Chapter 5395 Will It Be a Relative?

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Although the person ran away, but the cruel words were released. Ling Chuxi knew the virtues of these aristocratic children, and he would definitely not stop there. It would not be long before he came back with his helper to take revenge, so after thinking about it, he put on his clothes again. Change the mask into men's clothing.

After checking that there were no flaws, Ling Chuxi continued to walk forward. Ling Chuxi didn't know whether those people were of his own race, so she was a little curious, so she naturally wanted to find out, but she didn't want to conflict with them again until she was sure.

After walking for more than an hour, I didn't see those young people appearing again.

Could it be that I have misjudged myself, those guys still have a bit of backbone, so I am embarrassed to ask someone to help take revenge? In any case, Ling Chuxi's mood relaxed a lot.

In front, there was a sudden sound of gold and iron clanging, and it seemed that someone had made a move. Ling Chuxi quickened her pace and rushed over.

In front of him, a middle-aged man stood with a sword in his hand, with a murderous look on his body. There were more than a dozen people who fought against him. Except for a white-haired old man, the others were big and small, men and women, and the youngest looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Although the number of people was slightly different, the difference in strength was also huge. The middle-aged man was unscathed, while the dozen or so people on the opposite side, led by the old man, were all injured, and they were almost powerless to fight again.

"Who the hell are you?" The old man gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, a trace of blood slid down his arm and dripped down on the ground along his fingers. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I would like to advise you, go back wherever you came from, don't waste your life in vain." The middle-aged man said indifferently.

The old man looked and looked at the juniors in the clan, and finally, his eyes rested on the youngest boy, with a hesitant expression on his face, as if it was difficult to make a decision.

When Ling Chuxi came, she happened to see this scene. She didn't know the two parties, so she didn't intervene, but subconsciously followed the old man's gaze.

Seeing the boy's appearance clearly, Ling Chuxi was slightly startled: This boy looks so familiar, he seems to have seen it somewhere. She didn't know many people in Zunjie, so after thinking about it for a while, she remembered that the appearance of this young man was 80% similar to that of Lu Weidong.

Could it be that he is a descendant of the Lu family? The more Ling Chuxi looked at it, the more she felt it was possible, they looked so much alike.

Back then when the Zhengzun League raided the Huanjian Zunfu's mansion, most of the masters of Huanjian Zunfu's family went to Xuanchan Zunfu's mansion, so that they were wiped out without any resistance. It is said that it is full, but who is sure that there are not one or two fish that slipped through the net?

Ling Chuxi was secretly guessing, the old man suddenly gritted his teeth, flew up, and violently attacked the middle-aged man.

"Looking for death!" The middle-aged man sneered coldly, and slashed out with a sword.

Ling Chuxi only now saw their strength clearly. The middle-aged man was in the middle stage of Xuanzun, which was nothing in Ling Chuxi's current eyes, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he was enough to be called a master.

That old man was at the early stage of Xuanzun, he was already inferior to him, and he was injured, how could he be able to block this sword.

With a clear cry, the long sword flew out of his hand, and the old man backed back again and again with a muffled groan, obviously his meridian was injured by the sword just now.

The middle-aged man succeeded in one move, and without mercy, he swung his sword and slashed at the old man's head.

"My lord father!" A woman in the crowd rushed out fiercely, trying to block his sword, but just as soon as they fought, she was also chopped off by the long sword in her hand. Chest heart arteries and veins are vital.

The situation is critical!

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