C182 Death of the Blood Spider

When Qu Ling and the others arrived, they saw the sight of Xu Man lying in a pool of blood.

A man wearing black clothing with a black conical bamboo hat stood in front of her. When he saw Qu Ling and the others, he coldly laughed, "Junior Sister, oh junior sister, you have truly disappointed me."

Hearing his words, Xu Man struggled to lift her head. Her lips moved, but before she could say anything, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face, which had already lost a lot of blood, instantly turned even paler.

Murong Yan's eyes became serious, and he decisively said: "Withdraw!"

Xiao Yi and Xiao San who did not manage to see the people from the Southern Guarding Prince Palace also reacted, quickly retreating together with Murong Yan and Qu Ling.

"You want to leave?" Li Ying sneered and raised his hand.

Dozens of assassins appeared around the abandoned workshop and surrounded Qu Ling and the rest.

Xiao Yi and Xiao San immediately brandished their swords and moved forward, clashing with the killers.

On the other side, Murong Yan protected Qu Ling as he blocked the assassins in their direction.

Although he wasn't at a disadvantage, he was still unable to gain any benefits.

Seeing that, Qu Ling immediately took out his flute and blew on it.

A melodious flute melody rang out, and a strange aura surged out from the surroundings.

Li Ying turned his head and looked at Qu Ling, his eyes turning extremely sinister in an instant.

She quickly moved forward, wielding her blade she attacked the flute in Qu Ling's hands.

Murong Yan would not allow him to succeed.

With a quick twist of his wrist, he attacked the long swords of those assassins, changing the direction of their attacks and blocking the long blades wielded by Li Ying.

At the same time, Xiao Yi and Xiao San had gotten rid of the few assassins and returned to Qu Ling's side.

The three of them formed a circle around Qu Ling, protecting him in the middle.

Qu Ling played the flute leisurely, his eyes were cold as he looked at the fierce eagle in the lead.

Very quickly, amidst the clashing of blades and swords, the sound of rustling could be heard from all directions.

Under the control of the flute music, a large number of wormwood ants rushed into the workshop and rushed towards those assassins.

Although these assassins were in danger while walking on the edge of the blade, they had never encountered such a terrifying scene.

Not long after that, the twenty-odd assassins were entangled by these insects, making them unable to escape.

Li Ying took two steps back and returned to Xu Manru's side. With a gloomy face, he looked at Qu Ling who was being protected by Murong Yan behind him, and suddenly raised his head and laughed, "The Five Holy Church has fallen, and the Five Holy Envoys have disappeared for many years. I never thought that I would be able to witness such a terrifying insect control technique in my lifetime."

Murong Yan did not want to waste words with him, without saying a word, he raised his sword and rushed forward.

With the old hatred added on top of the new hatred, the two were unable to part ways.

Xiao Yi and Xiao San protected Qu Ling as they went to hack at the assassins from time to time.

They finally had the upper hand.

However, this was the first time he summoned so many bugs for a battle. Normally, he was afraid that his flute would attract insects and ants, but he was only cultivating his mental cultivation method and didn't train his Qi or the flute. Not long after, he played until the next time he refused, his lips and tongue turned numb.

The sound of the flute gradually weakened, and the densely-packed snake-bug and rat ants lost control, slowly spreading out in all directions.

The killers were able to catch their breath, they immediately turned their swords and attacked Qu Ling, while the other group went to help Murong Yan's Eagles.

The moonlight fell down and the light was reflected back into the dozens of sharp swords.

Qu Ling's eyes were wide open as he looked at the sword lights. For a moment, he thought that he was going to die.

She was only sixteen years old, in her prime, in her youth. Before she had seen enough of this world, before she had opened her South Wind House full to the brim and became the head of the nation's number one waiter in Qi, before she had even married Xiao Jingyue, before she had even given birth to a baby for Xiao Jingyue, before she had even seen the little monkey beg for a wife to marry her husband, she was already cold in here?

