On the outskirts of the western part of the city, outside a small courtyard with a single family, Lu Weishuang, Zhao Huainan and Lou Jun hid in the night and quietly approached.

Each of them pressed a special talisman in their hands, so that they could communicate with each other without speaking soundly, and with a movement of their minds.

Suddenly, dark clouds faded in the sky, and the moonlight was in full bloom.

Lou Jun couldn't help but bring up the old things again, "Brother Huainan, you see it's here again, I said earlier, there is definitely something big happening in this city." ”

Zhao Huainan said: "Don't be distracted, even if the world is turned upside down, what do we have to do? Let the group of people in the 22nd Bureau worry." We'll deal with Mr. Paint first, anyway. ”

"Are you sure it's here? It's been three times in vain. Lu Weishuang asked.

"This bastard is cunning and has three nests, and the previous three places can't be said to be wrong, they are all where he has been. According to Huang Zhicheng's intelligence, as well as my analysis, this is the last place. ”

Zhao Huainan added another sentence after speaking. "Well, the most likely place. ”

"Most likely? I remember saying that last time. Lu Weishuang ruthlessly dismantled the stage directly.

"No, this time it's different, I only remembered later that this small yard is the property of the bamboo forest. The possibility is indeed ......"

Zhao Huainan said that he also felt a little embarrassed and couldn't continue. The small courtyard was already close at hand, and he didn't want to continue to dwell on this topic. Zhao Huainan made an offensive gesture, the three of them glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and immediately attacked the small courtyard according to the pre-set action plan.

Lou Jun took the lead as the main attacker, Lu Weishuang was a few steps behind to suppress the formation for him, and Zhao Huainan hid in the shadows to urge the formation, controlling the entire battle situation in an all-round way.

The walls of the small courtyard were like paper paste in Lou Jun's eyes, and he directly broke through the wall and went straight to the life reaction of the bedroom on the second floor.

Before Lou Jun's offensive arrived, a figure had already sprung out like a ghost, and he was about to escape through the night.

"Let's see where you can escape today!" Zhao Huainan stared at the figure viciously, he had already calculated all possible retreats, and laid an ambush in advance. At this time, as soon as the formation was urged, the movement of the figure immediately stagnated.

"Okay!" Lou Jun shouted, chasing the stars and the moon to kill behind the figure, and blasted out with a heavy punch.

At this moment, Lu Weishuang suddenly shouted: "Fake!"

Before she could finish speaking, the figure had exploded. The blazing flames and shock waves instantly destroyed the entire small courtyard, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

After a while, Lou Jun broke a large cement slab that happened to be pressed on his head and crawled out of the ruins. He was covered in dust and embarrassed, and his right hand was bleeding.

The crater at the center of the explosion was still burning, Lou Jun looked at it with palpitations, angry and scared in his heart, if it weren't for Lu Weishuang's reminder at the last moment, I was afraid that this hand would be scrapped for the time being.

"What do you think?" Zhao Huainan chased after him with a grim face.

"I'm fine, just a skin injury. It's a fake again, where did that bastard go?" Lou Jun said hatefully.

Zhao Huainan was annoyed and puzzled, "It doesn't make sense, did he know that we would come to trouble him?"

On the edge of the altar of the underground ruins, Tan Xuan's body continued to expand, his flesh and blood were squeezed and pulled until it shattered, and the surface of his body was covered with countless cracks, and the blood was stained. He let out a beastly roar, his sanity completely consumed by resentment, and only the insane instinct of destroying was left.

"Self-inflicted, don't live!" the old man sighed, urging the thunder, and now, the only way to do this is to refine Tan Xuan into the resentful blood lotus.

Thunder added, and the resentment suddenly subsided, and Tan Xuan's consciousness temporarily regained clarity. He cried and howled, and cried out heartbreakingly: "Don't, old man, I was wrong, save me, please save me." ”

The old man was unmoved, the agreement between her and Tan Xuan had ended, and now she only wanted to refine her resentment into a blood lotus as soon as possible, lest it continue to entangle the Qinglian sword qi. Only in this way can she collect "Chivalrous Travel", Qinglian Sword Qi, and the poetic talent of the world's first attack that day.

"Mr. Painting, save me. When Tan Xuan was dying, he shouted in despair.

In the pocket of his clothes, a square-folded white paper trembled slightly, and the paper was impressively drawn with the ancient Greek legend of the golden apple tree and the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, who guarded it.

"Is it really down here? It's hiding in a place like this. On the ground, Mr. Hua no longer hesitated, and jumped directly into the gap that Fang Cai's sword qi had just cut open, and fell from the sky into the ground.

The gap cut by the sword qi was straight and smooth, and Mr. Hua rushed all the way down, and soon saw the green lotus floating in the air, and he couldn't help but be moved. "Is this a Knight's Journey?"

He usually reluctantly listens to his friend Mr. Jian nagging to evaluate the world's famous swords, and his ears are about to grind out calluses.

Famous Sword, Evil Sword, Fast Sword, Killing Sword...... Among the countless swords in the world, Mr. Jian first recommended "Chivalrous Journey", which is poetic talent and a unique famous sword. It's just that this sword has long been difficult to find, and only a few words have been circulated in historical materials, and many people even suspect that it doesn't exist at all, just a legend that is chiseled and attached. Mr. Sword didn't know how much effort he spent on chasing this sword, but unfortunately it was always a mirror and difficult to find.

"It's it, such a sword intent, it's definitely it. "Where does Mr. Hua still have the kung fu to care about Tan Xuan's life and death, he turned in the air and went straight to Qinglian.

"What a gut!" the old man was furious. She made a decision immediately, gave up half of the grievances she had dealt with, and was about to seize the sword when she rose to the sky, even if she was desperate to let the grievances defile Qinglian again, and she couldn't let "Chivalrous Travel" fall into the hands of others.

After all, Mr. Hua was closer, and although his speed was not as fast as the old man, he still rushed in front of Qinglian first. With a wave of his hands, a pure white piece of paper appeared between his hands.

Although he was itchy and unbearable, he still kept an eye on it and didn't dare to touch it directly with his body. The drawing paper swelled in the wind, and the four corners were closed, enveloping Qinglian at once. Mr. Painting was overjoyed, and immediately cast a spell to temporarily put Qinglian on paper.

The old man looked at it with a sneer, and actually stopped in the air.

Qinglian, who was enveloped, seemed to feel that her majesty had been provoked, and her infinite sword aura burst out for a while.

The white paper was full of holes in an instant, and Mr. Painting bore the brunt of it, and thousands of holes were directly cut out of his body that transmitted light before and after.

However, not a drop of blood came out of the body of the painter who was obviously already flesh and bones. He twisted strangely in the air, and turned into a paper man, which was a fake!

As soon as the sword qi was released, taking advantage of this moment, Mr. Painting's true body appeared from another direction, and his body was drenched in blood, after all, he was still slashed by the sword qi explosion just now. However, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, although the injuries looked terrifying, they were actually just skin injuries.

And now, he is the closest person in the world to "Knight's Journey".