"Alright, here it is. ”

Feeling that the point of light representing Qian Nan was still approaching him, Zhao Ze looked at the dark villa on the left hand side, and jumped in as he muttered.

There is no one in this villa, and I don't know if the owner is out and not at home for a while, or if it is an idle property hidden by a local tyrant's gold house, but it doesn't matter to him.

Time passed, and at about nine o'clock in the evening, a black business car was parked far away on the side of the road, a hundred meters away from the villa.

"Zhang Ping, you keep an eye on them, and Tingting and I will go and have a look?"

Although it was found that there was a bright light in the villa where the target was located, it was also possible that the other party deliberately dropped the mobile phone and used it to shed the golden cicada shell, and after the car stopped steadily, the flat-headed young man Fang Wei spoke.

While talking, he and the plump woman in white opened the car door and slowly sneaked towards the villa;

Zhang Ping, a young man in casual clothes, walked out of the cab, came to the back seat, and looked at Pan Jinlian, who was tied by a rope and had a more troublesome figure, and a hidden lust flashed in his eyes.

However, none of them noticed that while Yuan Ting and Fang Wei were approaching the villa, in the dark night on the other side, there was a phantom quietly approaching the business car.

He is Zhao Ze, who confirmed that the villa was an idle property, easily smashed the window, entered it to turn on the light in the living room, and left with his mobile phone on the sofa;

With the guidance of the Soul Control Jade Pendant, when the car arrived, he had already judged the favorable terrain to hide in advance, and at this moment, he took the opportunity of the two of them to leave to rescue Pan Jinlian and Qian Nan.

"Hmph~~, I'm still an immortal cultivator. ”

Quickly approaching the ten zhang range of the business car, Zhao Ze immediately sensed that there was not only the breath of Qian Nan and Pan Jinlian on it, but the young man who stayed by the car to guard was an immortal cultivator who was about the same as Lin Han and the cultivator he met at the beginning.

A cold snort came from the end of his nose, his speed did not decrease but increased, and he came to the side of the car in between breaths, and punched the young man who also found him and hurriedly condensed the spell with a shocked face.

Rumble~~~

Zhao Ze mobilized the golden silk thread true qi and sent out a punch, and there was a golden fist shadow in front of him, and the coercion emanating from it was not inferior to the magic fire tongue he condensed.

In the muffled roar, the tongue of fire dissipated, and the shadow of the golden fist disappeared, but the rapidly enlarged iron fist did not decrease in the slightest, and with Zhao Ze's rapidly rushing figure, the lightning and flint had already hit the eyes of the young man in casual clothes.

It was too fast, and Zhang Ping didn't have time to condense the second spell fire tongue at all, so he had to quickly retreat to dodge, and waved his hand to subconsciously resist.

The strength of a martial artist lies in himself, and cultivators often rely on spells and magic weapons, because he was carelessly rushed into hand-to-hand combat in front of him by Zhao Ze, only the second layer of the Qi refining period can he still be good?

With a bang, the moment the fists and palms were handed over, he couldn't resist the huge force coming from the fist, and in the sound of his arm breaking, Zhang Ping's body flew directly upside down seven or eight meters away, falling heavily into the dust.

However, Zhao Ze, who wanted a quick victory, would not give him a chance to breathe.

Before Zhang Ping landed, Da Lingbo under his feet moved slightly, and his body had turned into a phantom and followed closely; in the whistling sound, one hand grabbed his neck, and the other palm slapped directly on his dantian.

At the same time, the Northern Spiritual Power in Zhao Ze's body was running at a high speed, and the powerful devouring power began to frantically devour the spiritual power in his body.

"Hahaha~~~, it turns out that it can really be, great. ”

The moment he found that the rich aura entered his body and could still be devoured and fused by the golden hair's true qi, Zhao Ze couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

"Damn, my cultivation, what kind of exercise are you? Fang Wei, Tingting, you run away!"

found that the spiritual power that came from his penance was being quickly devoured by the other party's palm;

Zhang Ping, a young man in casual clothes, his face was pale, and the pain of his broken arm was insignificant at the moment, he cursed viciously, and shouted to Yuan Ting and Fang Wei, who were returning quickly, with all his last strength.

"Noise!"

Seeing the other immortal cultivator and the woman with extraordinary abilities reminded by him, she stopped directly and turned around to escape;

Zhao Ze snorted coldly, slashed with his left hand, knocked Zhang Ping unconscious and threw him on the ground, and then his body turned into a phantom and chased straight after Fang Wei and Yuan Ting.

"How could he be so powerful, Tingting, let's run away separately!"

The power of heaven and earth contained in the spiritual power of immortal cultivators is much more pure than Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong's true qi, and it is just this moment of devouring that the hair true qi in Zhao Ze's body has grown by about fifty percent;

Therefore, he ran the Great Ling Bo Micro Step with all his might, more than twice as fast as before, seeing his figure almost vaguely coming quickly, Fang Wei shouted in horror and fled directly into the distance.

At this moment, the contempt for Zhao Ze in his heart had long been gone, replaced by infinite fear.

After all, Zhang Ping, who was in the same realm as him, was defeated and captured with one move, and Jiang Kun and Yu Ling were still on the way to come, and they didn't know when they would appear.

Bumper ~~

As an immortal cultivator, Fang Wei has pure spiritual power in his body, and his escape speed is very fast, but Yuan Ting, whose ability is only eyes, is much worse than him;

In a moment, as soon as her eyes were flowered, her chest was slightly painful, and she was directly stunned in place.

"You can't escape!"

Quickly hit the acupoint of the fat girl in white, Zhao Ze licked his lips, sneered and continued to chase after Fang Wei.

The flat-headed young man who fled at this moment was no longer an immortal cultivator in his eyes, but a mobile spirit stone library that contained a large amount of spiritual energy and allowed him to cultivate to break through as soon as possible.

Boom~~, boom~~

Feeling the threat getting closer and closer from the rear, while fleeing forward, Fang Wei condensed the spell fireball and smashed it towards Zhao Ze.

It's just that Ling Bo's micro-stepping technique is too mysterious, and Zhao Ze can easily dodge it by stepping on the gossip, and he doesn't need to swing his fist to resist at all, just chase with all his strength.

"Wait~~, boy, we are from the Ministry of Security of Huaxia Kingdom, if you dare to kill me, you want to be a complete enemy of Huaxia Kingdom, have you thought about it?"

After a few more breaths, there were less than three steps left between the two sides, and they knew that they could not escape;

Facing the golden fist roaring from behind, Fang Wei stopped, mobilized his spiritual power to form a layer of light outside his body, and gritted his teeth and threatened.

Touch~~~

In response, a golden fist phantom the size of a baby's skull shattered the thin shield of body protection and struck the shoulder without hesitation.

Puff puff~~

The next moment, Fang Wei, who was numb with half of his body, spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, and was pressed on the dantian by Zhao Ze with a palm, and the whole person withered.

"Why are you running, wasting so much, do you know how much a pity it is?"

Because when the flat-headed young man escaped, he kept sending out spells to stop him, consuming too much spiritual power;

Zhao Ze, who only devoured for a few tens of seconds and felt that his body was empty, slapped him in the face, and his eyes were full of regret that hatred of iron could not become steel.

"You~~, you demon, you can't die well. ”

In the era of the end of the Fa, the aura was thin, and he could have the cultivation of the second layer of the Great Perfection, which was the accumulation of several years, but he was all sucked away at once;

Fang Wei, who was beaten again at this moment, cursed angrily immediately after waking up.