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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Jinling, in the courtyard of the Wu family's house.

The entire Wu family is now covered with white curtains, and a huge mourning hall has been built in the courtyard in the center, and there is a fine Nanmu coffin in the mourning hall, and it is Wu Yingxiong who is lying inside.

Wu Jianxiong, the head of the Wu family and Wu Yingxiong's father, stood in front of the coffin, quietly staring at the black and white photo of Wu Yingxiong, the whole person was haggard and more than ten years old, full of white hair, his face was deep, and he couldn't see any change in his expression.

A middle-aged man dressed in white walked in quickly.

"The head of the family, Jin Quan let the kid go. ”

"Why?" Wu Yingxiong's deep voice came out.

"I don't know, but when I contacted Jinquan, the other party turned off the phone, and I couldn't reach anyone, and I couldn't contact anyone else in the police station. The middle-aged man said lightly.

"It seems that this son has an identity that we don't know. Wu Jianxiong said coldly, his old eyes bursting with an unforgettable killing intent.

"The head of the family, I have asked the poisonous scorpion to use all his strength to hunt down and kill this son, but this son is very strong, and now hundreds of people have died in his hands, and the other seriously injured people have also reached a hundred, I am afraid that only the innate strong can deal with him. ”

"Did you get in touch with the second one?"

Wu Jianxiong said coldly.

"News has already arrived, and it should have arrived in these two days. The middle-aged man nodded.

"Prepare everything, and let this son and that pay tribute to my son tomorrow. ”

Wu Jianxiong's hoarse and cold voice came out, and a pair of vicissitudes of life stared at Wu Yingxiong's photo, revealing a terrifying killing intent, and a heavy coercion burst out from his body.

In Jinling, a suite of a five-star hotel, the door to the bathroom was opened, and Ye Luo walked out wearing a bathrobe, wiping his hair with a towel.

Facing the pursuit of the entire Jinling underground world, Ye Luo dared to live in the hotel in a grand manner, and he was definitely the first person.

However, Ye Luo himself knew that no matter how crazy that group of people were, it would be impossible for them to boldly enter a five-star hotel directly, which would inevitably cause a huge panic, and even if the Wu family was awesome, it would be difficult to solve it.

So Ye Luo lived in this five-star hotel with great peace of mind, picked up the red wine in the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine, Ye Luo tasted it quietly.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Jingxuan's phone called.

"It's already one or two o'clock in the morning, haven't you slept yet?" Ye Luo said to Na Luo Jingxuan.

"How are you now? Have you found Sister Yan? If you don't come back safely, how can I sleep. Luo Jingxuan's voice sounded a little haggard.

"Don't worry, I will bring Sister Yan back safely, you have a good rest, Sister Yan will return to you tomorrow." ”

Ye Luo said some comforting words before hanging up the phone.

Swish!

However, at this time, the lights in Ye Luo's room suddenly went out, and I don't know when the windows in his room opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in, and the curtains rattled.

Ye Luo sat on the sofa with an indifferent face, drinking the wine glass in his hand, his expression narrowed, and a cold glow flashed.

Shout!

A piercing sound suddenly exploded in the silent room, and in the dark night, a dark light shot towards Ye Luo.

Ye Luo's body stood up suddenly, leaving a trail of afterimages on the other side, and the hidden weapon shot at the wall.

Then several dark weapons glowing with ghostly light shot towards Ye Luo again, obviously all of them were quenched with poison.

Slowly putting down the wine glass, Ye Luo's eyes flashed with a gleam, and his body disappeared strangely in front of him.

At this time, in the room, a dark shadow appeared, wearing a black tights, with a black mask on his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, holding a scimitar in his hand, completely blending with the darkness.

A pair of cold eyes scanned the dark house with a sharp light.

"Are you looking for me?"

A fluttering voice sounded behind the man in black, and the latter's eyes froze, and in an instant, his body was like a rabbit kicking an eagle, and he rushed out towards the front, rolling on the ground, his eyes scanning behind him.

With the help of the moonlight, there was a figure standing behind the man in black, who was Ye Luo.

Woohoo!

Several more hidden weapons shot out, the speed was extremely fast, and then the figure rushed out at the same time, and the scimitar in his hand directly slashed out, and he came to split Huashan with a move.

Ye Luo's body shook, dodging those hidden weapons, feeling a fierce energy attacking, his body deviated, the sharp knife grazed his body and fell, the strong wind blew his nose painfully, and then the opponent's blade turned and slashed at Ye Luo, and the sharp knife power made Ye Luo's clothes break open.

Ye Luo pointed his toes on the ground and slid all the way back, the opponent's scimitar swept towards Ye Luo's lower abdomen, and then Ye Luo touched the ground with both feet, and his body swept up, directly passing over the opponent's head.

Swish!

The other party's body turned, and another sharp knife slashed out, this knife gathered terrifying true qi, released it, and even the void made a sneering sound.

And this time, Ye Luozes smashed out with a punch, smashing strongly on the opponent's blade, a piercing sonorous sound sounded, full of energy, the opponent's body retreated dozens of steps, his left hand shook, and several hidden weapons shot out.

Although the room was dark at this time, Ye Luo clearly saw the trajectory of the hidden weapon flying, and his body easily dodged, but when his gaze swept away again, the figure of the other party disappeared strangely.

But in the next second, Ye Luo's body turned, and a scimitar suddenly emerged from behind him, grazing his body and slamming it on the coffee table next to him, and the whole coffee table shattered into slag.

Whew!

A fierce sword wind swept in, and in the dark night, the man in black was like a ghost, his figure flickering, sometimes appearing in front of Ye Luo, sometimes behind Ye Luo.

A fierce sword wind enveloped it, and countless sword shadows bloomed in this pitch-black room, full of infinite killing power.

With the other party's strange speed, as well as the sharp sword skills and endless hidden weapons, I am afraid that even a mid-innate master can easily fold in his hands, but these are nothing to Ye Luo.

Under Ye Luo's powerful 360-degree perspective eyes with no dead ends, no matter how ghostly the opponent's figure is, it can be detected by it at a glance, and then accurately dodge or attack.

Gradually adapting to the other party's ghostly attack method, Ye Luo directly took out his true strength, swung his fists, and countless fierce and domineering fist shadows blasted away all the opponent's sword wind.

In the next second, the other party's figure disappeared again, and this time Ye Luo just stood there quietly, motionless.