The cold moon shines through the streets and alleys, and the loud eagles echo in the night sky.

Night Terror jumped up to the house, looking up from the ridge of the roof towards the source of the sound—several figures, rising and falling over the block at the end of the field of vision, speeding in the direction of the eastern city wall, with no pursuers in sight behind them.

Luo Ning landed in front of him and pulled Night Terror's arm:

"You are not allowed to mess around, you have a bad brain right now...... You come home with me! I'll find a way to help you first......"

"I'm fine. Hei Ya always couldn't understand the signal of the bird, and he definitely couldn't find the direction, so he ran away without stopping. ”

Luo Ning looked at the night terror hall with a focused expression, it was indeed like a stop in the water, and his heart was up and down, but it was not good to pull hard, gritted his teeth and followed, and pulled out the sword on his waist.

Cha~~

The three-foot green blade came out of the sheath, bringing a touch of cold in the moonlight.

The night terror hall landed on the side of the street, and after observing the direction of several people, he picked up a long stick supporting the canopy from outside the shop, and cut his steps silently, cutting at an oblique angle to the path of several people.

Luo Ning was afraid that something would go wrong in the night terror, so she ran to the front with her sword, and crossed a street intersection on the way, she took a cautious look:

There were three people galloping on the house, and in front of them was a strong man, carrying a simple knife and carrying a man on his back.

The man lying on his back was holding a straight knife in his hand, although he was masked with a black scarf, but judging from his size and blade, he was the murderer he encountered in the morgue today.

Walking in the rear was a man in a robe, carrying a short soldier wrapped in yellow cloth, rising and falling silently, stopping from time to time to look behind him carefully, and then looking high into the sky.

Luo Ning reminded in a low voice: "The person in the back is extraordinary, don't be careless." ”

"Then him first."

Carrying a long stick, Night Terror Hall soon came to Dongzheng Street, clinging to the street pavement, and stopped against the wall outside a two-story cloth house.

Dongzheng Street is the vertical and horizontal trunk of the capital, 30 meters wide, counting the trails on both sides, the distance between the houses on both sides is 40 meters, normal martial artists can't fly over at all, and people will inevitably land here.

"Hoo ......"

Night Terror Hall took a deep breath, suppressed the restless qi and blood in his body, his eyes turned sharp, and he held a seven-foot long stick on the steps of Buzhuang, striding with his crotch cross, and listened attentively to the movement behind him.

Luo Ning hesitated for a moment, but still suppressed his mind, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, shaped like a green snake, around the pillars outside the cloth village, swimming up silently, hanging in the corner of the eaves, and then silently.

Pedal Pedal ~~

But in the blink of an eye, the footsteps had come to the top of the cloth village.

Whew-

Under the silver moon, a sturdy figure rushed out of the eaves with a man on his back, smashing into the middle of the street like a bull.

Knock –

Then rush to the opposite street!

Night Terror Hall held sticks in both hands, motionless like a sculpture, and when the sound of a slight trampling on the tiles sounded, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his legs shook violently!

Click-

The stone bricks under his feet immediately cracked, and the night terror hall was like an eagle striking the sky, and he jumped more than two feet in an instant, and came to the cornice.

"Drink—"

The explosion of shouts tore the long street under the moon!

The seven-foot stick in the hand of the Night Terror Hall collapsed into a semicircle outside the window on the second floor of the cloth village and swept under the cornice!

Boom –

The entire cornices immediately exploded, turning into broken wood and rubble and scattering into the sky, almost overturning half of the roof of the cloth village, and the long stick with the majesty of the vast sea slashed at the figures passing by.

This time the vision is stuck, and it stands to reason that it is difficult to prevent it!

But the figure above the cloth village is obviously not a mediocre hand.

The middle-aged man in the robe on the roof had just jumped up, and his face changed suddenly when he heard the sound of breaking wind, and the long strip of yellow cloth in his hand flipped to block his side, followed by a crisp sound of 'dang-'.

The yellow cloth that wrapped the weapon exploded, revealing a long black iron shaft.

And the middle-aged man in the robe in the air, like a baseball that was pulled out with all his might, flew out of the air and crossed the corner of the eaves of the cloth village!

Phew-

At this moment, the poignant sword roared suddenly through the night sky!

A green coat hanging at the corner of the eaves broke out with all his might, and the three-foot sharp blade in his hand stabbed upwards, piercing through the corners of the eaves, and stabbing the soles of people's feet without any difference.

Boom –

In a flash of the sword, the corner of the eaves of the cloth village was shattered again.

Rao, a middle-aged man in a literary robe, is very skilled, and in the face of a sudden ambush, he was still pulled out of a bloody wound on his right leg by the sword, and the whole person fell down in the air and smashed into the loess street.

Night Terror Hall knew that this person was a master, and when he was still in the air, he stepped on the Buzhuang pillar, his body smashed through the night, and with a stick in one hand, he hit the 'Yellow Dragon Lying Road', and pumped it towards the middle-aged man in the robe.

"Beware!"

It was only at this time that the murderer lying on his back sounded a reminder.