"Madam, run!" Xiao Yi suddenly shouted.

The enemy had too many people and their martial arts were not weak. No matter how good Xiao Yi and Xiao San were, their hands could not even withstand four punches and were simply unable to protect Qu Ling.

Qu Ling did not know about martial arts, but with today's cultivation and mental cultivation methods, he had some inner strength, adding on to that, he was extremely intelligent, and could only stand and take a beating.

She scrambled left and right to dodge the attack. Although she was not injured for a while, her clothes were torn by swords. Her hat had fallen off at some point, and her head was feeling cold. She was in a very sorry state.

Li Ying's own strength was not comparable to Murong Yan's, but with the help of a few killers, Murong Yan was momentarily helpless against him, and had instead been caught off guard by him.

After he stabbed his sword into one of the killers's chest, Murong Yan shouted to Qu Ling: "Ah Ling, run!"

Qu Ling was about to cry.

She wanted to run, but she had to be able to.

The two assassins who separated themselves from the group to assassinate Qu Ling were fighting with fire in their eyes because they wanted to kill Qu Ling in the first place. Qu Ling moved slowly, a cold light flashed in their eyes as they quickly used their swords to stab towards the location of Qu Ling's fatal point.

After Qu Ling tripped one of the assassins, he had no more strength.

Lying paralyzed on the ground, he stared at the approaching blade of the sword and his pupils violently contracted.

In the nick of time, the Blood Spider that she had been hiding in her arms all along suddenly scuttled out, pouncing towards the black-clothed man's face.

The hitman's hand trembled in fear, and his sword pierced the tree trunk behind Qu Ling.

Seeing that, Qu Ling used his last bit of strength and rolled to the side.

The assassin cursed as he grabbed the spider in front of his face and threw it into the air.

At the same time, he drew out his sword from the tree trunk and hacked towards the blood spider.

Silver sword light flashed past Qu Ling's eyes, and in the next moment, red and black blood splashed onto her face, falling down from her forehead.

Qu Ling's pupils trembled as he looked at the Blood Spider's corpse that was cut into two by the sword. He felt a dull pain from his chest that he had not felt for a long time.

The next moment, she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it!" The assassin who was about to be pounced on by the blood spider suddenly roared and knelt down while covering his face.

His face was completely black and red, and this black and red color was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The assassin who was tripped by Qu Ling got up and immediately raised his sword to kill Qu Ling. However, before he could even get close to Qu Ling, he was struck by the blood spider's poisonous blood.

Just as it was about to land on his eyes.

As the situation turned around, the two assassins, who were filled with killing intent, covered their faces and kneeled on the ground, wailing in pain.

Qu Ling held onto the location of his heart, and gasped for air nonstop. His lips, which had become white from overconsumption, revealed a trace of a strange purple color.

Using all of his strength, he quickly stood up and picked up the Blood Spider's corpse, hugging it tightly.

The Jade Scorpion, who was still in Qu Ling's embrace, seemed to have sensed something and crawled out, continuously waving its tentacles at the Blood Spider's corpse.

Qu Ling's eyes burned as tears rolled down his cheeks.

The Jade Scorpion, who had been hit by the tear, paused in its movements and then quieted down.

A moment later, he crawled back into Qu Ling's embrace listlessly.

The two sides were still fighting intensely. Murong Yan glanced at Qu Ling and frowned, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger.

At this moment, the two assassins bore the pain of the poison and struggled to get up.

He forcefully took his last breath and pounced towards Qu Ling.

One of the killers shouted with a twisted face, "Go to hell!"

Because he did not expect the two to actually be able to get back up after being poisoned by the Blood Spider's poison, Qu Ling still sat on the spot in a daze.

In the nick of time, a cold light pierced through the sky.

As the light fell, the two of them felt a pain in their wrists.

Afterwards, they heard a "Dang" sound as their swords fell to the ground.

Along with the other one, the wrists of the men holding the swords.