Faced with the successive wind blades, Wednesday didn't have time to think about it, so he dodged out of the door sideways, and then smashed the window open with a punch and jumped in. After landing on the ground, he didn't make any adjustments, and kicked the mage who was facing the door to the ground with two feet, grabbed his neck and smashed it down with two fists without saying a word.

Wednesday slammed two fists into the mage's head, then walked out of the door with his back collar, heard movement in the other rooms, and without stopping he climbed over the courtyard wall, jumped over the streets, flew over the walls, and landed outside the city.

"Let me down," Wednesday was running when he heard the mage in his hand speak.

Wednesday sneered, punched the mage in the head again, and continued on his way until he reached the ambush in his middle before stopping. Throw the mage on the ground, remove his storage ring, and slap him a few times until he is woken up.

"Who are you, why do you do this to me?" the mage woke up and saw Wednesday, quickly sat up, then swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pointed at Wednesday and said, "If you dare to touch me, you will die a miserable death," he said and touched his fingers, "Where's my ring?"

Hearing the mage's words, Wednesday funnily threw the storage ring in his hand, "Do you want this?" said and raised his foot to the mage's head and kicked him on the ground, "You still dare to threaten me?"

The mage was kicked in the head by Wednesday, and the back of his head hit the ground again, and he didn't slow down for a long time, "You, you, you're too presumptuous, this is Fox City, if you dare to do this to me, I, I will definitely kill you." ”

Wednesday smiled, then took out his half alloy long stick and hit it on the mage's body, "I'm going to be presumptuous." You have the ability to kill me now," after speaking, he didn't care that the mage held his head and cried out for mercy, he didn't let go of it, and no matter where it was smashed, although he didn't use internal force, he definitely used the strength of his whole body.

After a frenzied smash. The mage didn't move much, and could only curl up on the ground and twitch incessantly, letting out two painful moans = moans from time to time. Seeing this, Wednesday put away the half of the long stick in his hand, and then kicked the mage's body with a slight gasp, "Don't play dead, get up." ”

At this time, the mage had few bones in his body that were complete, and his brain was probably disabled. There was no reaction to Wednesday's words at all, just lying on the ground and humming. However, Wednesday knew that although his attack was very serious, most of them were external injuries, even if there were some internal injuries, and they would not die immediately.

In addition, there are anti-heaven healing methods such as light spells in this world, so if the treatment is timely, this mage still has a chance to survive. But. There are still a few hours until dawn, and I can't really survive. Then it depends on his luck.

With that in mind, Wednesday took out a piece of cotton cloth and counted it on the mage's ankle, hung the other end on the branch, and then pulled it up and fixed it, and when he was done, he wrote a few more big letters on the ground. took out the flask and took a sip, and then Shi Shiran left.

More than half an hour after leaving on Wednesday, a team of men and horses followed two military dogs from the direction of Fox City to the place where the mage was hanging.

"Stand on guard, put Reina down, and let the priest heal. A leading swordsman saw the mage hanging from the tree, frowned and ordered, and after the mage was rescued, he saw a few big words on the ground, "Say hello to Her Royal Highness the princess on my behalf."

"Hmph, Your Highness Princess," the swordsman snorted lightly, stretched out his foot to erase a few large characters, and then calmly commanded, "The others will continue to chase after me," and after speaking, he led a team of people to follow the military dogs in the direction of Wednesday's departure.

It's just that after they chase them to the beach, they can't do anything about it. Dogs are good swimmers, but their keen sense of smell is completely useless in the sea. And the sea is so wide, trying to find someone is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The leading swordsman looked at the vast sea and gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Arrange for someone to stay here until he appears, I don't believe that he can hide in the sea for the rest of his life." ”

"But, ......sir," whispered a mage beside the swordsman, "it is said that Miss Montlisa and her bodyguard, Jack Freeman, are often seen here, in case they catch their attention......"

The swordsman snorted disdainfully, obviously looking down on Monlisa and Jack at all, but changed his tune anyway, "Arrange for someone to disguise themselves as fishermen and keep an eye on this sea area until they find his whereabouts, he is definitely hiding nearby." ”

"Yes, I'll arrange it," the mage bowed his head in agreement after hearing the order.

Wednesday naturally didn't know the arrangements of these people, and when he returned to the top of the mountain, Chrissy was sleeping soundly, and only Xiao Dan was aware of it early, jumping around on his shoulders excitedly.

He touched the little Dandan's head, fed it two hazelnuts, and then sat down cross-legged to practice internal strength. He ran dozens of miles in one night, and experienced two not fierce but very dangerous battles, and he was mentally exhausted.

