Suzaku let out a long cry, flapped its wings, stretched out its body, and flew higher and farther in the eyes of everyone in Dongdu. Then it turned into sparks all over the sky and disappeared from everyone's sight.
But near the edge of Dongdu, in the middle of a remote road, a young man wearing casual clothes appeared.
In the cold winter and early spring in Dongdu, the weather is still extremely cold, but this man is dressed in single clothes, and he does not feel cold at all. If it were not for the remote, quiet and deserted place, maybe someone would care about him and take him to the hospital.
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At this time, Dongdu is still relatively chaotic, and there is relatively little traffic on the road. There are always special circumstances, or cars chasing Suzaku are driving on the road. But at this time, there is a sound of cars driving in the distance, and it seems that there is something.
Several cars are coming from the city.
The road was not wide, so the young man stood calmly in the middle of the road, looking at the approaching cars indifferently, with his hands in his pockets and his expression indifferent.
"Toot! Toot!"
The sirens sounded, and several cars quickly approached the young man, signaling him to give way quickly.
The young man didn't give way, and the convoy didn't slow down, and they actually hit him like that!
"There is something wrong with this man, hit him and rush over!" the co-pilot in the first car shouted to the driver.
"Very decisive." Ning Chen smiled slightly, pointed his sword, and the Sanyang Sword Qi shot out. After a few chises, the tires of all five cars were punctured.
"squeak……"
"Bang...bang..."
Five cars were parked on the side of the road, and two cars hit the big trees on the side of the road. The engines emitted bursts of smoke.
"Be careful, there are snipers!"
"It's not a sniper, it's a superpower, Master Anke, Master Pritcharm?"
At this moment, Ning Chen's eyes moved and he saw two people getting out of the back seat of the fourth car.
One person has pale skin and an aging face, but he seems to be in good spirits. He is playing with a small cross in his hand.
The other man has bronze skin, curly hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes. You can tell at first glance that he is an Indian.
"Hey, the Qi Refiners in Europe and India don't seem to be national-level forces. Could they be some large group company?" Ning Chen raised his eyebrows. He had never noticed these two people before.
But now he has no doubts. If they take action, Lin Dong and the others really have no chance of winning.
"Young man, who are you?" the old white man asked softly, his expression neither arrogant nor arrogant, and gave people a friendly and approachable feeling.
"I'm here to rescue people. Give me the four Chinese people in your car and I'll let you leave." Ning Chen said with a smile.
"Chinese people." Another Indian qigong master looked cold and said disdainfully, "They are my prisoners."
"Not anymore." Ning Chen said lightly.
"Of course." The old white man chuckled, interrupting the Indian monk, "As long as you can convince them to reveal the location of the suitcase, you can take them away immediately."
At this time, the tire had burst, and people in the car came out one after another, taking Lin Dong and others out with them.
"Classmate Ning?" The moment he saw Ning Chen, Lin Dong thought he was being deceived.
"Brother Lin." Ning Chen smiled.
"Why are you here? Run!" Lin Dong suddenly roared, then knocked down the man next to him with one shoulder, stamped his feet, and flew towards him just like the Indian in front of him.
"Lost lamb, please calm down." The old white man said kindly. As he moved the cross forward in his hand, Lin Dong felt invisible ropes tying him up, causing him to fall to the ground involuntarily.
"You should stay too!" The Yinguo monk's expression was grim, he clasped his hands together, and a ray of light invisible to the naked eye swept towards Ning Chen. At the same time, a blood-red blood-red lotus suddenly appeared in front of him.
fingertips of both hands.
"Magical weapon!" someone shouted enviously.
"How poor are you, that this kind of thing can be called a magic weapon?" Ning Chen curled his lips, feeling the mental fluctuations coming towards him from the bloody lotus, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You are so courageous, even the monks in the Ningyuan Stage of Bilanzhou dare not play like this." Ning Chen said with a mixture of admiration and mockery.
He was referring to the Qi Refiner from the Yin Kingdom in front of him. He was not high in cultivation and not timid, but he dared to place his spiritual power on a foreign object of low quality.
Although he can still control this spiritual power, it cannot be said that he can take it back. Once this so-called magic weapon is broken by someone, his spiritual power will inevitably suffer heavy losses. If he is lucky, he will be mentally damaged. After a few years of cultivation,
If you are unlucky, you will directly become a vegetable.
"It depends on your luck." Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, flashed an indifferent light, stretched out his hand to grab it, and a palm of true energy suddenly took shape. He grabbed the bloody lotus with a wave of his hand, and then quickly grabbed it back
It reached Ning Chen's palm.
"What!" The Indian monk was startled. He hadn't reacted yet. Why was the magic weapon taken away?
"You are seeking death!" The Indian monk shouted loudly, the seal in his hand changed, and the spiritual power in the bloody lotus rushed towards Ning Chen's brain.
But it's a pity that with his cultivation at the third level of Qi Refining, this small amount of spiritual power poured into Ning Chen's brain, and it didn't even have the strength to shake his sea of consciousness.
Ignoring the movements of the Indian monk, Ning Chen smiled at him.
"No!" The Indian monk's pupils shrank suddenly, he knew what Ning Chen was going to do.
"Crack." Ning Chen squeezed his hand, and the bloody lotus opened several holes. Then he exerted force again, and the copper-like iron-like bloody lotus was crushed to pieces by Ning Chen!
"Poof!" The mental backlash was no less harmful than the real energy backlash. The Indian monk spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down.
"Bang bang bang!" Gunshots sounded, but Ning Chen could even catch bullets from a sniper rifle, let alone bullets from some small pistols?
"Ding ding ding..." This was the sound of the bullet slipping from Ning Chen's hand and falling to the ground.
"Brother Lin, do you want to live?" Ning Chen laughed softly.
"Hahaha, I know their details, there is no need to keep them alive." Lin Dong didn't know Ning Chen's true ability at this time. Although he was still lying on the ground, he still laughed loudly and was very decisive.
"Mage, this matter has nothing to do with me, I'm leaving now!" The old white man's face became even paler, he waved his hand to disperse the spell that imprisoned Lin Dong, looked at Ning Chen, and backed away.
"Bah, I'm still a Qi practitioner. I'm a loser. I don't even understand the principle of success or defeat, life or death!" Another Chinese man glanced sideways at the old white man and spat out bloody saliva.
"Let us leave, or I will kill them!" Seeing that Ning Chen could catch bullets, a man in a black suit immediately changed his target, hid behind a Chinese man, and pressed his gun against his temple.