Chapter 118 118 Hearts to choose
In the middle of the night, only an occasional carriage passed by in Tanyang City.
The vocal music of the music building in the distance kept floating, mixed with laughter.
The two chased and fled, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived at the door of a pawnshop on the corner of the street.
"You can't run, put things down!" Qingsu said coldly.
In terms of running, she was obviously slightly faster than the opponent.
Not long after, the two hurriedly fought several tricks. The figure was eager to get out, but kept getting entangled in her.
Seeing that the time dragged on, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he immediately threw away the box, spread his arms, and fought against Qingsu with all his strength.
The figure moves are complete, and the movements are wide open and close. Based on the arms, the offensive and defensive power is much greater than that of Qingsu.
As a whole, it seems to be the level of the fifth grade.
After he threw away the burden and shot with all his strength, Qing Su was obviously unable to resist.
In the confrontation between ordinary tricks, Qing Su was careless, and his strength was not accurate.
In addition, Jinpeng Secretlu has few confrontational tricks. In her actual combat experience, she mostly uses sneak attacks and assassinations, and there are very few head-to-head fights like this.
At this time, the strength was wrong, and a flaw was suddenly revealed.
!
The figure hit her on the left shoulder, knocking her back a few steps.
After repelled Qingsu, the figure picked up the box and turned around and ran.
"Don't think about leaving!" Qing Su still wanted to chase.
Suddenly, she paused and her body fell down.
Whoosh!
A black dart passed over her head and was nailed diagonally to the wooden door of the pawnshop behind.
If she didn't realize it just now, I'm afraid it's already.
Frightened in his heart, Qing Su hurriedly chased the figure in front of him.
But suddenly she stopped again, her eyes fixed on the front.
The figure also stopped at this moment, and slightly cupped his hands towards the other man in black robe.
"Messenger!" The figure whispered.
"This is the proof you said?" the messenger asked in a soft voice. The voice line is a bit unfeminine.
"Exactly." The figure replied quickly.
"Go. I'll deal with this little girl." The messenger's eyes fell on Qingsu, and each had two more black cross darts in his hands.
Shoo!
He rushed forward abruptly, and the speed of his figure made Qingsu unable to react for a while.
When she came back to her senses, the opponent had already jumped out of the shadow on the right, and a dart shot silently at her chest.
When Qingsu bent down to avoid the dart, and then got up, there was already a second dart in front of him.
The second dart was pinched by a slender black palm and stabbed straight at her, only half a meter away from her.
That's too late!
Qingsu's center of gravity was unstable at this time, and there was no way to move and dodge the second time.
Looking at the silent black dart, fear flashed in her eyes.
Countless thoughts, countless thoughts, didn't even have time to flash, they burst like bubbles.
Sizz!
The dart suddenly hovered in front of Qingsu.
The tip of was only a finger away from her eyelids.
The messenger turned around quickly, and blocked the dart in his hand to the left.
! !
Amidst the heavy impact, a silver wheel spun at a high speed and slammed into the front of the dart.
Sharp serrations against the black dart.
The two giant forces collided and canceled.
The messenger swung with all his strength.
The silver wheel spins and slashes into the side wall.
He gasped slightly and looked in the direction where the silver wheel was flying. The eyes are solemn.
"Who are you!?"
The other side of the street.
A burly figure in a black robe appeared under the eaves of the shop at some point.
"Twice."
The burly figure gently lifted his black robe, revealing a tall body with a black mask underneath.
"Unfortunately, when you appeared in front of me, the result was already doomed."
Hoo!
In an instant, the figure stepped forward, and the ground cracked.
Boom! !
The figure burst into flames, crossed the street in the blink of an eye, and took the messenger with a palm.
The broad palm is in the dark, like a stone statue carved from marble, with clear lines and a hard and vast.
"The Emperor Yan Talisman."
"Innate One!"
There was a muffled boom.
The palm landed on the dart that the messenger hastily raised.
The dart broke and dropped.
The messenger's arms were in severe pain, and his legs were firmly fixed on the ground, but the boots were pushed by a huge force, and two black lines were pulled out.
A carriage just passed by in the street.
Horses startled, neighed, and raised their front hooves.
The carriage overturned.
The messenger slammed into the wall and rolled on the spot, avoiding the chasing palm from behind.
!
The wall was punched with two holes.
"Return to the source!" The messenger roared.
The sound vibrated, like Hong Zhong Dalu, which actually accelerated the energy and blood of his muscles at the same time.
He raised his arms, and a series of darts shot out.
But all the darts missed.
In front of him, the burly figure just now disappeared.
"On the side!" The messenger reacted, but it was too late.
He dropped his elbow and tried to block.
But the elbow was swung away, and a sharp pain came from the waist.
"you!??"
Before he finished speaking, he was already held by a pair of big hands around his waist and slammed down.
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The waist was broken, and the dart that the messenger finally squeezed in his hand fell to the ground weakly, bounced a few times, and lay quietly on the black slate.
Zhang Rongfang loosened the corpse that was almost smashed into two sections and looked up into the distance.
The shadow holding the box has disappeared.
"It ran fast enough."
