Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

"Presumably, they should all be the dead who successfully attacked."

Zhu Gongqi whispered to himself, of course, he couldn't rule out that it was an additional backup assassin prepared by the other party for the members of the deceased who failed to attack them.

But the possibility of the former is higher.

More than a dozen dead people fell on the tiles, but they didn't make any movement
Either the lightness skill is superb, or there is a high-level special magic weapon.

But for Zhu Gongqi, no matter what kind of situation they belong to, they are here to deal with him at this moment.

"Who sent you here?" Zhu Gongqi asked coldly
No response.

In fact, Zhu Gongqi also knew in his heart that even if a senior assassin was captured alive, he would not expose his employer.

But he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart——

If there is a rookie who believes that the overall situation of his side has been settled, and utters a sentence or two of information about the mastermind behind it, that is also good.

However, things did not develop in the direction Zhu Gongqi expected.
The dozen or so dead suddenly shot together, and the blood-stained scimitar they held in their hands before was quietly pinned around their waists at some unknown time.
Instead, a black hook lock was taken out from the other side, with a hint of evil spirit, like a poisonous snake possessing wisdom. The tip of the hook is venomous, and only one scar is needed to kill it
"Golden Curtain!"

An angry shout.

Zhu Gongqi's gestures changed slightly, the golden cauldron flew straight up and was held upside down about three feet above Zhu Gongqi's head, a golden light curtain tilted out from the golden cauldron, covering Zhu Gongqi in it
The hook locks that came from the heights on all sides, after touching the golden light curtain, unexpectedly lost their swift force, like a series of nailed floating locks, firmly stuck to the light curtain.

This is a defensive Taoist method that Zhu Gongqi is quite satisfied with, and it is also a tactic he created himself under the inspiration of his master Xie Fuyi.

Xie Fuyi was able to turn the power of light into the power of a sword with the help of magic tools, while he followed the same pattern, turning light into a curtain for defense
This trick is not effective against direct physical attacks, but it is quite effective against Taoist attacks and flying weapons.

At least it can be called a seventh-level Taoist spell.
It was also the first time for the dead around to see this kind of weird light curtain method, but they didn't stop at all.
Several dead people tried to pull back the hook lock, but the hook lock was stuck tightly by the light curtain, obviously to no avail.

Seeing this, the other survivors didn't hesitate at all, they directly dropped the magic weapon hook lock, took out the scimitar from their waist again, and flew down to attack the assassination target under the protection of that strange golden curtain.

The fighting in the courtyard did not stop.

Zhu Gongqi's natal magic weapon [Wan Beast Pill Cauldron] is still in Xie Fuyi's hands, and the golden cauldron he is using now is also a magic weapon of extremely high quality, enough to be called a venerable weapon.

But this golden tripod is far from enough compared to [Wan Beast Pill Tripod].Not to mention that [Wan Beast Pill Cauldron] is still my own magic weapon.

This made Zhu Gongqi unable to exert his greatest strength.

But even so, the existence of the late-stage eighth-order Sanxian is far from being able to be suppressed by more than a dozen deceased people.

The crackling sound reappeared.

Zhu Gongqi, who was gradually taking control of the situation, also glanced at the source of the sound from the corner of his eye during the interval of the battle
It was Wanyan Lingxu's room.

She was dressed in a delicate and simple Piquet. This Piquet didn't have any jewelry decorations, but when combined with the attacker who fell to the ground, it set off Wanyan Lingxu's heroic spirit at a glance.

Wanyan Lingxu leaned against the door
In his right hand is a scimitar from Northern Xinjiang, and in his left hand is holding a jug of spirits. It looks like he was drinking in the room before.

"Wanyan Lingxu, hurry up and see how Miss Chu is doing?!"

Seeing Wanyan Lingxu's relaxed appearance at this moment, Zhu Gongqi suddenly thought of Chu Yueying who had a good conversation with him today.

Wanyan Lingxu is the female God of War in Northern Xinjiang, and she has practiced Taoism in Yaoxianzong for many years. In terms of combat strength alone, she is far above Zhu Gongqi. These assassins are not her opponents at all.

But Chu Yueying is different
Although Zhu Gongqi didn't know why he suddenly cared about such a person who he only really knew today, but in the dark, every time he saw Chu Yueying, he always had an inexplicable kindness that was hard to describe.

Wanyan Lingxu seemed to have a slight flush on her face. She had always been a good drinker, so she didn't know how much alcohol she had drunk to cause this appearance.

Zhu Gongqi used a gossip array to knock back the deceased who was raiding in front of him
He was slightly angry that this Wanyan Lingxu, why is he so out of tune?Did she drink so recklessly when she was marching and fighting?

Wanyan Lingxu seemed to have seen the anger on Zhu Gongqi's face
She held up the wine with her left hand, raised her head to drink, and when she put it down, raised her right hand with a knife, which happened to block an attacking dead person.

"Junior Brother Zhu, don't worry, when Miss Chu arrived at Wangcheng, she had already headed to the black market."

As Wanyan Lingxu spoke calmly, the implication was that Chu Yueying was no longer here, but in a safe place.

Zhu Gongqi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief unconsciously, a heavy stone fell from his heart, the mana gathered in his hand, and the golden tripod shone even brighter!
Wanyan Lingxu knocked the dead back with a single blow.

She secretly squinted at Zhu Gongqi who was fighting so hard at this moment, and she suddenly felt, what did Ye Hanchen, Wen Mingting and the others think?

She can barely understand the forces that sent the [Death Battalion].After all, it is safest to leave this kind of thing to a third force.

But why didn't Zhu Gongqi be notified?

Although the other party had already withdrawn from Ye Hanchen's plan, he was still a hidden ally that could be drawn in.

For authenticity?

While Wanyan Lingxu was thinking, he handed the flagon in his left hand to his mouth again.

"Wanyan Lingxu, stop drinking!",

Zhu Gongqi shook open the encircling circle of several dead people, and flew close to Wanyan Lingxu a few feet away.

".The enemy is well-trained and vicious. They are professional assassins. If you don't take it seriously, the disciples of the Yaoxianzong monks in the emissary team will all die at the hands of the enemy!"

Zhu Gongqi's voice was hurried, and it could be seen that he was really anxious.

On the one hand, it was because they were worried about the monks and disciples in their team, but in fact, on the other hand, it was more because of Xie Fuyi's letter.

Xie Fuyi's letter was not in Zhu Gongqi's hands, and he was not sure where Wanyan Lingxu put it.

If the letter was really snatched or destroyed by the person in front of him, then Xie Fuyi would have to cut them!

He himself had already attacked with all his strength, but he only wounded a few of the dead who besieged him.

The assassination ability of the dead alone cannot be underestimated, but it is even more powerful in group combat!

The other monks and disciples in the messenger team were already at an absolute disadvantage in being raided.

Now he can only rely on Wanyan Lingxu in front of him to break the situation.

Wanyan Lingxu seemed to be drunk, his eyes raised lightly, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Is Junior Brother Zhu afraid?"