"Boom. ”

The thunderous roar of the dry day broke the silence of the moonlit night.

Zhang Chu's steps were abrupt, and he saw that the restaurant, which was like a lighthouse on the coastline under the boundless night, had been completely covered by the skyrocketing fire.

Before he could react, the sound of "bang bang bang" became a piece of martyrdom.

In the blazing firelight, one by one twisted figures were set off by the fierce waves of qi and flew all over the sky.

The mournful wails came and went......

Gunpowder has been made into all kinds of artillery battles in Dali as an embellishment for the atmosphere of the festival.

It wasn't until today that the festive disguise was removed for the first time, revealing the hideous true face!

Even Zhang Chu, the mastermind behind the scenes, looked at the restaurant at the moment, and his eyes were full of horror.

He'd seen it before.

In the movie......

He didn't know how strong the Wupin Dahao was.

But in this high-intensity explosion that is almost volcanic, it should not survive!

After all, there was such a thing as an explosive bag that had never been in this world, and it was impossible for them to perceive the danger in advance and operate the True Qi Protective Body.

And the qi sea tycoon who does not have the true qi to protect the body is not invulnerable......

I only hope that the B-level shadow guard scout codenamed "Old Sun Tou" can enter the single soldier pit in advance and survive.

......

The restaurant has been reduced to ruins.

Raging flames surrounded the wooden building, and countless rubble and debris were scattered around it.

Under the jumping firelight, I saw countless people from the Heavenly Sword Gate of the Wan Clan, among the ruins.

Some of them have lost their breath, bleeding from their seven orifices, and their deaths are extremely miserable!

Some of them had a faint breath and had already passed out.

Some clutched their bloody wounds and wailed weakly.

can barely walk around, but there are only more than a dozen.

But he also covered his wounds, trembling and a few feet away from the burning wooden building, and did not dare to come forward to rescue the same door, lest the wooden building explode!

"Senior brother, what about Uncle Yu and Uncle Wang, why haven't you seen them?"

Zhang Chu walked up generously, hugged a man from the Wan Heavenly Sword Sect who was hanging from one arm and was covered with blood in a white robe, and asked in a low voice pretending to be panicked.

The people of the Wan Heavenly Sword Sect, who was hugged by his shoulder, stared at the burning restaurant with a shocked face, and when he heard this, he was suddenly startled, turned his head and shouted: "Senior brothers, have you ever seen Uncle Yu and Uncle Wang?"

"Never!"

"I didn't see it!"

"At that time, Uncle Shi and Uncle Shi seemed to be on the edge of the stable, I'm afraid they didn't escape!"

The people of the Wan Heavenly Sword Sect, who were hugged by Zhang Chu's shoulders, were extremely frightened when they heard this, and shouted loudly: "Then you are still stunned, hurry up and put out the fire, Uncle and Uncle can't ......."

"Click. ”

Before he finished speaking, the senior brother's body suddenly froze, and he looked back at Zhang Chu in a daze, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Zhang Chu's hand holding his cervical spine fell to his shoulder, stabilized his body, and shook his head slightly regretfully: "Why bother?"

The people of the surrounding Wan Heavenly Sword Sect were preparing to step forward to put out the fire at this time, but they didn't notice that there was a spy among them.

But also, they are dressed in white, Zhang Chu is also dressed in white, they carry knives around their waists, and Zhang Chu is also carrying a long knife in his hand......

Seeing this, Zhang Chu waved his hand and said softly: "Kill them all!"

His tone was soft, as if he were speaking to the air.

However, when his words fell, a large number of black-clothed people quickly poured out of the shadows of the black shadows behind him.

Their steps were extremely light, and more than a hundred people poured out, and many people from the Wan Heavenly Sword Sect in front of them failed to find them.

"Hum. ”

"Hum. ”

In the dense sound of the machine, more than ten white-robed heroes who flocked to the fire scene rushed to the street one after another.

"Death to the thief!"

There was a warrior, who was carrying several poisonous arrows and did not die, turned around in anger, drew his knife and rushed towards the group of black-clothed people.

