The man who was still fierce and ruthless before fell to the side.

Wang Anfeng knew that the movement of the previous battle was definitely not small, so he simply stopped covering his figure, raised his leg and kicked the wooden door to smash, inside was a utility room, and there was a roaring stove.

Wang Anfeng's eyes swept at it, strode straight towards the southwest corner, raised his hand and lifted all the debris in that corner with a strong wind, revealing a wooden board on the ground.

Wang Anfeng tilted his body, avoiding these two energies, and he could hear two sounds in his ears, and the old wooden beams outside were directly penetrated through the two explosion-like hollows, and the wooden planks clicked down.

Wang Anfeng's face became colder, knowing that this must have touched the other party's hometown, and the other side had been a killer, and he was no longer stubborn, he just held back a belly of anger in his heart, and raised his hand to punch down.

Just because the qi of the divine soldier behind him had not yet dissipated, this punch was smashed out with both ruthlessness and vastness, and someone inside let out a muffled snort, and then there was a heavy impact sound.

Wang Anfeng jumped down, didn't look at the martial artist, just ran towards the innermost place, and the more he ran inside, his heartbeat unconsciously accelerated.

This dim tunnel was not long, it was only three fingers and the time had already been completed, Wang Anfeng kicked open the last stone door, his eyes swept inside, and his body stiffened in an instant.

Tie Lin's shoulders were a little red, and his face was unhappy.

The warrior who broke through the wall just now only barely touched the level of the sixth grade, and he was not his opponent, so he had no choice but to shoot directly at the people who had no time to retreat, so he could only take a hard move, and then took the opportunity to injure him with a waist knife.

He didn't wear armor at this time, although there was a layer of inner armor under the clothes on his body, he didn't protect his shoulders, and he wasn't the crazy people who specialized in cultivating his physique in Tianlong Academy.

At that moment, he carried the warrior in one hand, and then grabbed the rope on his waist with his left hand, and tied the damn suspect into a twisted rice dumpling on the spot.

This rope is made of ox tendon soaked in tung oil, horsetail, castor, twisted together, and eight thin wires are entangled in the innermost, plus everyone in the criminal department knows how to use medical skills.

If you are not proficient in how to save people, but how to tie up can just get stuck so that the suspect is powerless, but they are all proficient, and they are tied up like this, unless their own qi is as powerful as a river, and they can tear foreign objects apart by pure operation, otherwise even the middle and third-grade martial artists who go to the attic step by step do not want to break free easily.

Tie up the suspect and throw it in the corner, Tie Lin strode into the house, and unintentionally joined him, both of them noticed Wang Anfeng's actions, and knew that he took the opportunity to walk in, and his steps couldn't help but speed up, and as soon as he came in, he saw two conspicuous explosion-type hollows on the beams of the house, and his expression changed.

The two of them came from a public family, and they knew that what could be so destructive could not be the hand crossbow worn by ordinary officials and soldiers, or the hidden weapon of the long sword on the rivers and lakes, it must be from the handwriting of the Great Qin Mo family.

Most of the Mo family members are straightforward, the price of the organ is not how unbearable, the key problem lies in the channel, not to mention the special qi-breaking crossbow arrow, even the machine crossbow body, ordinary martial artists have no chance to buy it, this thing is not the same as the sword, it is an absolute prohibited weapon in the territory of Daqin.

The two of them were on guard at the moment, both holding a knife in one hand and a crossbow in the other, one left and one right stepping forward with each other's horns, and when they went to a room inside, they saw a man lying on the ground, his eyes were wide open, and he was already out of breath, but his body was still having residual spasms, and pink blood with slight bubbles gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

Its neck twisted and sunk abnormally, and at a cursory glance, it almost looked like someone had slapped its head into the chest with a palm, and the hand was rough and direct, crisp and neat.

Tie Lin's face changed several times, and he said:

"This is what Feng An did?"

Wuxin's face remained unchanged, but he said quietly:

"Let's go!"

Tie Lin suppressed the horror in his heart, nodded, and the two of them walked inside again, seeing the debris blown away by the palm wind, and the cellar door that was opened.

Tie Lin kicked the wooden door at the entrance of the cellar to smash it, saving him from being caught in the urn for a while, and then jumped down with Wuxin, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a big man almost embedded in the opposite wall, coughing up blood in his mouth, and a fist mark on his abdomen, and seeing that only half of his life was left. His eyes stared blankly ahead.

A barrier knife that was one-third shorter than the waist knife fell next to it, and the edge of the knife was dark green, obviously poisoned.

The corners of Tie Lin's mouth twitched.

Looking at the appearance of this man, he was actually smashed into the wall alive, and with his experience, he could almost recall what happened in his mind.

