Doucao Street has always been a busy place in Xijing.

At the intersection here, cars and horses come and go, and pedestrians are weaving.

Hong Fan and the four of them were about to turn around, and suddenly heard the wind.

But a man jumped from the roof of the street and stopped in front of the road.

This is a young man.

The facial features are delicate, wearing a navy blue military uniform, and his complexion is restrained and confident.

"I take the liberty of blocking the road, and I hope you will forgive me."

He said aloud and bowed to the four.

Then he introduced himself to Hong Fan alone.

"Young Master Hong, meet for the second time."

"In the next Ao Zhiji."

The man only said his name.

It seems that in Xijing City, these three words should be known to everyone.

And so it is.

After the crowded flow of people at the entrance of Doucao Street was blocked, he was impatient, but when he heard the names Hong Fan and Ao Zhiji, the noise suddenly lowered, and he took the initiative to freeze.

"I didn't expect to officially get acquainted with Brother Ao on such an occasion."

Hong Fan squeezed out a very shallow smile.

He knew that the "first meeting" that the other party said should be the last time he put the three lists.

At that time, the two were upstairs and downstairs, and they must have become each other's eyes.

After greeting, Hong Fan smiled coldly.

"After crossing the Xianzun Bridge, I always felt that someone was watching, presumably Brother Ao was following all the way?"

He asked aloud.

"It's a shame to hide your head and show your tail, it's underneath."

Ao Zhiji replied.

"I was sitting on a whale rider, and I saw four people crossing the bridge at a hurry, dressed in civilian clothes but carrying swords and swords, out of curiosity."

"Hong Gongzi is a man of the year in Xijing, and I want to see who touched your mold this time."

He smiled wryly and asked suddenly.

"I guess the four of you are going to the boulder alley of Doucao Street?"

No one answered, but Ao Zhiji still got an answer.

"I wanted to see other people's liveliness, but I didn't expect it to become someone else's liveliness."

He sighed.

"Can you wait half an hour?"

"Please give way."

Hong Fan's voice was deep, and he spoke extremely fast.

"Liu Dashao can't let you give face, and he really can't do it in the next place."

Ao Zhiji nodded helplessly.

"But today's events are so relevant that we have to risk it."

"To tell you from the heart, Ao has always admired Hong Gongzi's talent, and I thought that the two of us should fight in a year or two."

"I didn't expect it to be today."

"It's a lot less fun."

The words are full of pity.

Hong Fan fell on deaf ears.

"Tiqi is doing things, I advise Your Excellency to think clearly."

He glanced at the jammed streets around him, and his voice was utterly cold.

"I couldn't have thought it clearer."

Ao Zhiji's gaze swept over the four of them.

"In front of the public, Ao Mouqiang invited the four to discuss, although it was wrong, it must not be on the list of evil."

The words have come to this point, and they can't be good.

Hong Fan made a gesture.

The remaining three scattered and formed a siege.

Both sides are looking to make a move.

The people of Xijing are obviously very comfortable with this situation.

They skilfully spread outward, leaving thousands of square meters of space at the intersection.

Squatting in the front row, short in the middle, and tiptoe in the back......

Further out of the crowd, many people hurriedly crowded onto the second floor of the street, just for a good view from the window.

Ao Zhiji was surrounded by four people, and his expression was still relaxed.

"How about a discussion, it doesn't take half an hour, just a quarter of an hour?"

He spoke out one last time to persuade him.

"Jiaolong is blocking the way, you retreat slightly, presumably it will not be difficult to explain?"

In response to him was the unsheathed sword, and the windwind that rolled back and scattered.

Ao Zhiji stopped talking, and his face was completely calm.

True Qi is diffused.

Nothing seems to have changed in the heart of the street.

But onlookers all felt that the north wind was biting colder, and it was more difficult to breathe.

In charge of the sand world, Hong Fan can see it more clearly.

The sky is full of water vapor and the humidity is saturated.

At the same time, his ability to control sand was also suppressed, and he lost his accurate sense of the surrounding gravel.

Tianjiao is on the list, and the father and son of the Ao family practiced the "Water Interpretation Codex".

