There are all kinds of industries in the world, but none of them sell regret medicine.

In a hurry, Wen Jun kicked his feet quickly, using the footwork of "relying on the void to enter the air", and his body was like an arrow off the string, and he quickly retreated, which was able to avoid the ferocious slash.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins. Wen Jun didn't give the other party a chance to breathe, and without waiting for his body to stand firm, he swooped towards the far end of the thin rope, like an eagle that saw its prey, fast, fast, and accurate.

At the far end of the rope is a man in black wearing a grinning mask, a black tracksuit that covers his delicate figure, a pair of canvas shoes at his feet for running and climbing, and long hair tied into a ponytail hanging down behind his head. Obviously, she is a woman, a woman with a very good figure!

Seeing that Wen Jun had dodged her inevitable slash, she couldn't help but whisper a "huh", thinking that this was the strongest opponent she had encountered so far.

Although she was a little restless, but there was no timidity, the seemingly delicate arm shook dexterously in the air, and the soft and slender black rope was waved by her, like a sensitive cobra, like a shadow clinging to Wen Jun's body, giving him a fatal blow at any time.

It was the first time Wen Jun had encountered such a difficult opponent. The dark rope was like a rope tied to immortals, not afraid of sword energy, nor afraid of the "shadowless sword" that sharpened iron like clay, and always followed him as if it were leaving. He snorted coldly, his wrist flipped instantly, and the "Streamer Sword" in his hand quickly replaced the "Shadowless Sword" and swung towards the annoying string.

The woman in black wearing a grinning and crying mask was happy in her heart, and said in her heart, stinky boy, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door to hell for you to come, aunt and grandma, I will fulfill you today! The delicate arm shook, and the soft rope suddenly became a "black and white impermanence" ghost-hunting iron rope, eerie and terrifying!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss......" accompanied by the sound of a silkworm nibbling on mulberry leaves, a dark cloud flew above Wen Jun's head, sprinkled and fluttering with the wind.

The woman in black wearing a grinning and crying mask froze in an instant, and her whole person seemed to be suppressed, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

The black rope in her hand is not simple, it is woven from a woman's black hair through a unique stunt, and coated with secret animal oil, smooth as silk, hard as steel, the attack range can reach more than ten meters away, and it can whirl, flip, cut, curl, and slash like a "blood droplet", and the power is amazing. Since it appeared in the rivers and lakes, it has never been defeated, and it is respected as "Ghost Suo".

Wen Jun is a fledgling and lonely, how can he know such anecdotes?

Wen Jun heard the sound again, and the ghost-like figure quickly approached the woman in black wearing a grinning and crying mask, and before the stump of the broken string in her hand could shake, the person had already arrived in front of the woman, and with one hand, she raised her hand holding the whip high in the air, this move was to elevate her attack in the air, and then smashed her stomach with a fist with his right hand.

"Kick, kick, kick......"

The woman took a few steps back, until she reached the corner of the wall, and only then did she lose the strength of her leaning back. The throat is sweet, and I don't dare to open my mouth at this time, otherwise I will spit out the blood from my internal organs, which will hurt my vitality.

When he raised his eyes to look at Wen Jun again, his face was stunned, mixed with a hint of fear. She finally saw clearly that it was such a young man who had turned her "ghost rope" into nothing!

Although the woman in front of her was covered with a mask and could not see her face clearly, her eyes were still exposed. The eyes are the windows to the human psyche, and whoever it is, his eyes will reveal some secrets to a greater or lesser extent. This woman's eyes were neither joyful nor sad, not even a trace of bright color, and at a glance, they were crystal clear. By no means "10. 18 Murder Case".

For "10. The murderer of "18 Door Destroying Case", Wen Jun was most impressed by his eagle-like eerie eyes, which were particularly penetrating. Even Murong Pei couldn't help but shudder when he saw the simulated portrait for the first time.

Although from her eyes, Wen Jun had already judged that this person was not a murderer, but looking at the scene, this woman was the only person who could be called a master at the scene, and her other accomplices had been cleaned up by Murong Pei, Zhou Xiaolei and others.

"Just such a little ability, and also run out to rob?" Wen Jun clasped his hands into fists and said with a sneer, "Are they believing in you too much?" Or do you think I'm really unbearable? ”

"Stupid young man, you will pay for your hubris." The woman in black was seriously injured and stimulated by Wen Jun, and finally spoke. Although her voice was very pleasant, the killing intent in her words and the madness in her eyes could clearly see her attitude towards Wen Jun, and she couldn't wait to kill him quickly.

"I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid. I knew that you were a gang of Jiangyang thieves, but I didn't expect that Gu'er would be so fat. Wen Jun said with a smile. As he spoke, he began to approach the woman step by step, with a kind smile on his face, like the god of death who smiled and harvested life in mythological stories.

When he was three steps away from the masked woman, Wen Jun jumped up and kicked her in the air towards her face. If this kick is real, at least it can kick this woman in the face so that her parents can't recognize her.

The masked woman knew the sharpness of Wen Jun's kick, and clenched the thin whip with both hands, although it was a little painful, it would not affect the strength and flexibility of the entire arm.

When he was about to shift the direction of the attack, he grabbed Wen Jun's trouser belt and pulled it back, and the person also followed Ye Qiu's body and flew back, and then pushed forward violently, using his strength to fight, a beautiful four-two thousand catties.

Wen Jun's speed was fast enough, and the strength was also very fierce, and after being pushed out by the opponent's move like Tai Chi's strength technique, he quickly took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

"Tai Chi?" Wen Jun looked at the masked woman with a surprised expression, "I didn't think you were from the Wudang Sect?" ”

"There's so much more you can't think of!" The woman said hatefully, because of this stinky boy, the originally well-planned action was burned, and she had no shame to see the master again.

Performing the footwork of "Relying on Void and Void" to take two steps back, unloading the remaining strength, Wen Jun smiled at the masked woman and said: "Tai Chi has developed so far, and many branches have been born, who is your master?" If you say it, I'll consider letting you go. ”

The masked woman smiled poignantly, and her beautiful face couldn't help but feel a sense of heartbreak. It's a pity that there is a mask in the way, and Wen Jun can't appreciate it.