Chapter two hundred and ninety first blood to turn dust and soil nine
A tearing breath arose spontaneously, an endless depressing atmosphere slowly surged up, and the gray sky gradually began to show a ferocious appearance. The dark clouds of Wutai Mountain were shrouded in a billowing cloud, and the dim
The bright sky brought a bloodthirsty aura to the face, and the rustling wind blew a cold blade as sharp as a blade, whirling through the mountains.
Taiping Town, which was originally bustling with activity, was eerily quiet at this time. Taiping Street, which was two or three miles long, was bustling with people elbow to elbow. At this time, there was no one. These people seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and there was only one person on the street.
The mess on the street proves that this place was once prosperous.
The raging wind blew wildly from the other side of the mountain, and the deserted long street seemed particularly deserted at this time. The dead leaves flying in the sky swept the dirty street. There was no figure, no voice, and no life.
, there is only the deathly silence. It is so quiet that it makes people crazy, and it is so quiet that it makes people palpitate.
But the few people in the Taiping Inn did not notice anything unusual in Taiping Town. There were only five people in the Ruoda Inn. In addition to the waiter who was the person in charge of the inn, there were two other guests. And those weird things
The breath spread out from the long street and rushed into the inn. They only felt that this strange breath came so suddenly, but they did not notice it carefully because there was an even weirder breath permeating the inn.
A wave of breath.
Ling Tianyun looked at the frightened Ma Chenghui, his eyes showing a bit of solemnity. He did not expect that the bandit leader and the assassin knew each other, and they had a sworn hatred. The red-faced man Zhao Kuangyin had a cold expression on his face.
, a pair of thick big hands couldn't help but grab the long stick that would never leave his body.
"Do you know me?" A trace of doubt flashed across the eyes of the assassin who was close to the window, but it was quickly covered up by him. His heart was also filled with confusion. He did not expect that he had revealed his true face. The bandit
The leader still knew him. Looking at the other person's blood-red eyes, his heart trembled inexplicably, because he saw a look of hatred like heaven in the other person's eyes. He was very puzzled. He felt towards this bandit.
Didn't have any impression.
"Jiu'an Village, Yanzhou, have you ever remembered that hundreds of lives were lost in that village? Today, I will not let you, a thief, escape from here no matter what." Ma Chenghui's eyes were red, and his steel teeth were biting.
It made a squeaking sound, wishing to devour its blood, and the ferocious expression of devouring its flesh was clearly revealed.
"It turned out to be a fish that slipped through the net. No one can escape today, and you, the fish that slipped through the net, don't even think about escaping. The last life of Jiu'an Village will end today." The assassin showed disdain in his eyes. He did not expect it.
At this time, he actually encountered a fish that slipped through the net. As for why he massacred that remote mountain village, he didn't know it at the time, but with the growth of his military power, he also knew the true purpose of that massacre, and
At this time, there was still a fish that slipped through the net. Why didn't this make him wildly excited? It would be best to capture that person alive. The secrets of the village would definitely be revealed from the mouth of the bandit.
There were a few cunning looks in his eyes, and the assassin had no intention of leaving. But although what he saw in front of him was a little scary, it was not enough to make him escape. He had already made new plans in his heart, even if he couldn't kill him.
Zhao Kuangyin, he also wants to take that bandit back.
Ling Tianyun didn't know what the assassin was thinking. Seeing the sparkle in the other person's eyes, he thought that the other person was going to escape from the window. He secretly made a decision in his heart. His body slipped and he rushed towards the assassin.
He doesn't have any weapons, but his fists have become his weapons. In addition to sword skills, his father is also proficient in boxing skills, which is a set of boxing skills accumulated through hundreds of battles and long-term fighting in the sand.
With a dash of body, Ling Tianyun made fists with both hands and struck through the air. A layer of flowing light appeared on the fists, which was the energy bursting out from his body. The fists moved toward him with a tearing momentum.
The assassin surged away wildly, his slightly arched body flying away from Zhao Kuangyin like a vigorous cheetah.
There was a hint of joking light in his eyes, and the assassin was not afraid of Ling Tianyun's powerful fists. He saw a cold light in his hands, turning into a ray of light and heading towards the fists. It was a cold light.
The dagger is consistent with its dagger, sharp and weird.
Seeing the opponent's raised dagger coming toward his fists, Ling Tianyun raised the corners of his mouth, and suddenly opened his outstretched right fist, and his five fingers turned into sharp dragon claws to grab the dagger. This move allowed him to seize the white blade with his bare hands.
He doesn't know how many times he has used it. He has used this claw move extremely skillfully.
Seeing Ling Tianyun's right fist turn into a claw, but his left fist still remained and struck towards his chest. A flash of surprise flashed in the assassin's eyes, but he slipped and easily dodged Ling Tianyun's attack. This
In the blink of an eye, the two figures had already passed each other. The assassin's body had left the window, and his body was closer to Ma Chenghui, whose eyes glowed with hatred.
Zhao Kuangyin did not take action, and the other person who did not take action was the waiter with a cold face. They did not expect that Ling Tianyun would take action in advance. It was only one round, and neither side went all out. It was just a face-to-face meeting. But they also agreed.
There is no telling who is stronger or weaker, after all, this is just a tentative fight.
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes condensed, and the long stick in his hand turned into a giant dragon and surged towards the assassin who had fallen not far from the little bandit. The strong aura surging around the stick was overwhelming, and the surging...
The breath he released overturned the surrounding tables, and the dragon roared away and pointed directly at the assassin.
