1733 confession, the Black Knight is very angry

Needless to say, the power of the Sky-shaking Thunder was great. Feng Qingchen aimed this time at Nanling Jinfan. If he was hit, Nanling Jinfan would be half dead even if he didn't die. But just when everyone was eagerly expecting Nanling Jinfan to die, an accident happened...

Hongxiu, who was coming towards him, suddenly flew up and pounced in front of Nanling Jinfan. Nanling Jinfan jumped up on the spot and kicked with his leg. Hongxiu changed direction in mid-air like a sandbag and pounced towards Zhentianlei, forcing Chengtianlei to change direction.

"Ah..." Hongxiu screamed and watched Thunderbolt fall into her arms. Hongxiu did not see the power of Thunderbolt, but she knew that she was dead this time.

"Master, Luqing, be careful..." Before she died, Hongxiu was still worried about Lingtian and shouted anxiously, but before she could finish her words, there was a loud bang, the thunder exploded, and Hongxiu was blown away.

"Young Master Ling, how could your maid risk her life to save that devil?" Bu Jingyun shouted loudly, and this shout drew everyone's attention to Ling Tian.

Ling Tian was wondering why Hongxiu called Luqing's name before she died, but was interrupted by Bu Jingyun. The trace of doubt that had finally emerged in his mind was interrupted again.

Facing everyone's questioning, Ling Tian directly expressed his suspicions: "I have always suspected that my maid was a spy planted by others, but I didn't expect that she was actually a member of the Demon Cult."

"Since you have suspected it for a long time, why didn't you kill him earlier?" Some people were extremely dissatisfied with Hongxiu for saving Nanling Jinfan.

According to the trajectory of the thunder bomb just now, even if it fails to kill the demon, it will at least cripple him.

"I brought her here this time to find out who is the mastermind behind her. I sent people to keep an eye on her along the way, and she didn't behave in any abnormal way." Ling Tian explained. Everyone could understand after thinking about it. Since they knew that the other party was a spy, they would naturally not alert the enemy.

Poor Hongxiu, she was thinking about her husband until her death, but her husband didn't care about her life or death at all.

"Okay, let's get rid of these monsters first." Xuan Shaoqi interrupted impatiently, a hint of impatience flashing between his eyebrows.

These people are most united only when they know there is no reinforcement. Once they see hope of survival, they begin to frame and plot in various ways. The good martial artists are as slippery as the officials, and they have ruined the morale of the martial arts world.

Gray Old Man was an extremely skilled fighter, and the Ninth Prince could hardly get any good results from him. After Gray Old Man made a feint, the Ninth Prince was forced to retreat. Gray Old Man took the opportunity to withdraw and go to rescue Nanling Jinfan.

Although the Black Knights are brave, they are cavalry and are better at team combat and surprise attacks. They are no match for Nanling Jinfan in a one-on-one fight. Even though Nanling Jinfan is injured, he is not afraid of the siege of the Black Knights, not to mention the arrival of Gray Old Man.

As Gray Old Man came up, he swung his sword and the sword energy created ripples like water waves. The black knights fell out one after another. Gray Old Man stepped forward and grabbed Nanling Jinfan.

Finally saved. Nanling Jinfan quickly grabbed the hem of Hui Lao's clothes and said, "Let's go."

Gray Old nodded, and seeing that his men were cornered by the Black Cavalry and had no way out, he gave the order to retreat.

"You want to leave? Dream on." The Lingbao Lord suddenly became brave after the fact: "Everyone, come together. Don't let them get away."

Victory was in sight, and many people did move after Lord Ling's call. At this time, Xuan Shaoqi exchanged glances with Bu Jingyun, Bu Fan and Lan Jiuqing, and the three of them flew into the air at the same time and pounced on Hui Lao and Nanling Jinfan.

"Hurry up." Nanling Jinfan urged them again and again. Gray Old was quite surprised to see that these three people still had internal strength. He didn't care about his companions and ran towards the cliff with Nanling Jinfan.

"Chase." Xuan Shaoqi and the other two ignored the words of Castle Ling and the others and chased after them.

Without Hui Lao and Nanling Jinfan, the other weirdos were no longer a threat, but they were very good at running away. Even when surrounded by the Black Knights, five or six of them still managed to break through and escape.

"Don't let them drop sparks." The Ninth Prince didn't mind these people running away, but he couldn't let them ruin the way down the mountain.

"Yes." The Black Knight followed all the way, and the hidden arrows on his wrists came in handy at this time, chasing the group of weirdos in a panic. Even if a few of them ran away, they jumped down in panic and had no time to throw sparks.

The most important thing is that they also have to go down the mountain. If they throw sparks at this time, they will only burn themselves to death.

After a commotion, everyone except those who ran away was dead. Looking at the corpses on the ground and the pale-faced injured, Feng Qingchen turned around and went to the tent, carrying out a large medicine box.

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, and the Black Cavalry didn't need any instructions. The injured lined up one by one according to the severity of their injuries, waiting for Feng Qingchen to bandage them.

Those self-proclaimed righteous martial artists, after paying a heavy price to drive away Nanling Jinfan and his group, all looked smug, not caring about the injuries on their bodies at all, and loudly talked about how evil cannot prevail over good.

The Ninth Prince remained silent and ordered the Black Cavalry to clean up the battlefield. After Feng Qingchen finished bandaging the wounded, he prepared to go down the mountain.

The rock wall was covered with kerosene. Staying here for a moment longer would increase the danger. He had no interest in waiting for death with these people.

But the Ninth Prince wanted peace, but others would not let him. Fort Ling, as the representative of all the martial artists, stepped forward to thank the Ninth Prince: "Thank you for your righteousness, Uncle Ninth. If it were not for your help, we would have died here." While speaking, his eyes, full of justice, were fixed on the black rider behind the Ninth Prince.

Although Lord Lingbao was glad for the timely appearance of the Black Knight, he was more on guard.

The Ninth Prince brought so many people in right under his nose, but he had no idea about it. He was really derelict in his duty as the castle lord.

"No need." The Ninth Prince kept the person at a distance indifferently.

"Of course not. We are just burial objects. These evil demons came for the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle is not saving us. It is obviously him who harmed us. If it weren't for him, my brother wouldn't have died." The middle-aged warrior, who was nearly forty years old, glared at the Ninth Uncle viciously, as if he wanted to eat him up.

"The Ninth Prince must have anticipated this disaster, otherwise his people would not have appeared so timely." At this critical moment of life and death, these people needed an object to vent their anger. Nanling Jinfan's words "little king" made everyone guess that today's disaster was related to the change of regime in Dongling, and naturally they vented their anger on the Ninth Prince.

Everyone was talking at once. It was clear that they were only guessing, but they spoke as if they had seen it with their own eyes. If what they said was true, the Ninth Prince could not escape the accusation. Black Knight was listening to this with a rage. His right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, ready to pull out the tongues of all these people at the Ninth Prince's order.

"Uncle Ninth Prince, what does this mean? Do you want to kill us to silence us?" The fierce aura emanating from the Black Knight made even these old veterans feel a little scared.

"Retreat." The Ninth Prince did not take these people seriously at all. After giving the order to the Black Cavalry, he turned and walked in another direction.

Although the Black Cavalry were unwilling, they could not disobey military orders and could only retreat with anger. However, their eyes were fixed on those who spoke ill of the Ninth Prince.

They will remember these people and let them know that the Black Knights are not to be trifled with!