Zhao Yun used Escape and sneaked into the so-called Zhou Mansion.
As he expected, the mansion was not simple. There were a lot of restrictions secretly put in place. There were many gangster figures walking past in groups. It was time for patrol. They all had ghost-headed knives hanging on their waists. They did not forget to chat during the patrol.
They were all talking about robbing families and homes, and I was thinking to myself that one day I would go out and do it again.
Zhao Yun sneaked all the way and easily avoided detection.
Compared to the Liu family, the restrictions imposed by the Zhou family are just a decoration.
Um?
Zhao Yun suddenly stood still, raised his head and looked up, and saw a dark shadow flying past. Although he was covered with a night-walking clothes, there was nothing to hide from his clairvoyance.
If you take a closer look, isn't it the same mustache that sells erotic pictures at the gate of the city during the day?
That guy was not as simple as he appeared. He was obviously a restless man. He entered a pavilion, took a cigarette rod, and knocked it here and there, two or three times, and even listened, as if he was looking for something.
Whoosh!
When Zhao Yun looked at it, he saw another dark shadow, which was smoother than the mustache and was also wearing night clothes.
A quick look revealed that it was the cross-eyed thief who stole his jade pendant during the day.
This guy was sneaky and surly, and he seemed to be looking for something. When Zhao Yun looked around, the guy had already rushed into a room. Through the wall, he could be heard rummaging around in the room.
"Is there a treasure in this house?" Zhao Yun muttered.
Staying up most of the night, two groups of people ran into the mansion looking for something.
Whoosh!
There was another person, a man in black, who looked like a ghost and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"This. is a killer."
Zhao Yun murmured and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Having been assassinated so many times, he is still very sensitive to the aura of assassins. Since he is a killer, the purpose of the black-clothed assassin's coming here is obvious. He is probably someone who pays to kill someone.
In this way, he is considered to be a member of the fourth wave.
Zhao Yun took a look and sneaked towards the lobby.
The hall was brightly lit and full of people, like a presbytery meeting, but in fact it was robbers dividing the loot. Porcelain, jewelry, ancient scrolls and jade were piled up into a hill, and they were worth a lot of money.
The person sitting in the first place was an old man in a python robe.
That guy was quite majestic, and he seemed to be the leader of this group of robbers.
"The peak of Xuanyang."
Zhao Yun recognized the cultivation level at a glance. Such a high level was enough to support a small family. However, being a robber and visiting other families as guests and elders was better than robbing families!
"The next task is to catch newborn babies. The more, the better."
The old man in the python robe was lying on the seat, speaking casually and looking leisurely.
Hearing this, Zhao Yun's eyes shone with cold light, and he snatched the newborn baby, which should be used for training. There are too many evil martial arts cultivators who devour babies to nourish their own bodies.
"Easy to say."
The robbers all showed bloodthirsty smiles.
Zhao Yun still didn't move. It was true that he was a robber.
Everyone's cultivation level is not low. Once the fight starts, a few people will inevitably escape. This is not what he wants. If he wants to do it, he must kill them all, whether it is revenge, repayment of kindness, or justice for heaven. This night,
He's going on a killing spree.
After dividing the loot, the robbers dispersed.
Zhao Yun also moved and followed the bearded man during the day.
This villain was quite leisurely and comfortable, humming a little tune all the way.
Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense and came out like a ghost.
"you."
The bearded man's expression suddenly changed, and someone appeared out of nowhere.
puff!
Zhao Yun's attack has arrived, there are no bells and whistles, just seal the throat with one sword.
The big man covered his neck and fell to the ground. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. He stared at Zhao Yun with a pair of bloody eyes. He didn't know who Zhao Yun belonged to after he fell.
"First."
Zhao Yun said calmly and disappeared again.
Before leaving, the body of the bearded man was taken away.
Soon after, the bloody light appeared again.
It was the bald man during the day. As soon as he entered the room with his front legs, his back legs were killed. His head rolled down like a watermelon. His eyes were wide open. At that moment, he could still see his lower body.
"the second."
Zhao Yun collected the body and disappeared into the darkness.
The third person targeted was a young man with a scar on his face. He seemed to cherish his knife very much and was sitting on the railing wiping it. It was a good knife, at least that's what Zhao Yun thought.
If the knife is a good knife, people will not dare to compliment it.
Zhao Yun rushed out in an instant and sealed his throat with a sword. The young man with the scar was just like the big man before, covering his bleeding neck. The knife that was about to fall to the ground was caught firmly by Zhao Yun with one hand.
Since it is an assassination, it would be better to make less noise.
The moon is dark and the wind is high.
Zhao Yun transformed into the God of Killing, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Everywhere he went, a robber would be killed, either in bed, practicing, or counting money. The robbers were doing anything, but as far as Zhao Yun was concerned,
, there is no difference, even if the enemy is defeated, he will still be killed.
"The smell of blood."
The mustache, which was still looking for something, twitched its nose.
The nose of a cross-eyed thief is also very clever.
Looking around, the two of them didn't pay much attention. They were both looking for something. They didn't meet each other. There was also the assassin in black. He didn't know who he wanted to assassinate. He had walked around the house several times, and there were a few times.
Stopping here for the first time, how can a person who has been a killer all year round not smell the smell of blood?
"Sixty-seven."
Zhao Yun carried the bleeding Long Yuan and disappeared into the darkness again.
The robber who was killed was really depressed and came out to pee. The little brother just took it out and didn’t hear the splashing sound yet.
, he was sent to hell by Zhao Yun, and he had to bear it all the way.
The mansion under the moon was quite empty.
