Late at night, only an occasional carriage passed by in Tanyang City.
Vocal music from the music building in the distance kept coming, mixed with sweet laughter.
The two of them chased and escaped, and in a blink of an eye they arrived in front of a pawn shop on the corner of the street.
"You can't run away, put your things down!" Qing Su said coldly.
In terms of running, her movement is obviously slightly faster than her opponent.
Not long after, the two hurriedly exchanged several moves. The figure was eager to get away, but she kept getting entangled.
Seeing that time was dragging on longer and longer, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He immediately threw away the box, stretched out his arms, and started fighting Qing Su with all his strength.
The figure's moves are perfect, the movements are wide open and close, and based on both arms, its offensive and defensive power is much greater than that of Qingsu.
Overall, it appears to be at the level of fifth grade.
After he threw away the burden and attacked with all his strength, Qing Su was obviously unable to resist.
During the confrontation between ordinary moves, Qing Su was not careful and the strength was not accurate.
In addition, Jinpeng Secret Records does not have many confrontational moves. In her actual combat experience, most of them are sneak attacks and assassinations, and there are very few direct confrontations like this.
At this time, if the intensity was wrong, a flaw was immediately revealed.
Bang!
The figure struck her on the left shoulder, knocking her back several steps.
After repelling Qingsu, the figure picked up the box and turned around and ran away.
"Don't even think about leaving!!" Qingsu still wanted to chase.
Suddenly her steps stopped and her body slumped down.
Whoosh!
A black dart passed over her head and was nailed diagonally to the wooden door of the pawn shop behind her.
If she hadn't noticed it just now, I'm afraid it would have been...
Feeling frightened in her heart, Qing Su hurriedly chased the figure in front of her.
But suddenly she stopped again, her eyes staring straight ahead.
The figure also stopped at this time, and slightly arched his hands towards the other man in black robe.
"Messenger!" the figure whispered.
"Is this the proof you said?" the messenger asked in a soft voice. The tone was somewhat neither male nor female.
"Exactly." The figure replied quickly.
"Go. I'll deal with this little girl." The messenger's eyes fell on Qing Su, and they each had two more black cross darts in their hands.
Whoosh!
He suddenly rushed forward, and his figure was so fast that even Qing Su couldn't react for a moment.
When she came to her senses, the opponent had jumped out of the shadows on the right, and a dart silently shot towards her chest.
When Qingsu bent down to avoid the darts and stood up again, there was already a second dart in front of her.
The second dart was held by a slender black hand and stabbed straight towards her, only half a meter away from her.
That's too late!!
Qingsu's center of gravity was unstable at this moment, and she was unable to move and dodge a second time.
Looking at the silent black dart, fear filled her eyes.
Countless thoughts, countless thoughts, had no time to pass by before they burst like bubbles.
hiss!
The dart suddenly hovered in front of Qing Su's eyes.
The tip was only one finger away from her eyelids.
The messenger quickly turned around and blocked the dart to the left.
Bang!!!
Amidst the heavy impact, a silver wheel rotated at high speed and hit the front of the dart hard.
The sharp serrations press against the black dart.
Two huge forces collide and cancel each other out.
The messenger threw it with all his strength.
The silver wheel rotated and slashed into the side wall.
He panted slightly and looked towards the direction where the silver wheel was flying. His eyes were solemn.
"Who are you....!?"
The other side of the street.
A tall figure in black robes appeared under the eaves of the shop at some unknown time.
"A couple of times."
The burly figure gently opened his black robe, revealing a tall body with a black mask underneath.
"Unfortunately, when you appeared in front of me, the outcome was already determined."
call!!
In an instant, the figure stepped forward, and the ground cracked.
boom!!!
The figure burst out, crossed the street in the blink of an eye, and took it towards the messenger with one palm.
In the darkness, the broad palm looked like a stone statue carved from marble, with clear lines and hardness.
"The Flame Emperor Talisman."
"Innate Qi!!"
There was a dull roar.
The palm fell on the dart that the messenger had raised hastily.
The dart broke and fell out of hand.
The messenger's arms were in severe pain, and his legs were firmly fixed on the ground, but his boots were pushed with great force, pulling out two black lines.
A carriage happened to pass by in the street.
The horses were frightened, neighed, and raised their front hooves.
The car overturned.
The messenger's body hit the wall and rolled on the spot to avoid the palm that was coming from behind.
Bang!
Two holes were punched in the wall.
"Return to the source!!" The messenger roared.
The sound vibrated like a bell, and it actually made the muscles and blood in his body accelerate at the same time.
He raised his arms and a series of darts came out.
But all the darts missed.
In front of him, the burly figure just now disappeared.
"On the side!!" The messenger reacted, but it was already too late.
He dropped his elbow, trying to block it.
But his elbow was swung away, and a sharp pain came from his waist.
"you!!??"
Before he finished speaking, a pair of big hands had already grasped his waist and smashed him down.
Bang!!
The waist was broken, and the dart that the messenger finally held in his hand fell to the ground weakly, bounced a few times, and lay quietly on the black stone floor.
Zhang Rongfang let go of the body that was almost smashed into two parts and looked up into the distance.
The black figure holding the box has disappeared.
"It does run fast enough."
