Lu Zhong suppressed the impulse in his heart, retreated and used the Black Crystal Shield.
Without any hesitation, the magical power of the water pattern mask was activated.
A blue aura rolled around him, and an eggshell-like shield enveloped his entire body, causing the assassin who was about to rush over to change his expression and stop his forward movement.
The assassin stared at Lu Zhong fiercely, wishing to break it into eight pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "I was wrong. How did you find me?"
Lu Zhong didn't even think about it and sneered: "If you want to know, I will burn it for you after you die!"
"Okay, okay!" The broken-arm assassin said two good words in a row. After all, this was inside Fang City, and his arm was ambushed by the target. At that moment, the murderous intention gradually faded, and the intention to retreat emerged, so he said: "Your Excellency's method
I have learned my lesson, and there will be a reward in the next day!"
After saying that, he pulled away and wanted to retreat.
"It's so easy to leave!" Lu Zhong shouted loudly and immediately used the Qingshuang Sword to intercept him.
Not to be outdone, the assassin used his backhand black sword to resist Lu Zhong's attack. At the same time, he said sarcastically: "But it's only the fifth level of Qi Refining. Even the foundation-building monks may not be able to stop me. Even if you break my arm in a sneak attack,
It would be unreasonable to think that you could use this to keep me here!"
Lu Zhong didn't talk nonsense to him. The sword techniques in his hands kept changing, and he launched a storm-like offensive against the assassin.
"Obviously he is a casual cultivator, how can he be so difficult to deal with?"
The assassin cursed secretly, feeling as if he was fighting with a family disciple.
Especially the hand sword technique is almost the same as that of the outer disciples of Jinhong Sect.
Not to mention that the cold air on the flying sword will be transmitted to each other every time the sword is swung. Now the remaining arm is gradually becoming numb, and the operation of the spiritual power is beginning to appear sluggish.
The assassin tried to retreat several times, but Lu Zhong kept pursuing him. With his own water-patterned shield, he was only able to attack but not defend, with full firepower and no momentum to stop.
After fighting for a while, the assassin was even more surprised. The target's spiritual power was extremely strong. The cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi refining could compete with his own cultivation level of the seventh level. Considering that the location of the battle between the two was at the junction of the third and fourth rings.
, the city law enforcement team will arrive faster than usual.
"It seems it's impossible to escape unscathed!"
The assassin was determined. After making up his mind to retreat, he gritted his teeth and took out a paper man from his storage bag, and smashed it at Lu Zhong. This paper man was his last trump card, and he bought it at a high price.
of.
The paper man fluttered to the ground, and streaks of light mist exploded.
Immediately, figures emerged from the mist.
Scholar, member of the Communist Party of China, peasant woman...
All of them were lifelike, except that their faces were horribly pale and their cheeks were so red that they were almost bleeding.
"Paper Man Technique?"
Lu Zhong's expression changed. This is a famous secret technique of demonic cultivation. It is said that the body and soul of a living person are refined into paper. The process is not only bloody but also extremely cruel. Only demonic cultivators who have exterminated humanity can master it.
I never thought I would meet him today.
Lu Zhong looked at the assassin running further and further away, gave up his plan to catch up, and instead fought with the paper man in front of him. The shell of the paper man was as strong as fine steel, and even a magical weapon could not be cut through with one blow.
One blow after another.
There was only a "puff" sound, and the leader of the "Yuanwai" paper man was finally cut in half by a flying sword.
You can see that at the break, except for the hard outer layer of paper, the inside is full of rotten and smelly flesh and blood. A pungent and unpleasant stench rushes straight into the mouth and nose, making people's stomachs turn.
Fortunately, the existence of water pattern cover can keep out these stench.
While Lu Zhong was dealing with these clumsy paper figures, he controlled the Qingshuang Sword to attack them.
After a while, most of the paper figures fell down.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly.
When I recalled the Qingshuang Sword, I found that it was rusty and corroded to the point of being disfigured. It was no wonder that it was becoming increasingly difficult to control it. The magic circle engraved on the surface had been seriously damaged.
The reason lies in the flesh and blood of the paper man.
Those rotten and stinky flesh and blood are so filthy that the Qingshuang Sword can only be stained with it for ten breaths and is about to be scrapped.
Keeping this lesson in mind, Lu Zhong did not use the Chi Yang method to fight the paper man in close combat, but chose to use the Qing Yang Fire Rain method to attack, and achieved good results.
When the last paper man fell to the ground, the city law enforcement team finally arrived.
The team was led by Lin Yunhua. In addition to the nine law enforcement members, there was also a middle-aged man with a sinister face in the team. The aura on his body was already in the late stage of Qi refining, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
When he saw the remains of paper figures lying on the ground in the bamboo forest courtyard, his expression changed several times.
"Moxiu?" There was obvious surprise in the middle-aged man's voice.
Asking Lu Zhong what had just happened, he fired a magic spell at the broken arm several times, and the broken arm immediately started to burn. When the broken arm shot out a bloody light, he chased after it.
A quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man turned back again and brought a body back.
"Do you think this is the person?"
The facial features of the corpse were blurred, and only the eyes, ears, mouth and nose could be barely discerned. As for the appearance, it was impossible to distinguish it. There was no way to judge the origin from the appearance, so he turned back.
Lu Zhong carefully sensed the breath of the corpse and found that it was really the assassin who had just escaped.
The breath cannot be said to be similar, it can be said to be exactly the same.
There was still green frost condensing on the broken arm of the corpse. This was caused by the remaining cold air of the blue frost, which made him more confident in his judgment.
Making a judgment in his mind, Lu Zhong nodded to the middle-aged man and said:
"Yes, that's him."
With that said, he picked up the Qingshuang Sword and inspired a wave of Qingshuang cold energy.
To prove that what he said is true.
"Okay! Okay!" The middle-aged man became excited for some reason. He glanced at Lu Zhong and suddenly smiled: "Do you know who this is?"
"Please enlighten me!" Lu Zhong cupped his hands and said.
"If I guess correctly, this should be Qianmianlang's master, Qianmian Old Man!" the middle-aged man said excitedly, pointing to the face with blurred features.
The Thousand-Faced Old Man, the Chihu Gold Medal Assassin who is wanted by the Jinhong Sect.
Relying on his miraculous disguise skills and his advanced cultivation of Qi, he even assassinated a disciple of the Jinhong Sect.
Although he was only seriously injured, he became famous because of it. Unexpectedly, he was in trouble today.
"It's also because the Thousand Faces Old Man was unlucky. Not only was his arm accidentally cut off by his target, but he also happened to meet me out on business. It can be said that he was doomed to death."
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at Lu Zhong and said with a smile: "Do you know why I say this?"
Lu Zhong's heart moved, as if he had guessed something.
Before he could speak, the middle-aged man had already taken the initiative to make it clear: "My Taoist friend must also be a smart man, so let's open the sky and tell the truth. I, Li Yuanshe, ambushed and killed this Thousand-faced Man, and all the credit must go to me, Li Yuan."
I don’t know how you can admit this statement?"
While speaking, he also showed a token with the words "Jinhong Sect" clearly engraved on it.
When Lu Zhong saw it, he thought that this old man with a thousand faces was really unlucky.
Not only was an arm cut off by his own sneak attack, but he was also extremely unlucky to meet such a sect disciple.
Thinking of the spell Li Yuan had just used, his heart moved.