Chapter Seventy-Two: Can't Escape
Taiping Fang.
A hidden alley.
"Gurgling ......"
The sound of ruts pressed on the bluestone slab, and the sound became smaller and smaller.
The young man, with only one eye left, jumped out of the carriage, took off his hood, and a smug smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
He walked to the back of the carriage and reached out to remove the sack.
However, the young man's body was suddenly stunned, and his face could not help but change greatly.
Rice?!
How can there be grains of rice on the ground?!!!
He grabbed the back sack, but he didn't feel the weight it should have, and a small hole appeared in the sack, which was caused by a sharp blade!
The young man chuckled in his heart, then threw away the sack in his hand and quickly went to untie the second one.
As soon as the rope was untied, black hair suddenly appeared in the mouth, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
No one has been lost yet!
As soon as this thought flashed through my heart, a flower suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
Weng Shuang used all her strength, gritted her teeth and handed out the dagger she was holding tightly!
Her eyes were full of horror and terrification.
However, Weng Shuang has always remembered Wang Chuan's words.
Leave a clue...... Make trouble!
The dagger is sharp and unexpected.
The young man didn't expect that Weng Shuang, a weak woman who stayed at home, would have a dagger, and she dared to stab a dagger at herself.
His pupils shrank sharply, and then he grabbed Weng Shuang's wrist.
When.
The dagger fell to the ground.
Even if it's a surprise...... There's no way she's going to hurt him.
This is a huge gap between ordinary people and cultivators, an insurmountable gap.
However, at this moment, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and a sword light appeared instantly!
Wang Chuan jumped high from the roof, and the person had already used the first form of the nameless sword technique in mid-air.
At the same time, the value of the young man's qi and blood appeared in his eyes.
Blood: 11/100
This was lower than the disciples of the Nine Yin Sect that he met in the alley that day, and for the Nine Yin Sect, the lower the qi and blood, the stronger it was.
Wang Chuan didn't leave any hands.
The sword qi of the most rigid and yang appeared in the back of his head, approaching the heavenly spirit cover.
The young man did not turn his head, but his back seemed to have eyes, and he dodged sideways.
At the same time, he swung his arm, and the claws became extremely slender and extremely sharp.
The temperature around him seemed to drop a lot out of thin air, and the yin qi came out through the sharp claws, heading straight for Wang Chuan's door.
Seven products! He is the seventh grade!
Only the seventh grade can have such power, and the breath in the body comes out of the body.
Everything happens between the lights and the fire.
At this time, Wang Chuan was still in mid-air, with no way to borrow, and it seemed that he couldn't dodge at all.
The young man sneered, this claw was bound to poke five holes out of Wang Chuan's skull!
Wang Chuan did not panic.
At this moment he was calm.
The blood was rolling, and there was a faint dragon groan.
Wang Chuan made a completely unreasonable move in the air, narrowly avoiding the blow.
At the same time, his figure flickered, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and the real body had already appeared next to the carriage, grabbing Weng Shuang's shoulder and about to flee.
This is the Butterfly Wandering Dragon Walk!
Speed is not a specialty, but when it comes to small-scale flashing and maneuvering, it has a considerable advantage and plays a key role at this moment!
"Two techniques? It's absolutely impossible! ”
The young man exclaimed, he knew when Wang Chuan had entered the product.
In such a short period of time, how could he possibly practice two techniques?
Unfortunately, there was no one to answer his doubts.
Wang Chuan had already taken Weng Shuang and left the carriage, and fled outside without looking back.
His purpose is to save people, not to kill people, and there is no need to fight him here.
Seeing this, the young man was furious, took three steps and made two steps, and raised his legs to chase after him.
"Rubbish!"
A familiar, stingy voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and at the same time in Wang Chuan's ears.
The young man's heart trembled, and panic instantly enveloped his whole body.
This is the voice of the Master!
Obviously, the noise outside the courtyard had already alarmed the master inside the house.
The young man looked up, and saw that the black-robed man had appeared in the alley at some point, with his hands behind his back and his face gloomy.
Wang Chuan's body slammed suddenly, because the black-robed man stood in front of him strangely!
Blood: -231/0
In an instant, Wang Chuan's pupils shrank sharply!
Negative Qi and Blood? How is this possible?
What the hell is this human? Or a ghost?
"Heh, I can't do any small things, what do I want you to do?" The black-robed man said coldly, and at the same time stretched out his thin palm and grabbed Wang Chuan.
Not good!
Wang Chuan's face changed drastically, and the Lost Butterfly Dragon Step was urged by him to the extreme, and several afterimages appeared in the alley.
However, the black-robed man's thin palm still fell straight towards his neck.
The footwork didn't seem to be useful at all in front of him.
If you can't escape, you can only fight to the death.
Wang Chuan urged the remaining qi and blood in his body to use the nameless sword technique again, which was already his limit.
But the black-robed man's palm was faster than his knife, and this palm would definitely cut his throat first!
The breath of death is approaching......
This seems to be a dead end!
Wang Chuan had no choice but to watch as his palms dilated in his pupils.
Until...... Suddenly, a touch of cyan appeared in front of him.
That's a green coat!
The expected head was knocked away, and he didn't make a sound, Qin Hanyang rushed here and blocked Wang Chuan's body.
His outstretched palm grabbed the black-robed man's wrist, steady and powerful.
"Bullying me and no one in the Green Gang?" Qin Hanyang's voice was very flat.
The black-robed man looked directly at him and said lightly, "So what? ”
"The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake ......"
Qin Hanyang smiled slightly, and then said word by word: "You, no, match." ”
When the words landed, the black-robed man laughed strangely, and a rich yin qi instantly gushed out of the robe, filling the alley.
In the yin qi, there are countless evil ghosts and ghosts, making a terrible howl.
The black-robed man's eyeballs had disappeared, replaced by two faint green flames.
He didn't withdraw his palm, and several chains appeared strangely in his sleeve, not like the real thing, as if the soul was condensed.
Qin Hanyang's expression was still calm, and a short knife appeared in his hand at some point.
The blade is covered in flames, and when it collides with the chains, it makes a snorting sound and the soul wails.
Judging from the right talents, the two seem to be evenly matched.
Wang Chuan didn't see this, he grabbed Weng Shuang and fled quickly as soon as the yin qi filled the alley.
He is just a small eight-pin, keeping it is just adding to the chaos, Qin Hanyang is still distracted, and taking people away is the right thing.
Unfortunately, the black-robed man wouldn't let him leave here.
Kidnapping Weng Shuang, this is a desperate next step, if it is not successful, it will become a benevolent!
"Kill him!"
A fierce voice came from the yin qi, which was addressed to the young man.
Clang!
Wang Chuan turned around and blocked in front of him with a knife, just blocking the sharp claws swung by the young man.
He staggered back a few steps to unload his strength.
When I turned my head, I saw that the clothes on my shoulders were broken, which was caused by the yin qi extending from the claws.
But fortunately, he has already entered the eighth rank, his qi and blood can cover the surface of his body, his defense has been greatly enhanced, and he is not injured.
"You can't escape!" The only remaining one-eyed young man stared at Wang Chuan and said sharply.
Hearing this, Wang Chuan raised his head and looked at him, the corners of his mouth slowly curled, revealing a smile, and mockingly:
"Can't escape...... It's you. ”
The sound of small footsteps sounded, from far and near.
The young man's face changed, and he turned his head violently, only to see that in the alley, Li Zhenfeng rushed over with a group of Qinggang disciples.
"Damn, the master is a gangster, understand? Fools are going to fight you alone! ”
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