He looked at the pale Qing Su beside him.
"Are you okay?"
Gu jump
"It's okay... Sir... this..." Qing Su looked at the envoy who had run out of energy.
"Where does this person come from?"
With her skills as a fourth-level master of body cultivation, she could not withstand even two moves in front of the opponent.
One can imagine how strong this person is.
At least level six or above.
You must know that even if she is at the fifth level, she cannot lose so quickly.
After all, she mainly cultivates body skills, and her fourth-level body skills are about the same speed as many sixth-level ones who don't cultivate body skills.
But that person just now...
To defeat her so quickly.
This means that the other party either majors in kung fu and is a higher kung fu master than her.
Or he is a high-level expert far beyond her level!
"Don't worry about his origins. Since he dares to find out my background, it means that someone has already doubted me."
Zhang Rongfang said calmly.
"Since you have doubts, let's go and find out today."
"If the water is deep, step back and come back."
"If the water is shallow..."
His eyes suddenly became profound.
"Then let them understand that my things are not so easy to get..."
Swish.
Qingsu's eyes flashed, but she was shocked to find that the figure had disappeared.
She hurriedly chased him a few steps, but could only use the moonlight to see a vague figure gradually disappearing at the end of the street in the distance.
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Zhao Tianming ran all the way, ignoring the situation of the messenger behind him. He was not sure whether the messenger could stop Bai Ying.
But the box in his hand is definitely the key to whether he can achieve success this time.
He analyzed Bai Ying's identity from various clues.
Deciding that Bai Ying was most likely related to Zhang Ying, he sneaked into Zhang Ying's home.
As a result, as soon as he found a suspicious box and was about to unlock it, he was approached by Qing Su.
This only made him more convinced that he had found the right person.
He immediately took the box and ran away.
Surrounding an area of darkly lit bungalows, he walked around and went into the alleyways to hide his figure.
Zhao Tianming suddenly paused and stopped in place.
At the exit of the alleyway in front of him, a burly figure slowly walked out from the wall.
It was Zhang Rongfang who came through a detour.
He has been working as an errand around here for so long, and he has become very familiar with the people around him.
In addition, now that he has broken through the ninth level, his five senses are sharp.
Simply block the opponent's route in advance.
"Hand over your things. I will spare your life." Zhang Rongfang said coldly, his body almost blocking the entire entrance of the alleyway.
Zhao Tianming took two steps back, his eyes under the mask suddenly narrowed, and he looked behind Zhang Rongfang.
"Help me stop him!" he growled, speeding back.
"Think I'll be fooled?"
Zhang Rongfang moved forward to catch up.
Suddenly I felt a sharp wind coming from behind me.
He grabbed it with his backhand.
Boom!!
The claws of his hands tightly grasped the scimitar stabbing behind him.
In an instant, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, were slashing at him from behind with knives.
One after another, Zhang Rongfang either pointed at or avoided the sword rays, and resolved them one after another.
"Who!?" He moved quickly with both hands, constantly resisting the two people's swords.
The sword skills of these two people were continuous, wave after wave, like rapid waves, so turbulent that it was difficult to breathe.
And the style is vaguely familiar to Zhang Rongfang.
Suddenly his mind flashed.
"Black Cross Sect!?"
"Holy Fire!" Suddenly one person's sword flashed away.
Buzz!!
In an instant, the sword's light rose sharply, like a silver curtain, cutting down from top to bottom.
What's strange is that when the sword light fell into Zhang Rongfang's mid-air, it even spattered sparks.
Zhang Rongfang retreated, grabbed the wall with one hand, pulled out a piece of gravel and threw it forward.
Large pieces of gravel were chopped open by the light of the sword, but some of it penetrated, forcing the man to pursue him.
The moment he was struck with a sword.
Zhang Rongfang's figure rushed forward like a ghost, passing by him. He turned around and rushed towards the other person.
"Step back."
He spread his arms out like a big bird, and the muscles all over his body squirmed and bulged.
“Heavy Mountain!!!”
Boom!
The man was knocked away by a huge force as if struck by lightning. He slid on the ground for more than one meter before stopping.
He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, but his arms couldn't help shaking. It was obvious that the blow just now made his hands almost useless.
He looked up suddenly, only to find that there was no one in front of him.
"Who are you looking for?"
Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared behind him.
Boom!
He raised the knife to kill, but his wrist was held by his backhand.
"Holy Wind!!" The limit-breaking skill exploded rapidly.
But unfortunately it's too late.
Poof.
A hand pinched his throat from behind.
"Let him go! Otherwise, you will die tonight!!"
At this time the other end of the alleyway.
A thin figure wearing a black silver-edged cloak came quickly.
Behind the figure, groups of Scimitar Cultists from the Black Ten Sect, led by a famous master, came back towards Zhang Rongfang.
Under the cloak of the thin figure, a small purple-black snake slowly emerged.
The little snake crawled slowly along his shoulder, wrapping around him.
"Snake King?" Zhang Rongfang stared at this person.
"Golden Wing Tower?" The Snake King raised his face, and his reddish eyes looked as strangely scarlet as a snake's letter.
"When did a little white eagle dare to be so bold in front of me?"
His right arm drooped under his cloak, and a golden short knife slowly slipped out of his sleeve.