Early the next morning, Wednesday practiced all the skills he needed to practice as usual, flew down the edge of the cliff, and prepared to continue his combat training with Jack and Monlisa on the beach.

But just after falling on the surface of the sea, on Wednesday I saw several small boats floating in the offshore waters in the distance, apparently fishing.

But the problem is that this sea area is not very deep, and usually not a single fisherman is seen for ten days and half a month, and only a few people pass by here occasionally, and rarely stop here, let alone park the boat in place. Quietly diving into the water, only showing half of their heads and observing for more than half an hour, it was determined on Wednesday that these people were not fishermen at all, but were monitoring the sea area.

Without thinking too much, he must have been spying on him on Wednesday. Thinking of this, Wednesday quietly dived into the water, and then felt like a big fish to the location of those fishing boats. At this time, the advantages of "Lang Wrapping Gong" were fully exerted, and on Wednesday, you could dive underwater for more than three minutes without showing your face, and when you couldn't hold it back, you would expose your nose for ventilation, and then continue to sneak.

Relying on the good nature of the water, when Wednesday touched the fishing boat driven by a swordsman dressed as a fisherman, the swordsman was completely unaware of it, and just kept looking around on the sea.

Wednesday sneered, quietly pulled out the ring knife, and then used enough internal force to insert it into the cabin of the fishing boat. After the ring knife silently penetrated the bottom of the boat, Wednesday suddenly exerted force, and a small fishing boat was forcibly split in half by Wednesday.

Without waiting for the swordsman disguised as a fisherman to shout, Wednesday leaped out of the water like a flying fish and threw the swordsman out of the water.

Looking at the swordsman who struggled to swim after falling into the water, Wednesday secretly sneered, swung his legs and quickly chased after him, pulled out a piece of cotton cloth to wrap around his ankle, and then turned his head to swim into the deep water.

That swordsman has a good water nature, at least not a landlubber, but it can compare to Wednesday with "Wave Wrapping" on him. The speed of the dive on Wednesday was very fast, and within a few seconds, it was more than ten meters and it was already to the bottom. And the swordsman who was wrapped around his ankle no longer knew how much seawater he had drunk, so he could only struggle in vain.

After watching the swordsman's movements slowly slow down until he came to a standstill, floating in the water like a rotten log, Wednesday quietly surfaced and swam towards another fishing boat a few dozen meters away.

Wednesday concocted the same method, these swordsmen disguised as fishermen almost did not have any power to fight back, although most of them have a certain amount of water, but how can they be compared to Wednesday? One by one, they were pulled under the water by Wednesday and drowned alive in the water.

There were six fishing boats a few hundred meters apart, one of them alone, and no one else noticed anything unusual until all of them died. From a reef, look at the fishing boat in the farthest distance. Unlike other fishing boats, which have been parked all the time, this one has been slowly swimming deeper into the sea, as if it were patrolling, but also like playing at sea.

So much so that the other ships had been wiped out by Wednesday, and the boat was still drifting slowly, completely unaware of the anomalies behind it.

Wednesday swam with all his might, like a shark chasing its prey, swimming straight for the slightly larger fishing boat in a slight wave. Until, within 20 meters, he took a deep breath and dived to the bottom, and then slowly swam to the bottom of the fishing boat.

It's just that when he surfaced to ventilate, he suddenly heard a conversation on the boat, and Wednesday put his head out of the water, and then pressed tightly to the side of the boat, listening to the conversation in the cabin with his ears sideways.

"Sir, do you want to go on?" asked one of the swordsmen in the bow of the boat, in a gruff voice.

Then I heard someone in the cabin say, "Well, go around the neighborhood, someone says there is a small island nearby, maybe he is hiding on this island, and then I will let that Bruce know what it means to have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth." ”

"Yes, sir," the swordsman agreed, speeding up the ship a little.

But the conversation in the cabin didn't stop, "Sir, who do you say that Bruce is, and where did he learn his martial arts? ”

"Hmph," the man called Mr. snorted, "so what? It's just a show, as long as we fight steadily, the three of us can capture him alive, Mr. Romeo said, his attack power is not even as good as a junior swordsman, as long as you limit his speed, it is easier to attack him with a spell than to kill a wolf." ”

"This ...... Okay," the other man in the cabin hesitated, but didn't say anything.

Hearing their conversation, Wednesday snorted inwardly and knew that Greg Romeo was not a good person. However, in his heart, he was shocked by the other party's eyesight, because the other party suddenly pointed out his death hole. Indeed, if he was limited in speed, he really wouldn't have much to do on Wednesday. (To be continued......)