Chapter 212 Night Battle in Prison

Now, just outside the prison, there is really a group of people watching. These people are from the Zhang family in South China Province, and their purpose is to silence Zhang Wenchang.

This time, the team leader was a master from the younger generation of the Zhang family. Zhang Qing, who also came from Baiyun Valley, looked at the prison with his hands behind his back, sighed and said: "The original choice itself was a mistake. It really caused us a lot of trouble. Someone to mess with."

Zhang Yong whispered from the side: "The reason why the family got you back this time was because they hoped to succeed with one blow. No one expected that it would turn out like this."

Zhang Qing said in a low voice: "Zhao Yiming is now a standard figure in Baiyun Valley. Not only does he have extraordinary abilities, but he also has a very high status. You also know that I hang out with the Chang family and have a close relationship with the young master of the Chang family.

I got the news from him that everyone has confirmed that Wu Guangtian, the elder of the inner sect of the first level of the master, died in his hands. No matter what method he used, this combat power is beyond our reach. "

Zhang Xin was born in the Xuantian Sword Sect. He also whispered: "I am more worried about Senior Brother Jian Chenzi. He is definitely a genius. I once saw him wield a sword. I even fought with him." I don’t even have the courage.”

Zhang Qing sighed again and said: "I didn't expect Zhao Yiming to come back so soon, so we must not let him ask Zhang Wenchang. If we are exposed, how do you want us to face these two geniuses."

Zhang Xin nodded and said, "I think tonight is the best time to take action. Zhao Yiming just came back today. He probably wouldn't have thought that we would take action. We must make a quick decision." The other two people nodded after hearing this.

Rongcheng's chief catcher, Nie Qing, is also very skilled in martial arts. Because Luo Jianxiang once had a grudge with him, he has always been by his side.

He told his men: "You must cheer me up tonight. There can be no mistakes. Tomorrow Prince Zhao will come to interrogate this Zhang Wenchang. Do you understand?"

Zhang Wenchang sat in the cell, looked up at Nie Qing and said, "I don't know which Prince Zhao Nie is talking about. Why do you want to interrogate me?"

Nie Qing sneered and said: "Prince Zhao is the famous Baiyun Valley true disciple Zhao Yiming. As for why he wants to interrogate you, don't you know it yourself?"

Zhang Wenchang was secretly shocked, but said very calmly on his face: "It turns out to be that trash, who did I think it was?"

Nie Qingxiao looked at him with interest and said: "You should be the first person to say that the true disciples of Baiyun Valley are trash. If they are trash, then who are you?"

Zhang Wenchang was speechless, thinking secretly in his heart that the Zhang family should take action, but whether they would save him or kill him to silence him, I'm afraid it would most likely be the latter.

Zhao Yiming looked at Zhou Xiyao and said: "In a moment, you will mainly help me raid the formation. Don't get into a real fighting state. By the way, help me keep an eye on the prisoner to avoid being killed in the chaos."

Zhou Xiyao said nonchalantly: "Whatever you say is fine, but are you sure you can deal with those people?"

Zhao Yiming snorted coldly from his nose and said: "They are just some clowns. I must let them know how powerful I am."

Zhou Xiyao touched Zhao Yiming with her hand, pursed her lips downwards, and saw dozens of men in black moving towards the cell.

Zhao Yiming didn't have the habit of reminding others, so he took out the black bow he had originally, bent the bow and shot several arrows in a row, each arrow hitting a man in black in the back.

The man in black did not expect to suffer such a sudden blow, and couldn't help but scream, which also alerted the guards inside, who suddenly lit up their torches.

Zhou Xiyao grabbed a few tiles casually, crushed them into pieces with her hands, and threw them out with her hands. The man in black fell half down, and then with a movement of her body, she was thrown into the prison.

When Zhang Qing saw that the matter had been exposed, he immediately shouted: "Brothers, follow me and fight in, and we must rescue the family master." At this time, he also put a smoke bomb to make others mistakenly think that they were the Zhang family's men.

Zhang Yong clapped his palms together, sending out two flames, which hit the cell door heavily, blowing it into pieces, and then he threw himself in. But just as he rushed in, he saw a person hitting him with a palm. The two people matched their palms, and he stepped back several steps.

Nie Qing also felt his palms getting hot, and he shouted sharply: "You are Flame Palm, are you from the Haotian Sect?"

Zhang Yong smiled and said: "There are many people who know Flame Palm. How can you guess it? If you are sensible, get out of my way. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Nie Qing raised his head and laughed and said, "Then I want to see how cruel and ruthless a little thief you are, if you hit me again." The two of them fought instantly.

Just as Zhang Qing and the two men were about to rush into the prison, they saw a cold sword coming down on their heads. The two men dodged to both sides and saw Zhao Yiming standing in front of the two men carrying a green wave knife.

Zhang Xin secretly took a breath and said, "I'll deal with him. You go in and save the head of the family." As he spoke, he swung his long sword in his hand and struck it down with a heavy blow.

Zhao Yiming waved his knife to block, and the two of them took two steps back. Zhang Qing seized this opportunity, got in through the gap, and ran towards the prison.

Zhao Yiming didn't take it seriously. He looked at Zhang Xin in front of him with twinkling eyes and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the heavy sword technique of Xuantian Sword Sect. If someone like you is Zhang Wenchang, My subordinate, you are really putting gold in his face."

Zhang Xin remained silent, threw out the long sword in his hand, and then took out an epee, without any reservation, and immediately pounced on him.

This heavy sword technique refers to the word "heavy". Every blow is very powerful, as if it can crack stone monuments and crack stones, and the person who is pressed will be breathless.

This time, Zhao Yiming was referring to the string-breaking sword technique. The moves were extremely ferocious. Each move only took the opponent's head, trying to cut the opponent in two.

Zhang Xin was only at the third level of Huayuan Realm, which was far from Zhao Yiming. Although he tried his best to attack for more than a dozen moves, he was unable to use his strength after that.

Zhao Yiming seized this opportunity and used the Liuyun Meizong Bu to bully him. He raised his hand and cut off his head with a knife.

"Congratulations to the host, for killing Zhang Xin, a disciple of the Zhang family, and gained one thousand experience points and one Shura point."

Zhao Yiming frowned slightly, and then struck out with a chopping palm, hitting Zhang Yong on the chest. This palm directly broke his bones and tendons, killing him.

"Congratulations to the host. You killed Zhang Yong, a disciple of the Zhang family. You gained 800 experience points and one Shura point."

Zhao Yiming was very confused. He didn't expect that these people were really disciples of the Zhang family. He turned and walked towards the prison.