A warrior with a mortal heart held Qin Mo's crossbow, held his breath, and waited until the moment the other party opened the door to pour out the crossbow arrows in the crossbow in one breath, and then fearlessly, ready to draw his sword and fight closely.

It even burns qi and blood in an instant to urge the qi to rise.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, he was punched against the wall and turned into a hanging painting.

Tie Lin's worries dissipated a lot, but he felt that he should be worried about whether the other party would rob him of his credit, and at this time, Wuxin had already strode in the direction of the last dark room, where there was originally a stone door, which collapsed in half, and Wang Anfeng standing there could be seen from the hollow.

He rushed into it, a pair of soft eyes swept through, but he couldn't find anything, and the first reaction in his heart was to find the wrong place? But even if he was overturned by his own reason, with Fang Cai's reaction, it was impossible to find a mistake.

But in an instant, another ridiculous thought arose in my heart.

Could it be that they found the lair of another gang of thieves?!

If this is the case, it is simply a great coincidence.

At this time, he saw Wang Anfeng, who was standing, suddenly took two steps forward, leaned over and rummaged frantically on the straw pile in the corner, frowned, and was about to open his mouth to ask him not to mess around, when he saw Wang Anfeng's body suddenly stiffen, and his thumb and index finger picked up something from the ground.

When I looked again, I found that it was a hair.

Tie Lin picked up the barrier knife at the foot of the man embedded in the wall and held it in his hand, carefully examined the martial man's injury, and suddenly a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

Doubts about why 'Feng An' wants to change his face.

The biggest purpose of disguise is to cover up his true appearance, that is, he is unwilling to expose his true appearance, and if someone sees his true appearance, it will cause consequences that he is never willing to bear.

But why?

Tie Lin went through all the things he had met Feng An today and all the way here, and he didn't find anything abnormal, but he faintly sensed a feeling that something was wrong in his heart.

But if you really want to say what's wrong, you can't say any reason, so you have to keep this doubt in your heart and go inside.

As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Anfeng's body trembling slightly, and the more doubts in his heart became, the next moment, Wang Anfeng had turned around suddenly, like a tiger out of the gate, and rushed out of this underground dark room in a few steps.

At that moment, the cold and evil breath that came to his face, even Tie Lin, who was accustomed to seeing fierce outlaws, still felt cold, his heart was almost stagnant, and after three breaths, his face turned white, he beat violently, his breath was short, he took a step forward, and his eyes unconsciously widened and looked at the ground.

The sound of the heart beating echoed in the pinna.

Problematic!

Definitely there is a problem!

Three suspicious points were mixed in his mind, and the instinct of arresting the world for more than ten years was almost reminding him in the most direct way that there was something wrong with this person.

Most of the martial artists' evil spirit comes from brazen fighting, on the one hand, it comes from the death and fear of the killed, and this part can only be done by martial artists above the third grade.

And more often than not, it is the change in the psychology of the warrior when he is decisive, which leads to a resolute heart, and the evil aura that can't help but pour out, can make him uncertain, compared to those worldly gangsters who went to Ouchi to see in the death row when he was young.

Apparently a character with bloody hands.

Wuxin didn't receive the impact, and immediately rushed out, and Tie Lin also turned around and left after easing the time of three breaths, and followed closely before he showed his head, and he could hear a low cry that almost couldn't suppress his anger:

"Who are you arresting from the Dongfang family?!"

"Say!"

At the same time, accompanied by a low cry of pain, the old man's eyes widened, and the approaching Wang Anfeng in front of him also carried the natural evil qi on his body after killing the grandmaster with his own hands, which aroused the most terrifying memory in the depths of the old man's memory, his face turned pale, and he trembled:

"Oriental ......"

Before the sound fell, the beveled wall suddenly shattered, and the old man's body suddenly flew out a few inches to the side, as if his head had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, red and white scattered all over the ground, and the white hair was stained with blood.

At the same time, two muffled grunts came from outside.

Tie Lin's expression changed greatly, and he said:

"Not good!"

"Mo Family's Heavenly Machine Crossbow!"

And before him, Wang Anfeng had already rushed out in that direction, and the thick bluestone wall directly shattered him, and even the whole room collapsed for a small half, and the strand of hair was wrapped around his fingers, and there was a trace of blood on it, and the indescribable feeling made his heart beat wildly.

It was as if his brain had been split into two parts at this time.

Part of it is in Daliang Village, a childhood that was rejected by teenagers and girls of the same age in the village.

The other part is the fact that they have blood relatives.

The violent collision of the two parts, for Wang Anfeng, a person who grew up with his uncle, the impact was extremely powerful, so strong that he almost no longer had any scruples to hide his strength.

After rushing out in two steps, he turned his head sharply to see that the two fierce warriors tied up with ox tendon ropes had a black crossbow bolt stuck in their heads, and their faces were already exhausted before they even had time to be frightened.