At this time, Ling Tianyun felt that the long stick in Zhao Kuangyin's hand was extraordinary. There was a faint golden light around the stick, which was as powerful as a golden dragon. If it were him, he might not be able to take Zhao Kuangyin's blow.
The long stick attacked. Only then did he realize that Zhao Kuangyin's internal strength was deeper than he thought, and his stick skills were even more superb. But he had a hunch that the assassin's cultivation was not weaker than Zhao Kuangyin's.
When a blow is about to be delivered, the opponent chooses to avoid it, but it is not because he is afraid of himself, but because the opponent has other intentions.
When the assassin saw Zhao Kuangyin attacking with his long stick, his eyes narrowed, and the cold light in his hand became a little stronger. He kept dancing the dagger in his hand wildly, and layers of cold light enveloped his whole body, forming an incomparable
The strong shield protected him inside. The cold light in his hand also turned into little cold stars from time to time and clicked towards the long stick with a faint golden light.
"Zheng???????", several crisp collision sounds, followed by a series of dull sounds like explosions. The two figures suddenly separated, their eyes showed solemnity and fear at the same time. They simultaneously
They all felt that each other's cultivation was far beyond their expectations, and at the same time an idea came to their minds: a powerful rival.
There was a mess around them, with broken tables and benches thrown over everywhere, and cracked wooden tables and benches could be seen everywhere, scattered on the ground of the inn. That was after the energy emanating from the two people collided.
This shows how deep the true energy in these two people is.
Ling Tianyun was even more surprised in his heart. His ignorant and fearless behavior just now made him very reckless. If the assassin didn't have other intentions, then how could he be his opponent with his fleshy palms? Fortunately, Zhao Kuangyin could see that.
The assassin's intention, that's why he took the lead. He moved towards the bandit leader. He already knew the assassin's thoughts, but he didn't know why the assassin wanted to do something to a low-level bandit.
intended.
The two stable people looked at each other solemnly, with deep fear rising in their hearts. However, as they were both proud and unyielding people, they raised their weapons and faced each other again.
"Zheng", the long stick glowing with golden light collided with the dagger again. There was no breath, only the layers of air patterns spread out. "Boom", another burst of tables and chairs flew around.
The small hall was extremely chaotic at this time, and the colliding auras began to spread like an explosion.
Zhao Kuangyin's long stick forced the assassin into the corner. One inch long, one point strong, one inch short, one point dangerous. The stick is the ancestor of weapons, but the dagger is the exclusive use of assassins. The contest between strength and danger is still
There is no end, the two martial arts practitioners with deep inner strength are afraid of each other.
There was a trace of absolute determination in his eyes, and there were two enemies glaring at him. The assassin's eyes flashed with a few rays of light. As soon as the light dissipated, a more fierce and majestic aura suddenly surged throughout his body.
The cold dagger in his hand danced wildly, and after blocking the long stick that came at him, he swayed and rushed towards the window.
A blurry figure was seen emerging from the layers of stick shadows. The assassin's cunning movements and sudden escape were beyond the expectations of Zhao Kuangyin and Ling Tianyun. They did not expect that this was something they could rely on at the beginning.
The frightened assassin thought of running away, and the opponent's movement was really weird and charming. The figure dragged up layers of blurry afterimages and slipped away from Zhao Kuangyin's stick.
When he was less than three feet away from the window, he suddenly turned into a strong cheetah and flew up to fall into the window.
And just when his figure came together, Ma Chenghui, whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and full of hatred, suddenly pounced on him. With his angrily pounce, he immediately dragged the assassin who flew to the window. With such a sudden attack, no one could
Thinking about it, even the assassin who was conceited about his own Qinggong did not expect that the bandit leader, who was not a martial artist, could use such a move. It was impossible for him to avoid Ma Chenghui's vigorous pounce, because of his flying body.
The arc he took happened to fall within the range of Ma Chenghui's flying swoop.
Ling Tianyun and Zhao Kuangyin looked shocked. They did not expect such a weak little bandit to act like this. At the same time, they slowly understood in their hearts. The power of hatred is infinite. A person who wants to take revenge on his family met
If you kill your sworn enemy, you will exert extraordinary power. Ma Chenghui at this time is the best example. What is important is that the bandit leader has put his own life and death aside.
Ma Chenghui's figure and the assassin's figure landed in front of the window at the same time. Ma Chenghui was still a step slower. The figure he rushed towards only landed on the assassin's legs. But that was enough, his eyes showed
With a look of absolute sadness, it was enough to catch the murderer of his family. Regardless of whether he could avenge his family and kill the murderer, he felt that he had succeeded.
As soon as the assassin's figure arrived in front of the window, before he could show any joy in his heart, he felt his feet sink, as if being hugged by someone, causing his body to fall down again as he was about to fly to the window.
. He landed heavily on the ground again. He looked down and found that the person hugging him was the bandit leader Ma Chenghui.
The bandit was hugging his feet tightly, his eyes were shining with no regrets, his face showed a ferocious look, and a daunting feeling of heart palpitations arose spontaneously.
Suddenly, an unpleasant feeling suddenly surged into his heart, and a strong killing intent locked him tightly. This feeling was like being stared at by the god of death, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape.
Without even thinking about it, the assassin made a decisive decision, raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed the bandit holding his feet. However, before he could swing the dagger, there was a cold, thorn-like blast.
The sound in the air roared in his ears. His heart sank, and he was immediately frightened out of his wits.