Zhang Chu dragged the knife expressionlessly out of the crowd and cut down the warrior with one sword.

Wrath?

What do you need a dynamite pack to do if anger is to be useful?

The warrior's fight in the street announced that tonight's ambush was coming to an end.

Zhang Chu returned the knife into the sheath and shouted: "Mend the knife, count the number of people, don't let one go!"

No one answered.

More than 100 black-clothed people quickly dispersed, forming a net and gradually surrounding the raging wooden building, and seeing the white-robed Wan's Tiandaomen people, whether they were dead or alive, they all shot a poisonous arrow that sealed their throats with blood, and then chopped off the opponent's head with a knife, depriving them of the last chance to defraud the corpse.

Zhang Chu stood behind them with a knife, watching them clean up the scene in an orderly manner, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

These hundred or so people are the most elite assassins under the mule.

They were well-armed and well-trained, and even if there were very few warriors among them, they would not be able to shake their status as the best assassins in Xuanbei Prefecture!

It's just killing.

A knife can kill.

One arrow can kill.

A pack of arsenic can also kill ......

The identity of non-martial artists is a help to their actions most of the time, not a drag.

People have inertia.

When a person is accustomed to using force to solve problems, and is sure that force can really solve problems, he will gradually despise the force and wisdom of ordinary people, and subconsciously always feel that this kind of Muggle, no matter how capable he is, he can kill between his backhands!

Most of the time, this process is irreversible.

Of course, when the martial arts realm enters the middle three grades, this subconscious is already very close to the truth......

Fortunately, the current six assassin guards of the Blood Shadow Guard only need to deal with those lower third-rank martial artists who hide in the shadows and will be bad for the peace.

......

The four assassin guards carried the two corpses in front of Zhang Chu.

"On the master, these two corpses were found in the stable, and they were suspected to be the target figures Yu Jin and Wang Qian. ”

Zhang Chu stepped forward and looked at the two corpses by the light of the fire.

A middle-aged man with a three-inch beard on his chin.

A burly old man with crazy hair and a bit of the style of a golden lion king.

The two corpses were lucky not to be burned, their robes had been soaked with red blood, and they couldn't even tell whether the material was good or bad, Zhang Chu used the clouds to pick open the robe of the burly old man, and saw that his strong chest was full of blood holes as big as corn kernels......

The handsome middle-aged man's injuries were even more serious than those of the burly old man, and the carotid artery in his neck seemed to have been grazed by something, and a large piece of flesh was missing......

Zhang Chu saw that the injuries of these two people should have been killed by the iron sand mixed with those improved explosives bags at the first moment of the explosion.

"Lord, this is the saber that was found near the two of them. ”

As soon as Zhang Chu turned around, he saw an assassin standing behind him, holding a purple sheath long knife shaped like a goose feather knife in both hands.

Beside him, two other people worked together to carry a jet-black door knife that was six feet long and book-wide, and shaped like a horse-chopping knife.

Zhang Chu got up, grabbed the purple sheath long knife, and pulled it out.

"...... Sonor"

The sound of the knife was clear and pleasant, and the blade of the knife was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the firelight that illuminated Zhang Chu's eyes.

Before the knife was completely unsheathed, the sharp aura stimulated Zhang Chu's courage with goosebumps, as if the knife was telling him: You are not my master!

"Good knives!"

Zhang Chu sighed regretfully and put the knife into the sheath.

Although the clouds are good, they have been hiding the front for many years, the knife intent is old, the sharpness is no longer sharp, and it is unbearable to drive.

He has the heart to replace the saber, but a famous knife at the level of Jingyun can be found if he finds it!

This purple sheath long knife, he was very satisfied.

The sword intent is fierce and fierce, like a majestic man who is upright and prosperous, and it is a good time to kill all sides.

It's a pity that this knife is cultivated with the true qi of the cold genus, and his blood is as blazing as fire, he uses this knife to either devour the master or destroy the knife.

"Where's the old grandson?"

"Still in a coma. ”

"When he wakes up, let him recognize it again. ”

"Wow. ”

"Speed up, I'll know if there's still a mouth alive in two quarters of an hour!"

"Whoa!"

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