In the darkness, there was a faint sound of breathing.

At such a time, no one dares to act rashly.

Suddenly, a flash of fire lit up in a corner.

When I saw the fire, I suddenly had ten thousand bad associations in my heart.

The big stack is full of fire glue, and if someone lights it, we will all turn into roast pigs.

Will Granny Medicine be blinded by hatred and set herself on fire with a ruthless heart?

There is also that Huang Zhenying, this person is actually the real culprit behind everything, in order to take revenge, he has been planning for eight years, secretly leading, and as a result, we innocent people are also trapped.

I guess he doesn't care about anyone's life at all, including his own.

Thankfully, they weren't the ones who lit the fire.

With the help of the faint light, it was clear that it was a soldier.

Feng Daoyuan's people.

The soldier had obviously been sent out to explore the way, and was alone with a fire fold.

With the faint light, the soldier strode close to a window, smashing and prying with his spear in an attempt to smash an exit.

The spear fell, making a sonorous metal crash.

It turned out that the window was sealed with a thick iron plate.

Granny Yao's consultation fee is so expensive, I believe she has enough financial resources to replace every outer wall of the Damazhan with an iron wall.

Even if Jin Yan Biao and Feng Daoyuan used the firearms of the Thunder Fire Hall to blow up the wall, I am afraid it will not help.

Wait a minute!

There is a real possibility that they will use firearms.

Granny Yao said that those fire glues are hidden in the mezzanine of the floor, is there also in the wall? Even if there is no one in the wall, if the firearm explodes, will it also ignite the fire glue in the floor?

Maybe the power of the five hundred and twenty-one Heavenly Thunder Pill is not enough, but what about the three thousand and one Thunder Tube?

After thinking about it, my cold sweat immediately flowed.

I'm afraid this change is also in Huang Zhenying's calculations!

What am I going to do?

A moment later, a fire lit up in another place.

I could see clearly that it was a leopard warrior, holding a black iron rod in his hand.

It's the thunderbolt!

"Can't let him detonate." I whispered.

Regardless of whether anyone heard this or not, I sprinted towards the leopard warrior.

In the darkness, a strong wind struck.

I erected a knife and made a loud noise, and the strength of the other party was obviously not low.

Who exactly?

The opponent attacked again.

At this time, I couldn't see anything at all, so I could only judge the general direction by the sound of the wind, and then I took out my knife to block.

Fortunately, the opponent's accuracy was also very poor, and he fought seven or eight moves in a row, barely a tie.

I watched the leopard warrior walk to the window, put the detonator against the seam between the window and the wall, and dragged two chairs to support the detonator.

Obviously, he didn't want to make a suicide bombing.

In the darkness, the sound of swords clashing sounded again.

Not on my side.

Someone should have tried to stop the detonation, but someone else tried to stop the person who stopped the detonation, so the person who stopped the detonation and the person who prevented the detonation started a fierce battle near the person who tried to detonate!

So here's the question:

Can the person who tries to detonate it successfully detonate it?

The Panther Warrior gripped the end of the thunderbolt, his hand shaking.

Suddenly, several small swords flew in the darkness, and the small swords were arranged in a fan shape, and they turned on the wrist of the leopard warrior......

Burst!

There was a burst of plasma, and the hand holding the detonator snapped.

I was in the dark, and I could see it clearly, those small swords were swords in a fan!

Xu Lang made a move.

But then, several rays of light struck from all directions, forcing the sword back into darkness.

The detonator fell to the ground and rolled away.

After a moment of silence, there was a loud roar in the darkness, and the sound of swords clashing was endless.

The big scuffle begins!

In the only few breaths, at least five knives beckoned at me, and they were fast and fierce.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: What kind of fight? If you see who it is, you dare to cut it indiscriminately?

If I hadn't completed the Black Wind Thirteen Style, I'm afraid my little life would have to be confessed here.

Where are those masters?

There are hundreds of people in the big horse stack, although there are only a few of them who can be named, but the martial arts cultivation is above the fivefold realm, and the practitioners with more than 20 internal strength and qi veins are really uncountable.

In other words, if it weren't for the luck of getting a black iron scabbard worth 10,000 points of understanding, my martial arts cultivation would be at the level of being a follower in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, the title of follower is not good, but how many big guys can there be in the world?

Really fight hard, and the follower is the mainstay!

The Xujia caravan has a lot of people, and the loss is due to the lack of mid-range combat effectiveness, in addition to Xu Lang, Zhang Heng and Lao Ao, there are also a few deputy darts on the table.

So once a war starts, it is we who will suffer after all.

Gotta figure figure it out.

I aimed at the cooing and rolling thunder tube on the ground, threw out a throwing knife, and leaned out.

Glimpse of the third type: Sweep the sky with the mother and son!

Steel-forged knives burst through the darkness, and countless subtle sounds of breaking the air rang out, and there was a wail all around.

If I accidentally hurt my own people, I can only say sorry, but the trick of the son and mother sweeping the air is large in scope and powerful, but the damage caused is very limited, and I am not too worried about killing the wrong person.

The main function is to clear the obstacles in front of me, helping me to fly all the way, flip forward, copy my hands, jump, crouch, and move in one go, and when I stabilize my body, the detonator has reached my hand.

Who else?

I held the detonator in my hand, my eyes glancing from side to side, already thinking about what to blow up.

Oh, by the way, I was trying to stop the explosion.

Let's go back and discuss with everyone.

I bowed down, calculated the direction, tiptoed against the wall, and had to pay attention to the movement around me as I walked: the rain of swords and swords in the darkness was endless, and I couldn't tell when I would snap a blow in my ears.

Dodging left and right, it was difficult to get through a while, and it was estimated that he was about to return to the corner where the caravan had retreated, and he was about to call out to avoid being killed by his own people......

The whole floor suddenly lit up!

It was an oil lamp, and if it was normally dim, it was as bright as the rising sun.

I glanced quickly.

Burst.

Someone knocked out the oil lamp.

Fortunately, with the help of the light, I have a general understanding of the situation.

Xu Langzheng was alone, besieged by two crow generals and three leopard warriors.

Zhang Heng and Jin Yanbiao showed all their skills and fought happily.

Feng Daoyuan slowly retreated under the resistance of several deputy dart heads.

The bandits and the soldiers fought in the darkness, killing and wounding each other.

The caravan's defensive position was attacked, and with the support of Yao Po and Lao Ao, there was no danger.

There was a flash of light, and everyone stopped.

There was silence in the darkness.

Wait, did you miss someone just now?

I counted it with my fingers, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Where is Huang Zhenying?