Chapter 257: Fierce Fighting in the Cave (Subscription Request)
There were several guards who were good at light work. They stopped their bodies in the air by tapping their left and right feet.

He gathered his inner strength, used the skills he had learned from practicing Iron Bridge and walking on the tip of a knife, stepped on these sharp spears, and used the force to fly upwards.

However, dozens of doors opened simultaneously on the rock walls on all sides.

Behind the door are corridors.

Dozens of White Skull Cult followers stood at the entrance of the corridor, holding sharp spears in their hands and throwing them out fiercely.

Among these Skeleton Cult followers, some are powerful and some are second-rate masters.

The sharp spear shot out has far more force than the stabbing force of the mechanism.

No matter how strong your martial arts skills are, it is difficult to dodge in the air.

Those guards were like skewers, impaled like hedgehogs, fell down, and were pierced to pieces by the sharp spears of the machines.

At this point, none of the guards of the Zhenwu Division were left alive.

Except for one.

A man who is covered in yellow and gray, like old cowhide.

He was lying in a spread-eagle position on the spiked mechanism on the ground.

His eyes were wide open and his body was covered in blood, as if he died with his eyes open.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the blood is not his at all.

Its eyes were open and occasionally moved.

This is of course a long way off.

When the ground collapsed, he fell sideways to the ground.

His body knocked the sharp mechanical spears sticking out of the ground crooked.

Watching the people from the Zhenwu Division die tragically one after another, and watching the old demon Qiu popping his head out to investigate the situation.

He simply took advantage of the situation and lay still.

He wanted to kill that old demon Qiu, but he wanted a one-on-one fight.

There are dozens of second- and third-rate fighters here, plus that old demon Qiu. How can he fight?

With so many people, let Yan Guilin handle it.

Yan Guilin fell less than ten feet before he quickly dotted a few times in the air and continued to soar upwards.

He caught all the sharp spears that were shot at him and fired back at them, killing a large number of them.

At this moment, he stepped on the smooth stone wall and went straight to kill the old demon Qiu who was looking down.

Old Demon Qiu saw that Yan Guilin dared to kill him directly after being ambushed.

His face turned evil, and he shouted:
"All the followers, follow me to surround and kill this man!!"

After saying that, six figures walked out from behind him, swooped down together, and fought with Yan Guilin in the air.

“Wow! Ha!!”

“Wow~!!”

“Hey~!!”

“Bang bang bang bang bang~!!”

Old Demon Qiu and the six deputy leaders all learned the White Skull Sect's claw skills. Their hands flashed white light in the air as they attacked Yan Guilin's forehead, lower body, chest and abdomen and other vital parts.

Yan Guilin's pair of Hunyuan palms flashed with a two-foot green light, and his two palms faced the seven claws. Every time he slapped out, it seemed that there were infinite changes in his hands. It looked like just one palm, but it was the fierce and ferocious claw skill that could force back the seven chief and deputy leaders of the White Skull Cult.

The eight men fought from high in the sky to the ground, their blue and white internal forces intertwined, making the hole in the wall even brighter.

The remaining dozen or so followers in the vicinity also flew down to assist the seven leaders in fighting against Yan Guilin.

"Bang bang bang!" The sounds of fighting were endless. Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide and watched Yan Guilin being besieged by more than 20 people like dumplings. He wondered in his heart whether this guy was reliable and whether he could hold on.

If the opponent's two palms are no match for dozens of claws, how should you respond afterwards?

Although he is pretending to be dead now, if Yan Guilin is also captured, there is no guarantee that these people from the White Skull Cult will not set fire to the body and burn it to destroy the evidence. By then, he will not be able to pretend anymore.

Without blinking, he stared at the group of people who were fighting from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the rock wall, leaving claw marks and deeper palm prints on the frozen rock wall. In his mind, he was thinking about the walking route he had memorized when he came in, whether he should take this opportunity to slip away.

Yan Guilin, who was almost drowned in the white light, suddenly shouted:
"Hunyuan Palm, fifth level!!".

His Flying Fish Suit suddenly flew up, and the powerful force on his body penetrated his body for a distance of five feet.

Old Demon Qiu, the six deputy leaders, and the dozen or so people who besieged him were all shocked by this force and flew backwards.

Old Demon Qiu took six steps back before he stopped.

Of the six deputy leaders, those with profound skills retreated ten steps, while those with weaker skills retreated directly twenty steps away.

And those second- and third-rate believers who came to besiege them.

The weaker ones were lifted into the air by the internal energy of this top-notch master, and hit the wall straight away with a whistling sound like stones thrown from the hands.

Bones exploded and flesh shattered, leaving a pool of blood on the wall before falling to the ground.

The second-rate fighters who were slightly stronger had their Hun Yuan internal force rush into their bodies, tearing and shaking them, and some of them could not withstand it and died on the spot.

Some of them covered their chests, looked painful, staggered backwards and fled from the battlefield.

This kind of battle was not something that these second-rate believers could participate in. An injured White Skull Cult member was already a little shaky.

He stepped on a mangled corpse, slipped, and fell face first to the ground.

He fell on another bloody corpse and was about to get up.

A rough hand like that of an ox, stained with blood, stretched out from the pile of corpses and grabbed the face of the believer.

His hands were tightly clasping the other's chin and nose. The believer stared at him, unable to even shout.

Then he pulled his palm inward.

There was a sound of "click".

Several spots on the face of this believer were directly pressed into indentations.

The squeezed blood flowed out from all his orifices, and his head fell on the corpse again.

Now that you've fallen, there's no need to get up.

Lu Yuan lay on the ground and quietly withdrew his hand.

There was no change on his face, he still had that look of "dying with eyes wide open" as he stared at Yan Guilin who was chasing after Old Demon Qiu.

A top-notch master, indeed very powerful.

His powerful internal force is simply beyond the ability of small minions to contend with, and anyone who touches him will almost die.

If you have this skill, you should have used it a long time ago, but you are still hiding it.

Lu Yuan was too tired to complain in his heart.

At this time, the only ones fighting against the enemy were seven first-rate masters, including Old Demon Qiu.

Even the seven masters were gradually losing the upper hand.

But even so, Lu Yuan had no intention of standing up and fighting with Yan Guilin.

Yan Guilin was in the upper hand at the moment. Given the other party's temper, if he intervened, he might anger him.

Don't let this person be so cruel as to watch these people attack him, otherwise he won't be able to bear it.

All the guards from the Zhenwu Division who came here were killed. Even if one more died, nothing would be found out.

It is better to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers before making a decision.

Qiu Lao Mo, who was besieging Yan Guilin with the six deputy leaders, saw that the imperial henchmen were so powerful that the seven of them were beaten and fell behind. He roared:
"Don't hold back! In such a cramped place, we have no way to retreat. We can never escape from this man. We must kill the court's lackeys to survive!!"

After saying that, he withdrew the internal force that was protecting his body, and all of it flowed into his claws. His claws were already blindingly white, and he fiercely grabbed at Yan Guilin's vitals.

The other six also knew that the seven of them were already somewhat defeated by the opponent. If they continued to be cautious and unwilling to fight with all their strength, they would lose the will to fight if they lost any one person.

Therefore, he gathered all his internal strength in his claws and attacked Yan Guilin even harder.

(End of this chapter)