He looked at Qing Su who was pale.
"Are you okay?"
"It's alright. Your lord." Qingsu looked at the envoy who was out of breath.
"What is the origin of this person?"
With her fourth-rank mastery of self-cultivation, she was unable to withstand two moves in front of the opponent.
One can imagine how strong this person is.
At least rank 6 or above.
You must know that even at rank five, she can't lose so quickly.
After all, she majored in self-cultivation, and the speed of the fourth-grade body-work method was similar to that of many sixth-grade body-cultivation methods.
But the man just now.
can beat her so fast.
This means that the other party is also a master of body skills, and is a master of body skills higher than her.
Or a high-quality expert far beyond her level!
"Don't care about his origin. Since he dares to probe my bottom, it means that someone has already doubted me."
Zhang Rongfang said calmly.
"Since you are in doubt, let's go and find out today."
"If the water is deep, back away."
"If the water is shallow."
His eyes were suddenly deep.
"Then let them understand that my things are not so easy to take."
Smell.
Qingsu saw a flower in front of her eyes, but she was shocked to find that the figure had disappeared.
She hurriedly chased after a few steps, but only by the moonlight, she could see a vague figure gradually disappearing at the end of the street in the distance.
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Zhao Tianming ran all the way, he ignored the situation of the messenger behind him, and he had no idea whether the messenger could stop the white eagle.
But the box in his hand is definitely the key to his success this time.
He analyzed the identity of the white eagle from various clues.
determined that Bai Ying was most likely related to Zhang Ying, so he sneaked into Zhang Ying's house.
As soon as he found a suspicious box and was about to unlock it, Qingsu found it.
This made him even more convinced that he was looking for the right person.
immediately took the box and ran.
Surrounded by a dark-lit bungalow area, turning around, drilling into the alleyway, hiding the figure.
Zhao Tianming suddenly stopped in place.
At the exit of the alley in front of him, a burly figure slowly walked out from the wall.
It was Zhang Rongfang who came by detour.
He's been here for so long, and the surroundings are too familiar.
In addition, he has now broken through the ninth grade, and his five senses are sharp.
simply blocked the opponent's route in advance.
"Hand over your things. Forgive you not to die." Zhang Rongfang said coldly, his figure almost blocking the entire entrance of the alley.
Zhao Tianming took two steps back, his eyes under the mask suddenly narrowed, and he looked behind Zhang Rongfang.
"Help me stop him!" He growled and stepped back.
"Think I'll be fooled?"
Zhang Rongfang wanted to chase after him.
Suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him.
He grabbed a backhand.
!
The claws firmly grasped the machete stabbed behind him.
In an instant, two figures, one to the left and one to the right, slashed at him with knives from behind at the same time.
One after another sword light was continuously resolved by Zhang Rongfang, or avoided, one after another.
"Who is it!?" He moved quickly with both hands, constantly resisting the two swordsmen.
The swordsmanship of these two people is continuous, wave after wave, like a rapid wave, turbulent and hard to breathe.
And the style in it makes Zhang Rongfang feel familiar.
Suddenly his heart flashed.
"Black Ten Sect!?"
"Holy Fire!" Suddenly, one person's sword light converged.
Om!
In an instant, the light of the knife rose sharply, like a silver curtain, slashing from top to bottom.
The strange thing is that the knife light fell in the air of Zhang Rongfang, and even sputtered the starting point of Mars.
Zhang Rongfang pulled back, grabbed the wall with one hand, dug out a piece of gravel and smashed it forward.
A large piece of gravel was cut open by the knife light, and a little bit of it still penetrated, forcing the man to chase after him.
At the moment when he was stunned.
Zhang Rongfang's figure dashed forward like a ghost, passing by. Turn around and run towards the other person.
"Step back."
His arms were spread out, like a big bird, and the muscles all over his body bulged.
"Heavy Mountain!!"
Boom!
The man was struck by lightning and flew away. It slid more than a meter on the ground before stopping.
He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, but his arms were trembling uncontrollably. It was obvious that the blow just now made his hands almost lose their strength.
He looked up suddenly, but found that there was no one in front of him.
"Who are you looking for?"
Suddenly a ghostly figure appeared behind him.
!
He raised his sword to slash, but his wrist was held by the backhand.
"Holy Wind!" The limit-breaking technique erupted rapidly.
But unfortunately it was too late.
puff.
A paw gripped his throat from behind.
"Let him go! Otherwise, tonight, you will die!"
At this time, the other end of the roadway.
A thin figure wearing a black silver-edged cloak rushed over.
Behind the figure, a group of Scimitar disciples from the Black Ten Sect, led by a famous player, rushed towards Zhang Rongfang.
Under the cloak of the thin figure, a small purple-black snake slowly emerged.
The little snake crawls slowly along his shoulders, twisting around.
"Snake King?" Zhang Rongfang stared at this man.
"Golden Wings Tower?" The Snake King raised his face, his reddish eyes looked eerily scarlet like snake letters.
"When did a little white eagle dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"
His right arm drooped under his cloak, and a short golden knife slowly slipped out of his cuff.
(end of this chapter)
