The pale blue flames slammed into the back of the man in front of Qin Jing like fireworks, blooming, illuminating the entire dark shadow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But such brilliant fireworks only lasted for a moment, Qin Jing suddenly felt that the power in his hand had lost its purpose, and the body of the man in front of him was shattered like glass.

Is it a mirror? Qin Jing withdrew his hand and looked at the huge crater on the ground that had been smashed by the fire pendant and the few drops of blood scattered next to the pit......

It's a pity that it just rubbed on the right shoulder. Qin Jing didn't seem to be satisfied with his sneak attack, he suddenly felt to the side, and the ground he was on just now turned into strange fragments.

The figure in the darkness was not annoyed when he saw that his sneak attack had missed, he just smiled slightly, believing that the man in the distance under the sneak would not be able to find him no matter what.

But after a few moments, his expression changed, and a drop of warm liquid fell down his right shoulder, which had just been bruised by the Flame Fall, and dripped to the ground.

From the time the liquid slid down his shoulder to the time it dripped to the ground, it was not even a second, but for the people in the dark and Qin Jing in the distance, he was already able to do a lot of things.

"Tick ......" Qin Jing's ears moved, and he turned his head, but there was no one there.

Although there was no one, Qin Jing's expression did not seem to be depressed, but smiled, "You have exposed yourself in this way, you really disappointed me." ”

He muttered to himself, and then suddenly disappeared from the ground.

If Qin Jing's speed at this moment is to be compared, it is already close to or has reached the level of Zheng Zha's destruction, and Zhao Qikong, who has not yet entered the fourth order and has the ability to inch land, must be inferior. So when he was still moving forward rapidly, Qin Jing's figure had already appeared in front of him.

"First meeting," Qin Jing looked at Zhao Qikong, who appeared in front of him with shoulder-length hair and was too handsome, and a huge red scythe had already appeared in his hand, "My name is Qin Jing." ”

The red giant scythe slashed towards Zhao Qi with a faint black light. At such a close distance, it was too late to use the mirror image, Zhao Weikong flipped his hand, and a delicate dagger was held in his hand, and his left hand was also held on the handle of the dagger at the same time, and with the power of his two hands, he met the death sickle that slashed over with an indomitable momentum.

"Bang!" There was a huge impact sound in the air, and Zhao Qikong's dagger didn't seem to be ordinary, but under such an impact, a huge gap appeared!

He reacted very quickly, and he was about to retreat to the side with this force, but unfortunately, at this time, the red giant claw that had been hidden in the void since just now suddenly appeared at this time, and struck Zhao Qikong fiercely with red flames......

……

At the same time, at the British Museum.

A blonde man was standing in front of a stone platform, and on the other side of it was a huge crystal that had been frozen up. He glanced at the crystal lightly, then turned to the old man in a red robe, who was over half a hundred years old and holding a huge black scripture book, and said with a smile, "Our dear director of the British Museum, let's start now." ”

The old man who was called heard the blonde man's voice and trembled violently, and he almost couldn't even hold the scripture book in his hand. However, he quickly calmed down again, looked at the ground crystal not far away with a complicated expression, and then opened the Dark Sutra, ready to start reciting the words on it.

The blonde man is none other than the jackal doctor Arot, who returned to London with Yorif.

The chanting of ancient Egyptian was heard, but at this moment Arrot seemed to hear something, and his face turned grim.

"A point deducted?" His expression seemed a little incredulous, "Is it the captain's side, no, it shouldn't be there, it's Yorif." He looked around at the red-robed guards around him, and pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket that looked like a modern one, "Hey, I'll start giving you orders now......

And on a train thousands of miles away, Zhan Lan and their ears sounded at the same time with the sound of the main god deducting points. Zhan Lan and the others stood up, so that O'Connor, who was sitting next to them, hurriedly protected Alex, looked around vigilantly and said, "Did something happen?" ”

"It's okay, don't be nervous." Zhan Lan reluctantly comforted. She turned her head to look at Ming Yanwei, and saw the latter's equally worried expression.

Lost two points at the same time...... What happened to Qin Jing......

Zhan Lan forced herself to be quiet, Qin Jing was not there, she temporarily took the position of the captain of this team, and she looked at Zero Point, who had already taken out the walkie-talkie. This is Qin Jing's modified walkie-talkie, which can make calls even from thousands of miles away, but the latter shook his head when he saw Zhan Lan, saying that there was no way to contact Qin Jing.