Previously, patrolling robbers could be seen everywhere, but now! There are almost no traces of them, and they are all lying in Zhao Yun's magic ring? Apart from the smell of blood, Zhao Yun did not make any noise along the way, not even a scream.
He himself felt that he had the potential to be an assassin.
"who."
A loud roar came from somewhere, and the noise became overwhelming.
Zhao Yun looked around and saw that it was the cross-eyed thief. He walked too fast and violated the ban in the mansion, causing a hail of flying knives. When the robber noticed it, the thief rushed over with a roar.
"It's a bad year."
The cross-eyed thief's body is like the rushing wind. When the robbers come to kill him, he has disappeared.
"How dare you come here to steal, I'm rebelling against you."
Among the crowd of figures, there was a robber who shouted loudly.
Zhao Yun saw that the words were serious and thoughtful. That man was not a robber, but a moustache man. Unfortunately, among so many people, no one noticed it. Before catching up with the thief, they all yawned and left with strange eyes. Why didn't they see the patrol?
Where are the people? Everyone is really asleep?
Phew! Phew!
After the interlude, the killing continued.
Zhao Yun had no mercy and killed many people along the way. He entered the gate of hell in his sleep. There were more corpses in the Lord of the Rings. When passing by a rockery, he saw an assassin in black. He didn't know what he was doing.
Huo Guo wandered around the house for most of the night, trying to figure out who he wanted to assassinate.
But the mustache was gone.
In other words, I found a secret passage and sneaked in.
Besides him, there was also the cross-eyed thief, who actually turned back and continued to search.
I searched and searched, but there was no trace of him. He probably found a secret passage.
"One hundred and thirty-one."
Only he could hear Zhao Yun's words.
The robbers in the mansion have basically been sent away by him.
ah.!
A sudden scream echoed through the quiet night.
Then, a bloody figure was seen tumbling out of a room.
It was the black-clothed assassin who finally found his target. However, he was not strong enough and was knocked out. Only then did Zhao Yun know who the target he wanted to assassinate was the leader of the bandits.
"How dare you come to kill me even if you are at the first level of Xuanyang?"
The old man in the python robe came out, his body filled with evil energy that made the flowers and plants rustle.
The black-clothed assassin coughed up a mouthful of blood, turned around and ran away. The assassination attempt failed, so he refused to leave and waited to be killed?
"Can you leave?"
The old man in the python robe sneered, and a sword energy shot out from his fingertips.
puff!
The black-clothed assassin who had jumped into the air was pierced through the chest and back by a sword energy.
When it fell, it was already a dead body, at the first level of the Xuanyang realm.
, is really not a top opponent.
The old man in the python robe stood with his sword in hand, not looking at the assassin, but looking in all directions with a frown.
With such a big movement, why don't you see a little brother coming? After carefully sensing it, your expression changed. There seemed to be no trace of living people in the entire mansion, so many people had evaporated?
"Senior, what are you looking for?"
Faint words soon sounded, and Zhao Yun walked out of the darkness.
Look at the Longyuan in his hand, which is still dripping with blood. It belongs to the robbers.
"How can it be."
The old man in python robe looked unbelievable.
Zhao Yun had not yet restrained his breath essence. He could tell that Zhao Yun's cultivation level was at the True Spirit Realm. How could such a small martial arts cultivator kill so many people? You must know that most of his group were Xuanyang.
Realm! Among them, there is also an eighth level, and they have all been destroyed?
Or maybe there is an accomplice hidden secretly.
Thinking of this, he felt it carefully again.
"Don't look for me, I'm the only one."
Zhao Yun's words were calm, but his evil spirit and murderous aura were also bone-chilling.
"Which one is it from?"
The old man in python robe said coldly.
"Shanhe Village."
Zhao Yun didn't stop walking. Since the other party asked, he answered naturally, making him understand clearly.
Now, the old man in python robe really understood.
Damn it, this one and that assassin in black are not the same person!
As for Shanhe Village, he certainly knew that the village that was massacred last night was Shanhe Village. He personally led the team. He did not go there intentionally. He was just passing by, and his bestiality showed up, so he found a few women.
For fun, he also killed the entire village.
I never thought that there would be remnants.
Moreover, he is also a martial artist. Although he is only in the True Spirit Realm, his strength is quite impressive.
"Now that you're here, there's no need to leave."
The old man in the python robe grinned ferociously, his true energy surged and rolled, he took a heavy step, the bluestone he stepped on shattered, he jumped into the air, and struck the sky with a knife. He was at the peak of Xuanyang, and he was well prepared. In a face-to-face fight, there was no reason to lose.
Why is he so powerful in battle, but the opponent is just a junior with true spirit?
Buzz!
Zhao Yun did not retreat but advanced, opened his Qilin body in an instant, and swung out his sword.
Bang!
When swords and knives collide, the clang is clear and the fire is radiating.
Looking at the two sides fighting, Zhao Yun stood still, but the old man in the python robe was knocked over by the sword. The ghost head knife in his hand buzzed and trembled, and exploded into pieces. The old man in the python robe also felt a sweetness in his throat.
Blood spurted out on the spot. It was unbelievable before, but now I am completely shocked. He is only the eighth level of true spirit! His peak Xuanyang was completely defeated by one blow.
As everyone knows, there are high and low levels of cultivation, and strong and weak foundations.
For example, Zhao Yun has opened Danhai and Qilin body, and already has the capital to compete with Xuanyang's peak hard steel. It doesn't matter what the peak is, it depends on who it is. For example, this person may not even be able to fight Chi Yan.