Chapter 118

Chapter 118

In the middle of the night, there was only an occasional carriage passing by in Tan Yang City.

The vocal music from the Lelou in the distance kept coming, mixed with the sound of coquettish laughter.

The two chased and fled, and in a blink of an eye they arrived in front of a pawn shop on the corner of the street.

"You can't run, put your things down!" Qing Su said coldly.

In terms of running, she was obviously a little faster than the opponent.

Not long after, the two hastily exchanged moves. The figure was eager to get away, but was constantly entangled by her.

Seeing the time dragged on, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he immediately threw away the box, stretched his arms, and fought against Qing Su with all his strength.

The silhouette's moves are complete, its movements are wide open and closed, based on its arms, its offensive and defensive strength is much greater than Qing Su's.

On the whole, it is impressively the level of the fifth rank.

After he threw away the burden and shot with all his strength, Qing Su obviously couldn't resist.

During the confrontation with ordinary moves, Qing Su was careless, and the strength was not sure.

In addition, Jinpeng Milu's confrontational moves are not many. In her actual combat experience, she mostly used sneak attacks and assassinations, and rarely fought head-on like this.

At this time, the strength was wrong, and a flaw was suddenly revealed.

Boom!

The figure hit her on the left shoulder with one move, knocking her back a few steps heavily.

After repelling Qing Su, the figure picked up the box and turned around to run.

"Don't even think about leaving!!" Qing Su still wanted to chase.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped, and her body fell down.

Whoosh!

A black dart flew across her head and was nailed obliquely to the wooden door of the pawnshop behind.

If she hadn't noticed just now, she might have already.

Shocked in his heart, Qing Su hastily chased after the figure in front again.

But suddenly she stopped again, her eyes fixed on the front.

The figure also stopped at this moment, and slightly cupped its hands towards another man in black robe.

"Messenger!" The figure whispered.

"Is this the proof you said?" the envoy asked softly. The voice line is a bit unmasculine.

"Exactly." The figure replied quickly.

"Go. I'll take care of this little girl." The envoy's eyes fell on Qing Su, and there were two extra black cross darts in each hand.

Swish!

He rushed forward suddenly, and the speed of his figure made Qing Su unable to react for a while.

When she regained consciousness, the other party had jumped out of the shadow on the right, and a dart was shot silently at her chest.

When Qing Su bent down to avoid the dart and got up again, 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! !

At this moment, Qing Su's center of gravity was unstable, and there was no way to move and dodge the second time.

Looking at the silent black dart, fear appeared in her eyes.

Countless thoughts, countless thoughts, had no time to flash past, and they burst like bubbles.

hiss!

The dart suddenly hovered in front of Qing Su's eyes.

The tip was only a finger away from her eyelid.

The envoy turned around quickly, blocking the dart to the left in his hand.

Boom! ! !

Amidst the heavy impact, a silver wheel rotated at high speed and slammed into the front of the dart hard.

The sharp sawtooth hit the black dart.

The two giant forces collided and counteracted.

The messenger swung it with all his strength.

The silver wheel spun and slashed fiercely into the side wall.

Panting slightly, he looked towards the direction where Yinlun was flying. His eyes are dignified.

"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 unknown time.

"Twice."

The burly figure gently lifted the black robe, revealing a tall body with a black mask underneath.

"Unfortunately, when you appeared in front of me, the result was already doomed."

call! !

In an instant, the figure stepped forward, and the ground split open.

boom! ! !

The figure exploded, crossed the street in the blink of an eye, and took a palm towards the messenger.

In the darkness, the broad palm is like a stone statue carved from marble, with clear lines, hard and huge.

"The Flame Emperor Talisman."

"Heavenly Qi!!"

There was a muffled bang.

The palm landed on the dart that the messenger hastily raised.

The dart broke and was let go.

The messenger's arms were in severe pain, and his legs were firmly fixed on the ground, but the boots were suddenly pushed by a huge force, and two black lines were pulled out.

A carriage just passed by in the street.

The horses were frightened, neighed, and raised their front hooves.

The carriage overturned.

The emissary's body hit the wall and rolled on the spot, avoiding the palm that was chasing after him.

Boom!

Two holes were punched in the wall.

"Return to the source!!" The messenger roared.

The sound vibrated, like a great bell, which actually made the muscles and blood of his whole body accelerate at the same time.

He raised his arms, and a series of darts came out of his hands.

But all the darts fell flat.

In front of his eyes, the burly figure just now had disappeared.

"On the side!!" The envoy reacted, but it was too late.

He dropped his elbow, trying to block it.

But the elbow was swung away, and a sharp pain came from the side of the waist.

"you!!??"

Before he could finish his sentence, a pair of big hands grabbed his waist and smashed him down.

Boom! !

The waist was broken, and the dart that the emissary held in his hand finally fell to the ground weakly, bounced a few times, and lay quietly on the black stone slab.

Zhang Rongfang let go of the nearly smashed body, and looked up into the distance.

The black figure holding the box had disappeared.