The middle-aged man in the robe fell to the ground, his right leg pulled out a blood line in the air, and when he saw the night terror hall pressing with terrifying momentum, he quickly raised the iron shovel.

Bang –

There was a thunderous explosion from the long street!

The night terror hall was pumped down, and the dust on the street immediately separated from the left and right, and a vacuum area more than a foot wide appeared.

The dust and loess were carried by the air waves, turning into a yellow dragon, and the wind swept towards the middle-aged man who had not yet landed.

This shot once smashed the seven-foot gun Chen Ming.

But the middle-aged man looked far more powerful than Chen Ming, and the iron shovel held up the stick with all his strength, and his arms were not bent by half a point by the huge force.

But no matter who kind of god or demon you are, with nowhere to stay in the air, how can you offset the power of the dragon elephant on the long stick?

Boom –

With a stick drawn, the middle-aged man who had not yet touched the ground turned into a cannonball wrapped in sand and dust, and flew straight out more than ten feet.

The night terrors are restless and restless, and the heart is not enough to stop the water, there must be a disadvantage.

But in the fighting, the manic, frenetic, excited, bloodthirsty, most of the time is not a negative state.

After the stick was withdrawn, Night Terror Hall directly threw the long stick at Luo Ning with his backhand, while holding the handle of the knife with his left hand.

Boom –

The cold moon is like frost, and the long street knife light is flashing!

Before the middle-aged man in the robe landed, the night terror hall had already drawn his knife and turned into a sea-breaking dragon, and three big strides crossed the ten-zhang long street, slashing at the middle-aged man's waist and abdomen.

Bell –

Sparks in the dust!

The middle-aged man blocked the dragon ring knife with an iron shovel, and the whole person flew backwards again.

"Drink—"

The knife in the left hand of the Night Terror Hall was sent into the right hand, and with a forward slash, he burst out with all his strength to catch up with the middle-aged man's figure.

Bell –

Another knife!

The middle-aged man finally hit the ground, and on the long loess street, erased a groove more than a foot deep, and before it could bounce up, Night Terror turned around and came to the top of his head.

Bell –

Boom –

The loess street behind the middle-aged man exploded, and a pit appeared.

Night Terror was behind with a single sword, and the knife in both hands went over his head and slashed down fiercely.

"Drink—"

With the loud sound of the two blades colliding, the pits in the ground instantly sank.

The middle-aged man's arms were like a giant pillar of the sky, but he was shocked by the huge force and snorted, gritted his teeth and held the mace in his right hand, and slapped the ground with his left hand, and the whole person spun up.

"Ha ——!"

The roar is like thunder in the night!

The blood of the Night Terror Hall surged up, and the fabric of the upper body and legs instantly cracked, revealing the silver soft armor and the tense muscles on the legs.

Under the explosion, it can be seen that the arm appears fine black red, obviously straining the muscles, but the knife in the hand is only fast and not slow, at the moment when the middle-aged man turned over, the long knife obliquely from the bottom to the top, slashing at the waist and abdomen of the middle-aged man.

Boom –

The dusty street was immediately swept away by the air waves, forming a circular fog belt.

The middle-aged man who had just landed on one foot, holding an iron shovel to block a knife, but his body could not stand, like a cannonball out of a boring cannonball, flying diagonally upward, piercing through the wall of the restaurant, and then piercing through the roof and flying diagonally into the air.

Boom –

The middle-aged man coughed up a mouthful of blood foam in the air, gritted his teeth and clasped the beast on the ridge with one hand, pulled his body towards the restaurant next to him, and stood still with one foot, as if nailed to the top of the restaurant.

Bang la la la -

Five knives and two shots, but in an instant.

It was only at this time that the debris above the cloth village was scattered on the street like raindrops.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Night Terror Hall held a knife and panted like a cow, with a little surprise in his eyes, staring coldly at the figure in the restaurant.

The middle-aged man fell on the roof of the restaurant, his right leg was bleeding like a pour, he could only stand on one foot, but his body was as steady as a pine, he held a mace in his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes were cold and resentful:

"Have you fought enough?!"

The night terror hall went down with five knives and two shots, and the middle-aged man was beaten out more than 100 meters, and the knives were chained, and Luo Ning chased with all his might.

At this time, Luo Ning rushed to the front, as if facing the enemy, reminded:

"Beware, it's 'Qinggang Gong' Xu Bailin."

When Night Terror heard this, he was slightly stunned.

Although he has not been in contact with the rivers and lakes for a long time, he has really heard of Xu Bailin, the 'green steel mace'.

This person is the same as Qiu Tianhe, he is the top hero on the rivers and lakes, what he seeks in his life is to overturn Zhou Chiyang and obtain the Bakui seat, and he once asked Zhou Chiyang to fight alone, although he will lie down with a sword, but Zhou Chiyang can accept the challenge, which shows that this person's background is definitely not low.

No wonder it's still standing......

Suddenly bumped into this kind of famous hero, Night Terror Hall was not afraid, and glanced at Xu Bailin's right leg that had been cut off, and his voice was unruly:

"Just finished foreplay...... Phew-I just warmed up, how can I say enough, I kind of come down and pay me back! ”

(End of chapter)