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The bald man looked at Wu Ming quietly and smiled. The laughter became louder and louder, tearing through the dark night.
"Roar!" The bald man gathered all his strength and slammed his head against Wu Ming. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he looked at death as if he was going to die. He used his last strength to still cause harm to Wu Ming.
Wu Ming was shocked, but more than anything he was angry. He was shocked by the other party's persistence, a good student taught by Zhao Xiaohua. But there was an uncontrollable anger in his heart.
What was the reason for the other party's scorching eyes and fearless spirit? Although his petty behavior was perverse and even a little crazy, he had not sinned against anyone and had done something unnatural and unethical. Why was the other party so persistent in wanting to kill him?
Without mercy, Wu Ming slapped the other person on the face. Several teeth flew out, and the bald man's vision suddenly became blurry. But he knew that Wu Ming was right in front of him, so he would not leave in a hurry.
"Tell me, why?" Wu Ming growled.
The bald man was breathing hard, vomiting blood from his mouth, and raised his arms slightly. If Wu Ming's palm strike hadn't been too powerful and seriously injured him, he might have continued to attack.
Wu Ming quietly looked at the bald head with a distorted face and said softly: "You are from the Wu family, why did you betray the Wu family?"
"No." Baldhead spoke unexpectedly, his voice unclear, "I did not betray the Wu family."
Wu Ming frowned and said, "Do you know who I am?"
The bald man's eyes showed a smile, he nodded, sighed, moved his fingers, and said: "Is there any cigarette?"
Wu Ming silently lit one and handed it to the other person's mouth. He was curious about the reason why the bald head killed him. The bald head groaned and blew out two puffs of smoke.
"I don't know who you are, but you must die. This is my duty." After smoking a cigarette, the bald man suddenly said, "Don't ask anymore, you can kill me, but you can't let me tell any secrets."
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Wu Ming nodded and said, "I know."
The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon revealed its true form, and the silver moonlight shone on Wu Ming's slightly mysterious face. The bald head squinted his eyes, enduring the pain, and saw a shadow in a trance. He was suddenly startled, and his face changed drastically: "You are the young master!
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Wu Ming was silent, with endless coldness welling up in his heart. From the bald man's words, he could tell that the problem seemed to be within the Wu family, and of course he did not rule out the conspiracy of others. There were very few people who could direct the Wu family's security.
The bald man closed his eyes in pain and looked at Wu Ming. He hesitated to speak, but finally fell silent.
"Tell me, who ordered you?" Wu Ming asked, "Answer me. As the heir of the Wu family, I order you to tell me."
But at this moment, Wu Ming suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and a subtle sound broke through the air. Although it was very light, it could not escape Wu Ming's ears. His face changed slightly, and Wu Ming had no choice but to turn around and avoid it.
"Pfft"! With a sound, the bald head opened his mouth wide and lost all life. Wu Ming suddenly turned around and saw the bushes 20 meters away flashing. He shook his heels and chased after the bald head instead of three steps.
Fifty meters away, a black figure was running wildly, and then disappeared in the corner. Wu Ming walked forward silently, with a steady and slightly hurried pace. He couldn't help but be impatient, the figure in front of him was so similar, assassination at the School of Foreign Languages
Ding Ziyi's dark shadow suddenly overlapped in his mind.
The night gave Wu Ming black eyes, which shone with hot light in the night sky, tightly locking the black shadow in front of him. Even if he reached the end of the world, Wu Ming would chase him. Not only was it related to Ding Ziyi, but also the pain rising in his heart.
The terrible suspicion might be confirmed, and Wu Ming shuddered in his heart.
After leaving the park and walking onto the sidewalk, the three-meter-wide green space in the central divider was leapt by a black shadow. Binjiang Avenue is very unique. In the early stages of construction, one would have thought of the expansion twenty years later. But the black shadow assassinated him at the School of Foreign Languages.
When Ding Ziyi was married, she didn't expect Wu Ming's determination.
Wu Ming's footsteps are getting faster and faster, spinning on the ground like a wheel. His steps are very light, almost touching the ground. The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...
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At ten o'clock in the morning, the silent pursuit was mixed with Wu Ming's gradually letting go of his aura. The huge aura tightly locked the black shadow. No matter where he fled, there seemed to be an illusion that Wu Ming was behind him.
After ten meters, there is a very short distance. With the body of a martial arts practitioner, it is not a problem to span ten meters. So Wu Ming accelerated when he was ten meters away.
He jumped suddenly, his speed was a few minutes faster than before, and his left hand formed a grasp, and he grabbed hard at the black shadow's shoulder. If the grasp was firm, the opponent would immediately lose the ability to move.
But unexpectedly, the moment Wu Ming's claws almost touched his shoulders, the black shadow's body rotated forward in a strange posture, escaped Wu Ming's grasp, and jumped three meters away.
