"You can't help me." The man in the silk shirt was on crutches, and the blades of grass on his clothes trembled slightly, like dry leaves swaying in the wind. He waved his cane, and several flashes of pale cyan light, and the blade-like wind swirled in the direction of Li Wuming.

The whirlwind cut through the air with an eerie creaking sound, like a drunken duck crowing. The wind swirled with an icy blue light, which seemed to be extremely sharp, and whenever it cut through the grass and stones, it could silently cut it in two, and then be crushed into crumbs by the twisted wind pressure.

But every time it flies halfway, it will be swallowed up by the golden light in the sky, and the golden light is like a wave, wave after wave, as if it is endless, and there are countless golden threads in it, cutting everything in front of it into residue.

Li Wuming on the opposite side floated in the air, his arms outstretched, his robe was windless, and he turned into a white wave. His eyes shone with blazing gold, like two small round suns, surrounded by billowing golden light.

The golden tide poured out of his chest, turning into a torrent of Dao Dao and hitting the other side. The ground cracked in the golden tide, and countless fine scratches appeared, like countless knives cutting indiscriminately through it.

The tide split into countless streams of gold in front of the man, biting into his body like fangs. But just as the whirlwind was drowned in golden light, the golden tide could not help the man in the cloth, and was swept into pieces by the wind around him, turning into little particles of light and dissipating.

Like a meat grinder, the wind was made up of countless whirlwinds, like a ring of the strongest shields, engulfing everything around the man. This is Li Wuming's biggest headache, they both belong to the early stage of Jindan, and neither of them can break through each other's defenses.

Of course, this is only a test period for them, and if they pull out their hole cards, it will be a different story. "Hey, I'm talking about the one across the street." Li Wuming exhaled a cold breath, and was also ruthlessly torn apart by Jin Mang, like a broken snowflake.

"Since we can't help each other, why don't we take a step back and leave like this?" Li Wuming grinned and said teasingly. The golden light in front of him dimmed, like daylight buried in the clouds.

All the golden light gathered in front of Li Wuming's body, crumpled into a ball, like a flowing water mass. The man in the silk robe was silent for a while, and the silent atmosphere spread out like flowing water. Then, he said, "Yes." ”

He turned around, and the robe on his body sounded like the sound of dead leaves on the ground being blown by the wind. The cane in his hand struck the air with a "thump" as if it were hitting the ground. Li Wuming breathed a sigh of relief.

But his face froze on the spot, because he found that the man in the cloth did not turn around to leave, but took something out of his body. It was a cyan gourd, with a rumbling sound inside, like a storm brewing.

"Wind gourd." The man in the silk coat shook the gourd in front of him as if showing off, and his eyes covered by the hat had a wolf-like ruthlessness. He didn't give Li Wuming a chance to react, and reached out to unscrew the red gourd stopper.

A rumbling sound flowed out of the gourd, condensing into a real storm. At first, it was just a faint whirlwind, like a candle in the wind, and it would be extinguished in the next second. But the next moment, it bared its fangs.

It draws up in the wind, stirring up the wind and clouds in a rumbling sound, rolling up large shards of sediment and grinding them into pieces to float in the air. It grows from cyclone to tornado, from tornado to hurricane, until it joins the sky and stirs up the clouds like a whirlpool.

The white clouds dissipated and turned into dry yellow whirlpool clouds, and the fierce wind and waves crashed head-on against Li Wuming's body, blowing his robe into a hunting sound, and scattering his hair in the air like black spider silk.

Li Wuming stretched out his hand to block it in front of him, and the wind struck, cutting his face like a knife. The storm was moving towards him. He tried to get out of the storm's area of effect, running as fast as he could, the golden light forming an afterimage behind him.

But the wind covered too much area, and it still fought him head-on. The first to arrive was the sand and gravel in the wind, with the violent force that swept in, and whipped towards Li Wuming like a whip, leaving traces on him.

With a thud, Li Wuming's snow-like robe tore open, revealing the strong and powerful skin inside. The sand hit his skin with a screeching sound of gold and stone clashing, and it was immediately bounced away.

But an awl-like wind blade followed. The sky was full of this cyan crescent, coming from all directions, one after another. Li Wuming couldn't dodge all of them after all, and the wind blade cut through his body, cutting through his defensive spells.

The wind and rain rained down on his body like a plantain, easily tearing open his skin, leaving blood marks on it. Li Wuming covered his face with his hand, and was hit by several wind blades, leaving several scarlet marks. Li Wuming's eyes became serious, "I'm angry." He said.

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"You've lost too much time." The man in black quietly appeared in front of the face like a shadow, and there was no dissatisfaction in his tone. He is nothing more than an ordinary member in charge of greeting, and it takes courage to be dissatisfied with the black men in Phnom Penh.

"I know." The face seemed to become a little more silent, just there smoking a cigarette gun, and behind the smoke were starry eyes. He seemed to have finally made up his mind, knocked his cigarette gun, and said, "Let's go." ”

The man in black nodded, and floated forward like a living black smoke. As he walked, he said in a cold voice: "What you want to assassinate is Yan Zining, the fourth lady of the Yan family, one of the three major families in Ocean City, this is not an easy target. ”

The man in black tightened his black robe, like a bat with its wings closed: "Yan Zining is under the protection of the Yan family's powerhouse at all times of the day, except for a short period of time. There was a cold coldness in his eyes.

"That's when she buys pastries. Yan Zining likes to eat fish cakes, and has a fixed time to go to the store to buy them in person every day, which is our opportunity. The man in black paused, as if remembering something, and then continued to walk forward, "At that time, the flow of people was mixed, like a muddy lake, just right for us to catch fish." ”

The face stroked his weedy stubble and did not respond. After pondering for a while, he nodded and said, "In that case, I will need to change my clothes, and the black robe is really too conspicuous." ”

"Yes." The man in black turned his head, his eyes locked tightly on Mianye, his eyes were dark and dim, "Don't worry about this, we have prepared it for you." ”

The face paused for a moment, and smoke flowed from his mouth. The emotion in his eyes faded minute by minute, and became cold and indifferent.

He's ready.