Chapter 89 Counterattack

When Zhou Yiqiao heard what the servant said, he did not answer, but fell into deep thought.

The servant continued confidently.

"You don't have to waste time waiting for someone from the Xuanwei Army to discover what's going on here. I have set up an isolation circle here. Unless a powerful person from the Golden Core stage comes, you will never notice anything unusual."

"In that case, thank you fellow Taoist."

Zhou Yiqiao suddenly interrupted the man's eloquent show off. His pupils turned dark and deep, and a strange smile appeared on his always cold face.

When the servant saw Zhou Yiqiao's expression, the alarm immediately went off. He quickly activated his Dantian mana, took out a pair of golden armor, and wore the armor all over his body to prepare for the coming attack.

However, just as his defenses gathered together, a green short blade appeared above his head out of thin air.

The silver sword was covered with a layer of hazy white mist, exuding a cold air of loneliness, as if it would completely annihilate him in the next moment.

The servant looked at the green short blade hovering above his head, his eyes widened, his eyelids twitching, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his body kept shaking.

When his life was at stake, he no longer looked as arrogant as before. He fell to his knees with a plop and begged in a low voice.

"Spare...spare my life!"

Zhou Yiqiao sat cross-legged on the bed, supporting his head with his right hand, looking down at the servant, his lips moving slightly.

"late."

He whispered two words, and the aura on the green short blade suddenly changed, and dozens of rays of blood burst out, like snakes, flying towards the servant.

Those bloody lights were extremely fast, wrapping around the servant's body in the blink of an eye, and penetrated into his body along his flesh and blood.

In an instant, the servant's body twitched violently and howled in pain.

Zhou Yiqiao looked at his struggle indifferently, as if he didn't regard him as a living person at all.

After a while, the servant's cry gradually weakened, and finally disappeared from the world, leaving only a mutilated corpse lying at the foot of Zhou Yi Bridge.

"The Seven Kills Sword Technique is indeed a sword technique derived from the Seven Kills Technique of Breaking the Cocoon. It is indeed extremely powerful."

Zhou Yiqiao looked at the tragic death of the servant and murmured.

What he used was the Seven Killing Sword Technique after a lot of hard work. Although he had only reached the first level of mastery so far, but combined with the high-grade spiritual weapon Autumn Water Blade, its power was also devastating.

After getting rid of the servant at the door, Zhou Yiqiao turned to look at Zhang Xiongde's head.

After staring at it for a long time, he let out a long sigh, reached out and closed Zhang Xiongde's eyes, and burned them with his hand.

Although there was not much contact between the two after Zhou Yiqiao joined the Xuanwei Army, he was the one who pointed out a path for himself after all.

Zhou Yiqiao was filled with emotions when he thought that a few hours ago, they were drinking and chatting with each other, cherishing each other, but now they were separated by yin and yang, and life and death were unpredictable.

But the current situation cannot be described as Zhou Yiqiao was overly distressed. He picked up the storage bag beside the servant, penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness, and quickly took out a simple sword.

He avoided all the fatal parts of his body and stabbed it into his chest without ceremony.

The sharp sword penetrated directly, and the bright red blood flowed down, staining the floor red.

With another groan, Zhou Yiqiao controlled his spiritual power to hold the handle of the Pu Dao, pulled it out violently, and pulled it out of his body as blood spurted out.

His simple movement stopped the flowing blood, and then he walked outside.

The isolation circle set up by the servant was already fragile because it lost the continuous spiritual support of the master of the circle.

Zhou Yiqiao controlled the Gale Sword and slashed out two sword beams, destroying them easily.

As soon as the formation was destroyed, two patrolling guards soon discovered the seriously injured Zhou Yiqiao.

The two people exclaimed, rushed forward, supported Zhou Yiqiao and asked eagerly.

"Deacon Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yiqiao shook his head and said in a calm tone.

"Someone broke into the Lingzhi Warehouse. Go and report it to the commanders!"

Upon hearing this, one of the guards immediately ran outside, while the remaining one continued to transfer spiritual power into Zhou Yiqiao's body to help him recover from his injuries. .

In about a quarter of an hour, a group of four or five people came from outside.

The leading man is dressed in purple robes and brocade clothes. He has a tall and slender figure and an extraordinary handsome face. At first glance, he looks like a pampered man.

At this moment, his face was full of anxiety. After looking around, his eyes locked on Zhou Yiqiao, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"How did you get injured? Do you know who did it?"

As he spoke, he walked up to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Reporting to the commander, my subordinates were ordered by Mr. Luo to guard the elixir warehouse and have been responsible for guarding and protecting the safety of the warehouse."

"I was practicing in the house today. Suddenly, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building broke into the room and attacked the subordinate. The subordinate tried his best to kill the person. The body is still in the subordinate's room."

"As for who did it, my subordinates have no clue."

Zhou Yiqiao raised his head and said respectfully.

"Come on, take me to see this man's body."

The purple-robed man frowned, waved his hand, and gestured towards Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to neglect and immediately led the purple-robed man and his group towards the room.

After arriving in the bedroom, everyone immediately saw the mangled corpse of the servant covered in blood.

The blood soaked the entire room, filling the room with the strong and pungent smell of blood, which made many people who followed the purple-robed man take a breath and changed their initial impression of Zhou Yiqiao.

"This is the service of the Nangong family slave."

The purple-robed man took out the piece of clothing from the pool of blood without caring, and after identifying it, he told the people behind him.

"The Nangong family? Why did the Nangong family attack the spiritual plant warehouse of our Xuanwei Army?"

Behind the purple-robed man, a burly man in armor heard the words and said solemnly.

He is short and fat, with a dark complexion. It seems that he has been in the military camp all year round and has not had much contact with the world.

The man in purple robe did not answer the man's doubts, but frowned and pondered for a while, summoned the two guards and whispered a few instructions, and then asked them to take the body down and dispose of it.

Afterwards, he ordered the burly man behind him to send people to closely monitor the safety of Lingzhi's warehouse, and to investigate the motives of the Nangong family's trip.

After explaining all this, the purple-robed man comforted Zhou Yiqiao with a few words, and then led the rest of the people to leave the spiritual plant warehouse in a hurry. Obviously, there were other important matters that needed to be dealt with.