist down. His eyes were wide open with fear and disbelief written all over his face, but he could not utter a single word.

Leng Jun retreated two steps, and Zhao Shun's corpse fell onto the ground with a loud thud, blood dripping all over, but not touching Leng Jun's body.

When Bai Lang saw Zhao Shun suddenly stop moving, he knew something was wrong. He hurriedly let out a sharp whistle from his mouth. Looking ahead, Zhao Shun had already fallen to the ground and was no longer able to stand up.

Leng Jun flung the blood on the Purple Emperor Sword and said coldly: ”So there really is an ambush. It seems like you and that group of people are really in the same group.”

Bai Lang was secretly filled with hatred. This was because their ambush spot was not far away. He did not know where he exposed a flaw, to actually be discovered by Leng Jun at such a critical juncture.

”Kid, how did you sense it?” Bai Lang asked unwillingly.

Leng Jun laughed coldly: ”Your acting skills are too clumsy. How can you hide this kind of trick from me? Die!”

After Leng Jun finished speaking, a stream of cold air surrounded the Purple Emperor Sword and then, he stepped back with his two feet; Beiyou Sect's Martial Skill was already out.

Bai Lang's strength was not much stronger than Zhao Shun's. Seeing that Zhao Shun had died within a single move, Bai Lang could not believe his eyes. How could he possibly fight Leng Jun face to face.

Due to Leng Jun being injured by the two mysterious men in green, he had lost a lot of his spirit energy and the injuries on his body had not completely healed either.