"It's fast enough."

He looked at the pale Qing Su beside him.

"Are you okay?"

"It's all right, my lord." Qing Su looked at the emissary who was already out of breath.

"Where did this person come from?"

With her fourth-rank main body cultivation skill, she couldn't survive two moves in front of the opponent.

One can imagine how strong this person is.

At least rank six or above.

You must know that even if she is a fifth rank, she can't lose so quickly.

After all, she mainly cultivates body skills, and the speed of the fourth-level body skills is similar to that of many sixth-level players who do not practice body skills.

But that person just now.

Can beat her so quickly.

This means that the other party is also a master of agility, a master of agility higher than her.

Or it's a high-quality master who is far beyond her level!

"Don't worry about his background. Since he dared to probe into my background, it means that someone has already doubted me."

Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

"Since you doubt it, let's go find out today."

"If the water is deep, back up."

"If the water is shallow."

His eyes suddenly darkened.

"Then let them understand that my things are not so easy to get."

swish.

Qing Su's eyes blurred, but he was shocked to find that the figure had disappeared.

She chased a few steps in a hurry, but she could only see a faint figure disappearing at the end of the street in the distance under the moonlight.

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Zhao Tianming ran all the way, he didn't pay attention to the situation of the envoy behind him, he didn't know whether the envoy could stop the white eagle or not.

But the box in his hand is definitely the key to whether he can perform meritorious service this time.

From various clues, he analyzed the identity of White Eagle.

Determined that Bai Ying was most likely related to Zhang Ying, so he sneaked into Zhang Ying's home.

As a result, just as he found a suspicious box and was about to unlock it, Qing Su found it.

This made him even more convinced that he had found the right person.

Immediately take the box and run.

Surrounding a dark bungalow area, turning around, burrowing into the alleyway, hiding his figure.

Zhao Tianming suddenly paused and stopped in place.

At the exit of the alleyway in front of him, a burly figure slowly walked out from the wall.

It was Zhang Rongfang who came by detour.

He has been working in this neighborhood for so long, and the surroundings have long been familiar with each other.

In addition, now that he has broken through the ninth rank, his five senses are keen.

Simply block the opponent's route in advance.

"Hand over the things. Please don't die." Zhang Rongfang said coldly, his figure almost blocking the entrance of the alleyway.

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 quickly.

"Think I'll be fooled?"

Zhang Rongfang wanted to chase after him.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blowing behind me.

He grabbed it with a backhand.

Boom! !

His claws firmly grasped the scimitar stabbing behind him.

In an instant, two figures, one on the left and the other on the right, slashed at him from behind with a knife at the same time.

The saber lights were constantly being pointed at or avoided by Zhang Rongfang, and they were resolved one after another.

"Who!?" He moved his hands quickly, constantly resisting the two people's serial swords.

The saber skills of these two people continued continuously, wave after wave, like rapid waves, turbulent and difficult to breathe.

Moreover, the style in it is vaguely familiar to Zhang Rongfang.

Suddenly his heart flashed.

"Black Ten Religion!?"

"Sacred fire!" Suddenly, one of the swords turned away.

hum! !

In an instant, the light of the saber surged, like a silver curtain, cutting down from top to bottom.

Strangely, the knife light fell into the mid-air of Zhang Rongfang, and it even splashed sparks from the starting point.

Zhang Rongfang drew back, grabbed the wall with one hand, picked out a piece of gravel and threw it forward.

A large piece of rubble was cut open by the light of the knife, but a little bit penetrated through, forcing the man to give chase.

Just at the moment when his knife was lighted.

Zhang Rongfang's figure rushed forward like a ghost, passing him by. Turn around and rush to the other person.

"Take a step back."

He spread his arms out like a big bird, and his muscles squirmed and bulged.

"Heavy Mountain!!!"

Boom!

The man was struck by a huge force as if struck by lightning. Gliding on the ground for more than one meter before stopping.

He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, but his arms couldn't help shaking, apparently the blow just now made his hands almost useless.

He raised his head suddenly, but found that there was no one in front of him.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared behind him.

Boom!

He raised his knife to cut, but his wrist was held backhanded.

"Holy wind!!" The limit-breaking technique exploded rapidly.

But alas, it was too late.

Poof.

A claw pinched his throat from behind.

"Let him go! Otherwise, tonight, you will die!!"

At this time the other end of the lane.

A thin figure wearing a black silver-trimmed cloak hurried over.

Behind the figure, a group of machete disciples from the Black Ten Sect, led by a famous master, rushed towards Zhang Rongfang.

Under the cloak of the thin figure, a small purple-black snake slowly drilled out.

The little snake crawled slowly along his shoulder, entangled.

"Snake King?" Zhang Rongfang fixed his eyes on this person.

"Golden Wing Building?" The Snake King raised his face, his reddish eyes looked as scarlet and weird as snake letters.

"When did a little white eagle dare to act presumptuously in front of me?"

His right arm was drooping under his cloak, and a golden dagger slowly slipped out of the cuff.