It seems to be a little-known martial arts.

But at this moment, Hong Fanneng confirmed that the level of the "Water Relief Codex" is very high, and even far higher than the upper limit, which are the "Cloud Drop Ice Condensation Codex" and "Shenxing Codex" in the middle and high sections of Yuanci.

In front of Ao Zhiji, the translucent water film condensed.

"Four, please advise."

As the words fell, he snapped his fingers.

The ripples spread out in circles, exploding outward.

Water is the softest in the world.

At this moment, it was mixed with innate aura, and its nature changed, and it was like steel at high speed.

Hong Fan lifted the sand shield, blocked the attack, and then pushed it five meters away, and the pothole collapsed, making it difficult to continue.

In the other three directions, the three horsemen showed their own magical powers.

Bai Jiaci lowered his center of gravity, his limbs were grounded and ran like a beast, and he was dexterous to dodge.

Zhan Yuanzi stabbed straight with his sword, divided two drops of water with the tip of the sword, twisted his wrist and shattered it.

Wu Ruyi is the most direct.

The freezing gas condensed into ice, and it was randomly smashed into the chest.

But the fastest of the five is still Ao Zhiji.

He was self-assured, but not conceited, and knew very well that the total combat power of the four horsemen was stronger than his own.

If you want the weak to defeat the strong, you must rely on the strong to bully the weak many times.

In the art of war, the so-called individual breakdown.

The first target is Bai Jiaci, who is the farthest away from Hong Fan.

Ten meters is fleeting.

Bai Jiaci did not mess with the enemy, and slashed with a horizontal knife.

Ao Zhiji's hands are sealed.

The atmosphere changes suddenly.

The water vapor condensed, suddenly liquefied in the air, and poured into Bai Jiaci's nasal cavity.

It's not just about choking.

Water entering the lobes of the lungs, trachea and bronchi is extremely irritating to the human body, hindering breathing, and triggering stress responses such as vomiting and coughing.

It's like waterboarding in another world.

Bai Jiaci's knife tendons were scattered in an instant, and he only pressed forward with willpower.

The horizontal knife is lattice open.

Staggered, Ao Zhiji slapped his opponent's neck with a horizontal palm.

The qi veins and arteries were amputated at the same time, and Bai Jiaci's eyes were black, leaning and falling softly, rolling out.

From the beginning of the battle to the fall of the first man, it took almost one breath.

There is no need for words to communicate, and the encirclement of the riders changes with the trend.

Zhan Yuanzi turned to the left line, and Wu Ruyi walked to the right side, each becoming more and more awe-inspiring.

At least one piece of information came out of Bai Jiaci's fall.

Close combat with Ao Zhiji requires holding your breath.

In the middle line of the battlefield, Hong Fan Shajia was formed, and he stepped forward half a step.

Fifteen meters apart, he made eye contact with Ao Zhiji.

Thunder is coming.

It was about to start, but it was suddenly stopped.

The entrance to Guy Street was suddenly covered in fog.

Hong Fan suppressed his dryness and didn't dare to move.

Instantaneous step has the explosive power of the innate high stage, and the power is comparable to the killing moves of the sympathetic warriors of heaven and man.

However, Hong Fan was limited by cultivation, and did not have the corresponding control and nerve reflexes.

With each move, he pre-sets the process – where to cut, how to cut – and then executes it by inertia.

Quite similar to the skills released by clicking in the previous life game, it cannot be changed.

Once the field of vision is restricted, the momentary step may not only injure teammates, but also easily injure itself.

In the mist, words came.

"Young Master Hong, what Ao said before is not empty words."

"I don't see much of the martial arts of my peers in Xijing."

"Only Your Excellency's killing method is amazing, Ao Mou sighs that it is not as good as ......"

The sound source is fluttering from side to side, hollow and distorted.

The sand wind swirled and spread again, scattered in the fog.

Hong Fan tried his best to drive the authority of the mission star, but he still couldn't distinguish the position of the other party.

In the past, with sand flow, perception was his advantage.

It's the first time I've been suppressed to such an extent.

(End of chapter)