In the north port area of the port of Roman, the moon hangs high.

Two figures stepped on the roof tiles, one after the other, and galloped quickly.

On the undulating low roof, the man in black flexibly avoided left and right, and the crowded houses adjacent to the building created good conditions for him, Bei Ji's eyes were staring, and the speed had reached the fastest, but the distance between the two had always remained more than ten meters difficult to pull in.

The speed of the man in black was beyond Beiji's expectations, but Beiji did not have a means to increase his speed, and he had a headache, so Beiji had to focus on creating roadblocks.

Crossing a roof again, the figure of the man in black sank and landed on a low flat rooftop that was slightly lower than the surroundings, and in front of him was a stone tile wall two meters high.

"Good chance!"

Bei Ji drank in his heart, and his eyes stared at the flying steps of the man in black in front of him.

Just as the man in black approached the stone tile wall and was about to turn over and cross over, Bei took a step forward and jumped up from the roof behind him before he could set foot on the rooftop.

"Tempest Thorn!"

The body was in mid-air, and dozens of invisible wind cones instantly condensed from behind him, and quickly burst towards the diagonal downward.

The target is not the man in black, but the stone tile wall that is more than two meters high!

Bei Ji's calculation of the time was extremely accurate, just when the man in black's right foot was about to kick up, the wind spike instantly hit the stone tile wall, and without waiting for the man in black to react, Bei Ji, who had landed, immediately made a prediction and galloped towards the right front.

After a hundred explosions sounded on the stone tile wall, countless broken stone tiles fell, and the man in black reacted quickly, and the right foot of the forward kick immediately changed direction, and his body shape was as expected, and he dodged to the right in an extremely strange posture.

The distance of more than ten meters was pulled to zero in less than two seconds.

Bei Ji stared at the black-clothed man who was about to hit on the left, his running right leg was quickly "lithified", his body was tilted, his left hand was propped up on the ground like a compass, and a pale yellow half-arc whip leg was thrown away.

The right leg of the rock chemical touched the ghostly steps of the man in black, and the imaginary sideways overturned did not appear, only to see the body of the man in black rushing forward, and the body rotated 360 degrees in the air and then slyly crossed the figure of Bei Ji, and wanted to escape towards the bottom of the stone platform.

Where would Bei Ji let go of this opportunity, his right leg was thrown out and not withdrawn, and his left hand immediately reached out as a claw, grabbing the back tights of the man in black and pulling it back.

Being grabbed by someone, the black-clothed man's eyes flashed for a moment of astonishment, but soon, this emotion disappeared. At the same time, the man in black quickly pulled out the dagger pinned to his waist and slashed it towards his back.

It's just that when the dagger was about to slash through Bei Ji's wrist, the movement of the man in black obviously flashed a moment's pause, and the sharp blade was turned downward, and the handle of the knife went straight to the top of Bei Ji's wrist.

Seeing this, Bei Ji immediately let go of his left hand, and the hilt of the knife was empty, but the man in black was once again pulled back to the low flat roof under the ruins.

The man in black grabbed the ground with one hand and stabilized his body, and quickly pinned the dagger back to his waist, the man in black did not choose to escape, but slapped his legs towards Bei Ji.

Seeing this, Bei Ji's right arm was tense, his right fist was "rocked", and his left leg retreated half a step back, and he met it with a punch.

"Bang!"

The domineering fist style poured into the palm of the man in black without falling at all, and the winner was divided in an instant, and the figure in black flew upside down more than ten meters in embarrassment, until it smashed into the wall of the towering stone house, and the figure was able to stop.

"Boss, I see him!" A bang on the rooftop caught the attention of the servants chasing in the street.

Bei Ji withdrew his right fist and looked behind him, and on the deserted street, two figures, one in front and one behind, were rushing towards this side in a strange running posture.

"Quick...... Run for me! Speed up! Feng shouted triumphantly, and kicked the servant's ass behind him, his big belly floating up and down with this kick.

The black-clothed man embedded in the stone wall covered his trembling right palm with one hand, glanced at Feng Deyi and his servants who were chasing, withdrew his gaze and stared at Bei Ji, and black ripples gradually rippled on the wall behind him.

Bei Ji was slightly startled, the wall close to the man in black created the conditions for him to penetrate and escape, but it was too late to act, and before Bei Ji took two steps, the man in black had completely disappeared into the wall.

An arrow stepped onto the towering roof in front of the platform, and Bei Ji hurriedly stepped forward to chase after him, only to see a black shadow emerge from the crack next to the house, and scurry along the lightless shadow and into the next room again.

Bei Ji frowned slightly, if the man in black used the penetration method on this terrain full of houses, it would be even more troublesome to trace, because once he penetrated a room, he could come out of any of the four walls.

Bei Ji had no choice but to follow the penetration of the man in black, pausing to look at the roofs of one room after another, but did not dare to go down the roof, for fear of missing his whereabouts.

"Old ...... Boss, he he...... He's running again! The servant gasped and said loudly.

"You're ...... Speed up! Feng proudly spoke, and the sentences were long incoherent.

"No, no, no...... No......" The servant not only did not speed up, but slowed down: "I can't run......"

This stop, but Feng proudly seized the opportunity, and kicked at his ass is hatred of iron and steel, kicked the servant a dog to eat shit, and put his body against the ground into a 'big' word: "You still ...... It's better to ...... It's not as good as me, a fat man! ”

Feng proudly threw a body of fat and stepped on the servant's body, ran slowly, looked at the figure farther and farther ahead, and almost cried: "My Roman's idol! ”

Suddenly, he held back his tears and looked around, only one dumpling restaurant was still open on the closed shop, as if he had seized hope again, and Feng shouted proudly: "A thief has stolen something, catch a thief!" Everyone, help catch the thief! ”

The few scattered guests in the dumpling restaurant didn't seem to hear it, and their eyes never looked out.

"Catch the thief and reward him with a thousand gold coins!" Feng Smug hurriedly added.

Hearing that there was a bounty, some people looked outward, some people thought with their brows, and while eating dumplings, they measured the difficulty of catching the thief, but no one acted.

Feng De was anxious about this, and immediately stretched out five fingers: "Five thousand gold coins!" ”

When the guests of the dumpling restaurant heard this, they slapped their chopsticks on the table and ran outside.

"That thief is an assassin," I don't know who said it, and the people who were eager to try it immediately withered, and someone comforted Feng proudly: "Boss, this is not a matter of money or money, we can't beat it!" ”

"Yes, we can't beat it," added someone in the crowd, who said, "Even if we can beat it, we won't be able to catch up with the thief who flies on the roof!" ”

Feng was proud but didn't care about so much, his eyes were crazy: "Ten thousand!" ”

"Boss, it's really not about money!" Someone had a headache.

"Twenty thousand!" Feng smirked and slammed his throat.

However, when someone was about to say something, only a gust of wind flew through Feng Shengyi's rear in an instant.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the servant who had just been kicked to the ground by Feng Smugly, who had already reached the limit, but at this moment his feet were like a wind and fire.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly closed their mouths obediently, gritted their teeth, and chased after the servants in front of them: "Brother, are you tired?" We can't ask for money and die! ”

"yes, why don't you rest? Let's do it! ”