As the distance between the two narrowed, Ximen Jing saw the other party's appearance clearly, this is a young man with handsome eyebrows and eyes, about the same age as himself, dressed in black, with a slender figure, he ran for more than ten kilometers and did not change his color or panting, his face was calm and relaxed, as if he was coming to go shopping.

Who is he, there is no need to ask, it is definitely not a living Lei Feng who is chasing after the wallet. The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, ten, eight, and five, and even the stubble on his face can be clearly identified by the starlight in the sky.

Suddenly, a cold light pierced the night, and Ximen Jing took the lead in attacking, walking with the knife, the knife was like lightning, and he stabbed straight to the front of the opponent's heart.

The man seemed to have expected Ximen Jing to attack, and he snorted contemptuously: "Hmph, if you do it without saying a word, it's really violent." As he spoke, he leisurely stretched out two fingers and put them on his chest, and the position was exactly the same as where Ximen Jing's knife was pointing.

The distance of five zhang was instantaneous, but the knife in Ximenjing's hand did not stab out, but shook a false shot, tiptoe a little, his figure suddenly jumped up, jumped out in the air, and went straight to the roof of the shop next to him.

The man sneered: "I can't run away!" I didn't see him bending over his knees, his body soaring into the air, as if there was a rope above his head that pulled him up, he kicked in the air, and swept away behind Ximen Jing, a few points faster than Ximen Jing's body.

Ximen Jing had just stood on the roof on tiptoe, and the man had already reached behind him, stretching out his palm like an iron claw and grabbing it. A few cold rays suddenly flashed in the darkness, like a little cold star, shooting towards the man's face.

There was a series of soft clanging sounds, and a little bit of cold light was removed by the man's iron claws, and a string of tiny sparks like static electricity were wiped out in the dark night. The momentum of the man's forward sweep also fell under the shop because of a pause.

At this moment, Ximen Jing on the roof was waiting for this opportunity, raising his knife above his head with both hands, and shouted: "Blizzard Slash!"

This knife fell from the sky, with an indomitable momentum, it was the blizzard slash that Ximen Jing realized in the avalanche.

The sword gradually enlarged in the man's eyes, and before the blade arrived, his whole body was shrouded in the sword. There was even a hint of danger in the man's heart, and he only felt that the front and back were blocked by this knife, and no move in any direction could match it. How is this possible, he is obviously an opponent like an ant, but he can make such a strong move, isn't it that he has been hiding his strength?

When he didn't have time to think about it, the man suddenly stomped his foot and retreated sharply, and at the same time greeted him with a dazzling red glow in his right hand.

Suddenly lit up in the dark night, like a firework, the man took a few steps back, and hit the roller shutter door of the shop behind him before stopping the momentum. Raising his hand to take a closer look, he saw that there was a shallow scar on his right hand, which was as strong as an iron claw, and the flesh skin was rolled, and red blood beads oozed out of the wound. He sneered: "The thunder is heavy and the rain is small, and the formation is terrifying, but it is useless!"

Looking up again, Ximen Jing was gone. The man's face changed drastically, he burst into the air, jumped into the air, jumped on the opposite roof, and looked around to see where there was still a trace of Ximen Jing.

The man raised his hand and played out a talisman seal, closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly the talisman spontaneously combusted, and a small finch made of flames suddenly flew out of the flames, flying towards the distance. The man's figure flickered and followed closely behind the firebird, disappearing into the darkness.

As soon as he left, the roller shutter door behind him just now, like a car bursting a tire, made a bang, and strands of aluminum alloy burst open from the door, and the door opened like an open beast's mouth, and an obvious crack appeared from the gate to the wall, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Ximen Jing was running wildly in rows of commercial houses at this time, and the knife that had just gathered the strength of his whole body to occupy the right time and place was still ineffective. If the sword spirit awakens and can send out a sword gang, maybe the knife just now can seriously injure the opponent, but it still can't kill him, so he can only buy himself a period of time to escape. A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, the other party was too powerful, and he was obviously playing a game of cat and mouse, if he made a dead hand, he estimated that he would not be able to resist three moves and two styles.

How can he escape and ascend to heaven, Ximen Jing has already raised more than ten thoughts at this moment, and they have vetoed it one after another, this guy is even more difficult than Luo Mingjun, and it is difficult for ordinary conspiracies and tricks to work.

While he was running wildly, Ximen Jing suddenly felt that the black shadow in front of him flickered, and a fist was enlarged in front of him, and this punch was just right, as if Ximen Jing was running wildly and crashing into it. At this time, there was no way to avoid it, and he only had time to block the straight knife in front of him and take the punch hard.

He only heard a muffled sound in his ears, and Ximen Jing felt as if he had crashed into a speeding train, his body flew backwards several feet, and his back slammed into a wall. There was a bang, and the skin of the wall was peeled off, leaving a huge pit in the wall, and the cobweb-like cracks around it spread.

Ximen Jing didn't even feel pain, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood. The whole half of his body was unconscious, fortunately he had mobilized his spiritual power to protect his body just now, otherwise one punch would be enough to kill.

At this time, Ximenjing Station was unstable, and he could only lean against the wall, supporting his body by friction.

The man's figure appeared in the shadow of the wall, slowly walking this way, a little playful smile on the corner of his mouth, more and more clear.

When he was more than three feet away, the man suddenly stood up and sneered: "Don't waste your efforts, these carving insect skills are useless to me!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to the back of his head, as if he had an eye in the back of his head, and pinched a small scalpel with unmistakable precision.

Ximen Jing squirted another mouthful of blood, coughed a few times, and said for the first time: "Ask for more blessings!"

As soon as Ximen Jing's voice fell, countless stars lit up at the same time in a radius of more than ten zhang around, and in an instant, the stars turned into wisps of silver, weaving a dazzling silver wire net on the head and feet in front of the man, illuminating this piece of night sky.

At the same time, Ximen Jing staggered a step and suddenly took out the knife, and the blade laser swept through the night. And Ximen Jing walked with the knife, stumbling under his feet, but implying a certain pattern, as if he was not using a knife but a knife was running with him.

The man suddenly changed color, the red light on his body flashed, and a little streamer shot out and hit the red light, sending out a string of sparks, dazzling people's eyes. Ximen Jing arrived, and the knife also arrived, and a knife reversed from the bottom to the top, along the gap between the red mang and the ground, and plunged straight into it.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, the red light of the man's body was cut in half in an instant, and the blade went up his trouser leg, and with a stabbing sound, a crack was cut on his trouser leg, and the trouser leg immediately spread out, like a skirt fluttering in the night wind.

A little bit of cold light also shot out, and in the blink of an eye, the man snorted and took a few steps back. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly, and only then did he dodge the extremely vicious Yin Teasing Knife, and a blood groove appeared on Rao is thigh, and the blood was gurgling.

The man roared wildly, pushed his palms flat, and with a red color in his palms, he hit Ximen Jing's chest.

Ximen Jing didn't even scream, he flew out and smashed on the wall just now, and the wall was smashed through with a bang, and the person fell into the shop.

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