Seven hundred paces away, a big man in a navy blue power suit with a folded collar threw down the crossbow in his hand, carrying a large bulging bag behind his back.

The man made a provocative gesture towards Wang Anfeng, turned around and ran, there was no protection in the air, ten lives were not enough to die, he didn't have to work lightly to resist the wind, the millions of people in these twenty-seven squares were his best protection.

Even if it is the Liangzhou Order, if there is no major military and political event, it is not qualified to temporarily ban such a big city, not to mention, this will greatly affect the evaluation of officials every year, and even cut off the official career, not to mention just an ordinary woman, even if the family members of the city officials are tied up, they have to think carefully before they can make a decision.

Wang Anfeng took two steps, raised his hand and grabbed a bow from a vendor next to him who had no time to clean up, and while running forward, he grabbed the arrow used to throw pots for play, and shot the arrow, and the bow broke in just one stroke.

At the same time, the arrow left a sharp sound in the air, shooting towards the big man's legs and feet, piercing through, and the big man's body staggered a step, and then still gritted his teeth and stumbled forward, showing extremely amazing willpower and execution.

Wang Anfeng threw down the broken bow in his hand, and was about to chase forward, but at this time, the long hair tightly held in the palm of his hand suddenly became hot like a flame, Wang Anfeng paused, the stinging pain disappeared in an instant, and the reason that had become angry since approaching the tied Dongfang clan recovered.

In the next moment, I realized the anomaly in the behavior of the man who fled in a hurry in front of me—

He shot and killed the companion who was captured by Wang Anfeng and the three of them in order to extinguish the mouth to protect the news, and this news was the 'person' behind him, if this was the case, it was impossible for him to carry out the act of extinguishing the mouth with the 'person' who needed to be extinguished to protect.

This doesn't make sense.

Unless he is just carrying out the task of exterminating the mouth, and what he is carrying behind his back is not the person Wang Anfeng is looking for at all.

The plank road is repaired in the light, and the warehouse is in the dark.

Thoughts cleaved through Wang Anfeng's mind like lightning, his pupils dilated slightly, everything around him seemed to slow down several times, and the sound of people talking and footsteps that had reunited from other places had been reunited.

The soft yellow lights converge and roll like a tidal wave.

After a flick of his fingers, Wang Anfeng turned around suddenly, his eyes were like two invisible ancient wells, reflecting the lights and lights, and in the distance, a carriage walked forward in an extremely arrogant manner, knocking over several passers-by who were admiring the lanterns.

Wang Anfeng's heart beat again.

His pupil technique, which he hadn't advanced for a long time, stepped on the realm again at this moment, and through the gap in the curtain behind the carriage, he saw a pair of frightened eyes.

There was a slight frustration in his frightened eyes.

The sound of the heart beating in an instant was like the roar of war drums.

Wang Anfeng rushed towards the carriage that had traveled a considerable distance, and even pushed down several pedestrians along the way, and then jumped into the air and stood on the roof of the inn beside him.

When he encountered the pavilions, he crossed over, and when he encountered the lanterns that were tied up, he smashed them directly, Wang Anfeng was like a rhinoceros running wildly, and the distance between him and the carriage was constantly narrowed at an astonishing speed, and then closer.

When the distance was within ten meters, Wang Anfeng's eyes flashed a hint of coldness, and then he jumped down suddenly, stepped on his right foot in mid-air, and the air was forcibly condensed into a round brick invisible to the naked eye.

The right hand smashed out with a fist and smashed it on the carriage, this wood is ironwood soaked in tung oil, compared to fine iron, it is not much more than fine iron, but Wang Anfeng is most familiar with smashing wood, and simply smashed a hole neatly, someone inside let out a slightly frightened snort, Wang Anfeng's right hand buckled on the inner wall of the carriage, and tore out a gap.

The shattered wood slammed into the ground with a crunching sound.

Then Wang Anfeng saw the thin girl with her hands and feet tied and walnuts in her mouth.

The feeling in his chest that seemed to be a drum of thunder disappeared and returned to calm.

The girl burst into tears.

Wang Anfeng said in a soft tone:

"I'm coming to pick you up......"

But just stretched out his hand, the driver seemed to have felt something, flicked the whip hard, and the two good horses of different breeds pulling the cart turned ninety degrees sharply, turning into a sloping alley, Wang Anfeng now relied on one hand to hold the carriage to stabilize his body, this time he threw it away directly, and slammed into the wall because of inertia.

The softness on Wang Anfeng's face dissipated, turned cold, and comforted the girl in a low voice, and the person was in the air, forcibly turning around with his waist strength, stepping heavily on the green wall, and running wildly in a way completely parallel to the ground.