"At this time, we can only trust the captain." Ming Yanwei sighed and sat down.

……

Qin Jing's figure flickered in the jungle outside the O'Connors' mansion. His expression was not so relaxed, the blow of the Elven Fire just now seemed to be very ruthless, but Qin Jing could see it very clearly, Zhao Qikong actually spun around in the air in less than a fraction of a second, stepped on the giant claws with both feet, and jumped out of the hall with strength, and he himself did not suffer much damage.

Worthy of a family of assassins...... Qin Jing secretly praised it, but he didn't think about letting go of Zhao Weikong, such a killer who could perfectly hide himself was on his side, if he couldn't give the damage that made him unable to act in a short period of time, how could he rest assured that the newcomers of the Zhongzhou team would stay in London.

"It seems that I have provoked a great person this time......" Not far ahead, Zhao Lingkong's figure also appeared blurred, unlike Qin Jing's appearance from time to time as if he was teleporting, Zhao Lingkong's figure was simply like a ghost, and in an instant, he could only see a black shadow like a belt. In such a lush woods, the Assassin family's agile body had an absolute advantage.

It couldn't summon Elven Fire, and although it was faster, there was no doubt that the branches and trunks were the biggest obstacles, and it was already far away before it could touch him. Is that why he had to go into the woods?

Qin Jing kept thinking about it, his flying sickle foot could only go straight, and in such an environment, he was actually pulled farther and farther away by Zhao Qikong.

"How about asking you about someone," Zhao Qikong's voice in the distance still came, with the writing wheel eye, Qin Jing could almost see his cold smile, "It's very recognizable, **, looks like a green apple, I think she should be in your team if she enters this world......"

"Don't answer? I'm very distressed like this......" Zhao Qikong's face didn't see any change in expression, "Anyway, is there no problem for you to chase it out like this, I just saw a lot of people in red robes and weapons around your house......"

Although he said this, the movement of his feet did not stop at all, and he saw that his feet lightly stepped on a tree trunk, and the whole person suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

Qin Jing didn't answer behind Zhao Qikong, his eyes just stared at the figure in front of him. But in his heart, he secretly paid attention to Zhao Weikong's words. Suddenly, his face moved, and it turned out that while they were chasing, a clearing with a diameter of more than 100 meters appeared in the woods.

Qin Jing's expression froze, and his body immediately seemed to have a golden current flowing through him, and his feet seemed to step in the void, and the distance between him and Zhao Qikong shortened sharply.

Zhao Qikong looked at the fleeting distance of 100 meters, and when he turned around, his eyes finally fluctuated slightly. Because the right wrist of the man named Qin Jing behind him suddenly shot out a purple-red rope of light, crossing the distance of more than ten meters between them and wrapping around his right foot, and at the same time, a huge pull was also heard on his right foot. Zhao Qikong raised his hand and waved, but he didn't see anything, and the light rope on his right foot turned into powder glowing with purple light, but just by pulling and pulling, Qin Jing had already come to Zhao Qikong's vicinity.

"It seems that I am really underestimated," Zhao Qikong made a wry smile, but there was a killing intent in his eyes, "There are actually people who are willing to fight me in close combat." ”

Hearing Zhao Qikong's words, Qin Jing's face finally changed greatly, Zhao Jingkong's ten fingers moved at this time, turning into ten blurred lights and shadows, and at the same time, the air around him began to vibrate vaguely, like stacks of waves began to surge towards Qin Jing. Everything in its path, whether it was the limp leaves or the seemingly solid trunks of trees, instantly turned into particles smaller than dust in this blurred air.

This stack of vibrations seemed to be slow and fast, and when it appeared, it was already on Qin Jing's side, not to mention dodging, and even opening the spiritual shielding position was not possible. In a hurry, the red Death Scythe appeared in front of Qin Jing again, sealed horizontally on Qin Jing's chest, and collided with Zhao Jingkong's stack of air vibrations.

The process of collision was silent, but the air swayed in the process of collision, spreading out with Qin Jing as the center, turning everything encountered along the way into flying ash.

This scythe was really hard and abnormal, and Qin Jing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at the intact surface of the scythe.

But the next moment, a dagger with a huge gap on the surface of the knife silently bypassed the gap of the sickle and stabbed into Qin Jing's chest, accompanied by Zhao Qikong's cold voice into Qin Jing's ears, "Sure enough, you are more to my appetite than those rotten and spoiled fruits, so let me pick them off with my own hands." ”