There happened to be a wall in front of him, and the black figure quickly jumped up, kicked off his feet powerfully, and was about to jump off. Suddenly, he thought that Wu Ming couldn't restrain his habitual body, and strangely slowed down in the air, jumping with him.
Go up the fence.
He punched out with a powerful momentum that was not concealed at all, and walked away. The black shadow snorted coldly, and skillfully danced a circular pattern with his hands, unloading Wu Ming's powerful fist to the side, and gently moved it away, preparing for the follow-up attack.
But there was a sneer on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth. The black shadow felt something bad, and was shocked to find that Wu Ming's fist came with almost no force.
Powerless, Heiying's body paused for half a second. In that half a second, Wu Ming's speed was faster than before. His palm was like a hill, soft and light. It seemed that the speed was very slow, but it reached Heiying's chest in an instant.
Unable to avoid it, the black shadow spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Wu Ming did not hold back, jumped up from the wall, and then hit the black shadow on the chest with another palm, making sure to make the opponent lose
The power of action. The black shadow is different from the bald man. This person's martial arts is much more powerful than the bald man. He directly touches another level and ordinary attacks cannot kill him at all.
Sure enough, the two hands of the black shadow tightly protected the heart, and could barely withstand Wu Ming's attack. Following Wu Ming's strength, the person was hit hard on the ground. The flowers and plants under the wall were in a mess. I don't know whose house it was.
In the courtyard, scattered flower petals are flying.
Wu Ming jumped heavily off the wall and walked away like a black shadow, half hesitant and half panicked. He wanted to unveil the shadow to see who it was. But he was afraid of uncovering it and confirming what he was thinking.
The black shadow fell to the ground, eerily quiet, his body lying calmly, even the pores dilating weakly. But Wu Ming knew that the other person was still awake.
"Tell me who sent you, and I will let you go." Wu Ming said calmly as he walked.
The shadow didn't answer.
"Don't play tricks. I learned a lot in Wujialing. I have learned seven levels of Zhao Xiaohua's methods of extracting confessions. If you know who I am, you should understand that I never tell lies." There is a certain melody in the footsteps.
, deeply impacting the opponent's defense.
The black shadow still didn't speak.
Sighing, Wu Ming frowned and said, "Don't blame me!"
The moment Wu Ming walked to his side and stretched his hand to his neck, another change occurred. The black shadow that was originally thought to be capable of movement suddenly rose up and swept across the entire army. Its legs went directly towards Wu Ming's abdomen.
Wu Ming ignored his swift feet, grabbed hard, and pulled off the mask. The veil flew away with the person, and Wu Ming placed himself on the wall, groaning, but staring at the black shadow.
When he saw a face he didn't recognize, Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, his eyes flashed with determination, and he decided not to hold back and kill the opponent. This kind of person is extremely dangerous, and he might appear behind him that day.
Heiying touched his face and sneered: "It's more powerful than I thought. The prince of the Wu family is really extraordinary. No wonder Wu Gang dares to let you come out alone."
Wu Ming frowned slightly and hummed: "Why do you want to kill me?"
"Why are you so naive? Do you think I will tell you?" The black shadow simply tore off the black shadow, revealing the powerful clothing underneath. There were several broken blades on his waist, and there was a faint cold light shining in the moonlight.
"Why did you want to kill Ding Ziyi?" Wu Ming asked again.
The black shadow took out a sharp broken blade, placed it across his chest, and said calmly: "You will know it when you die. Many people in the underworld will tell you the answer you want."
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart twitched slightly. The other party's words revealed that many people had died, and he was even more curious about the identity of the black shadow.
Wu Ming stopped talking nonsense and took a deep breath, knowing that the next fight would be very troublesome. The opponent must be defeated, and denying any doubts would not solve it.
The black shadow is very powerful. Even if Wu Ming uses all his strength, it is still difficult to defeat him intact.
The black shadow looked coldly at the person in front of him, his hands transformed into Tai Chi, and the broken blade of his left hand was facing inwards, sticking between his palms.
Light and shadow intersected, and there was no particularly loud sound. Wu Ming still used simple fists and kicks, relying on speed and strength to steadily suppress the opponent. The black shadow kept retreating silently, and inadvertently, he waved his arm, and the broken blade stabbed with a whistling cold light.
Go and repel Wu Ming's fierce attack.
The flowers and plants on the lawn were destroyed horribly, and there were traces of fighting everywhere. Ten breaths later, Wu Ming's shoulder had been scratched, and the black shadow was holding his stomach and convulsing all over.
With victory in hand, Wu Ming was about to step forward and capture the opponent, but his eyes suddenly flashed, and the world spun around. He knelt on the ground, breathing hard, and asked: "Is it poisonous?"
Black Shadow snorted coldly and said with a smile: "It's just an anesthetic. But it's enough."
The black shadow carried the broken blade and walked away like Wu Ming with a ferocious smile. But when he was two meters away from Wu Ming, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned around and left.
At the end of the darkness, a light appeared, and a man walked silently.