Immediately, he wanted to fall down, and then pulled the carriage to a stop, and the driver leaned out, squatting with a black Qin Mo crossbow in his hand, laughing wildly and shooting several crossbow arrows.

Wang Anfeng knew that it was powerful, and he didn't want to waste his qi to make a hard connection, so he changed his body shape in the air again and again, avoiding the hot hand attack that could be compared to an ordinary five-rank martial artist, and the brick wall he walked on collapsed all the way.

When the machine bracket was pulled down again, no crossbow bolts were fired.

The man snorted coldly, smashed the empty machine crossbow at Wang Anfeng, the evil wind paved the surface, Wang Anfeng smashed the stainless steel machine crossbow to the ground with a punch, jumped up in the relay, and steadily stepped on the top of the carriage and injured himself, and made a mistake with both fists, attacking and killing the driver who was driving.

The coachman sneered, let go of the horse's reins, avoided Wang Anfeng's straight fist, and smashed his hands straight to Wang Anfeng's chest, the evil wind was fierce, and there was a sticky energy on the fist, even if it was a bluestone mountain rock, it would be smashed to pieces.

Wang Anfeng took a step forward, made a mistake with his body, clamped the punch with his right hand arm, and took advantage of the situation to roll to the side, pulling it to the ground, and he stood up, never thinking that the latter's legs and feet were entangled in Wang Anfeng's right leg and pulled him down.

The two of them only fought on the roof of this carriage, fighting between square inches, the fist strength broke out, the roofs of the surrounding buildings were damaged, and there were many people around, Wang Anfeng couldn't try his best to make a move, most of the tricks used were just entanglement, and now Wuxin and Tie Lin were tracking down the person opposite, once there was a vacant hand, they would naturally be able to capture this thin man.

A faint commotion could already be heard not far away.

Wang Anfeng's fists and feet were a little heavier, and the thin man seemed to have known Wang Anfeng's plan, with a cruel smile on his face, his body was short, and he took Wang Anfeng's punch hard with his shoulder, and after a crisp bone cracking sound, the man's face was distorted.

With a smirk, the relay rolled out and landed on the ground, knocking over several people who couldn't dodge, and then drew a brass dagger from his back and pounced on a very high lantern like a mad wolf.

This lamp is nearly ten zhang high, the whole body is supported by green bamboo, I don't know how many lamps are used, the outside is covered with colored paper and colored silk, it is the image of an immortal, vast and tall.

Wang Anfeng stabilized the carriage, his expression changed suddenly, and while instinctively rushing out, he shouted angrily at the people who didn't know why:

"Run! Run now!! ”

Those people were just at a loss.

But immediately, those dazed people knew why Wang Anfeng was so out of shape, the thin warrior dragged the broken arm, but his movements became more and more agile, climbing up with a bamboo pole, one after another short and sharp knife light cut and slashed, the entire lantern exploded, and the flames fell on the colored paper and silk, instantly turning into a huge flame.

The entire festive Immortal Dragon Descending Lantern, at this moment, was an evil ghost that seemed to come from the Infernal Hell, with burning flames and high temperatures, it fell towards the sluggish people, with this temperature, it was enough to kill and injure hundreds of people.

The whole street was instantly enveloped by panicked screams, and frightened pedestrians ran left and right.

And just below the flames was a little girl who was only five or six years old.

A hairpin with a blue tassel.

A boy two years older threw down the shadow puppet in his hand and spread his arms to protect her.

The emaciated warrior fell to the ground, rolled over, and got into the carriage again, and the red-hot brass knife in his hand played its last role, stabbing the horse that pulled the cart in the buttocks.

The horse neighed and increased rapidly, knocking many of the people who could not dodge away, and the man's rampant laughter could be heard. Because of this gap, the girl who was tied inside barely spit out the walnuts and cried out:

"Brother......

Wang Anfeng seemed to have been struck by lightning, his body stiffened, on one side was the raging flames that fell down, and on the other side was the blood relatives of the Dongfang family who could be rescued immediately.

Then he heard the name he had heard for the first time in his life, his fists and fingers clenched, his teeth clenched, and for the first time he let out a roar of rage that was not so much rage as it was venting, and he turned his head sharply, and appeared in front of the young brother and sister in a few big steps.

Raising his hand, he split a falling flame, and then raised his palms, with a strong qi machine, to support the falling ten-zhang lantern, and some people around shouted to take the water, and the prepared officials and soldiers drew water from the nearest well and poured it on the lantern that was almost a fireball.

In this process, Wang Anfeng has been supporting the lantern, almost watching the carriage turn a corner in the field of vision, disappearing completely, and his body trembled slightly.

A face was reflected in the flickering light of the flames, like the silhouette of a mountain in the middle of winter night, silent and cold.

In those eyes that were always quiet, anger gradually grew.

PS: Today's first update is ............

Well, about 6,000 words and 100 words......