In a corner of the south of the city, in a dark alley with drizzle.

Standing back to back with Zhao Xianggong, who was holding a long sword, holding the golden axe in his hand tightly, Cheng Wuzhao, who was wary of the monster hiding in the dark, was quite anxious.

As the leader of the Chang Shangzhuang, he had some sense of the humanitarian killing weapons of his subordinates, which was a special trick that facilitated the leader of the Zhi Jinwu to know the situation of his subordinates.

And not long ago, he felt that a humanitarian killing weapon in the west of the city was destroyed!

Humane killing weapons are extremely precious. The time and energy required to refine one is unimaginable to ordinary people. If it were not for life danger, no one would have ruined the humane killing weapons.

In addition, these Jinwu are all comrades in the army who are in love with life and death. Now they sense that a humanitarian killing weapon has been destroyed, but because the distance is too far, they cannot accurately sense which humanitarian killing weapon is destroyed. How can he not be anxious in his heart by confirming his identity?

But until now, he was restrained by the monsters he was facing now, and even if he blinked his eyes, he was afraid that the monster would be attacked from nowhere.

He became more and more anxious and irritable. Cheng Wuzhao gritted his teeth and hit Zhao Xianggong backwards.

"What's wrong? I found where it was hidden?" Seeing that Cheng Wuzhao suddenly moved, Zhao Xianggong asked, and at the same time, he pulled a sword flower in his hand. A scarlet light could be seen on the blade, as if he had just cut off his life, and blood was applied to the blade and did not throw it away in time.

"No, I sensed that a humanitarian killer weapon was destroyed in the west of the city."

"West of the city? Where is the west of the city?"

"I don't know. It's too far away. I only know it's the west of the city, and I don't even know who it is!"

Zhao Xianggong was silent for a moment, and he heard a hint of anxiousness in Cheng Wuzhao's words whispered: "I understand, let's do it!"

A hint of joy flashed in Cheng Wuzhao's eyes, then he squinted his eyes and looked around, took out the homophone snail, injected his internal force and said in a deep voice: "Report to me about the situation in the west of the city! Find out who has destroyed the humanitarian killing weapon..."

Before he could finish his words, the ground suddenly cracked, and a pangolin, half bigger than an adult man, suddenly broke out of the ground, curled up, and ran into him in a rotating manner. His scales stood upside down. If he was knocked down, it would be no different from being cut into pieces!

Cheng Wuzhao, who was too late to avoid, felt a tight heart, but he was already prepared, and immediately let go of the homonym snail, held the golden axe in both hands, and invigorated his internal force and stopped him towards the pangolin.

when!

Sparks splashed everywhere, and amid the huge metal attack, Cheng Wuzhao stepped back four or five steps, his face turned red, and he felt his blood surging, and he was unable to use any force for a moment.

The pangolin was about to attack again, but Zhao Xianggong suddenly rushed to it and swung three times in his hand.

When! When! When! When! When!

As the sparks splashed, there were only three shallow knife marks on the pangolin's scales, and they were not really injured. However, the scarlet light like blood on his blade was engraved on the pangolin's scales and became brighter and brighter. Then it suddenly exploded, blowing down the scales covered by the red light!

"Ao!"

The pangolin let out a painful cry, and his front paws thrust into the ground twice, then dug out a big hole, as if he wanted to get in.

However, at this time, Cheng Wuzhao, who had a breathing opportunity, had adjusted his qi and blood, jumped out of Zhao Xianggong's head, smashed it with an axe, and directly hit the back of the pangolin. It was exactly where the scales had exploded, and it smashed half of the axe into it without any accident!

Then, he pulled out the golden axe and raised it high, as if he wanted to do it again.

"You're looking for death!"

The pangolin shouted angrily and arched his head towards Cheng Wuzhao.

At this distance, it was too late to block the golden axe held by Cheng Wuzhao.

But he doesn't need to block it!

When he squatted, his body sank, and his shoulders were about the same height as the head of the pangolin arched, Cheng Wuzhao's high golden axe fell directly backwards, and the handle of the axe raised up, just pressing against the chin of the pangolin arched, and directly lifted it into the sky!

At this moment, Zhao Xianggong shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rose into a scarlet and bright light like a burning flame. He himself rushed to the bottom of the pangolin, stabbed it in through the pangolin's anus with a knife, turned the blade and pulled it out again.

At this time, there was no trace of red light on his knife.

Correspondingly, red light, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and cracks between the slabs were constantly leaking out of the body of the wailing pangolin.

"Zhen Wu! Blood Evil!"

"boom!"

The pangolins exploded, and the stinky blood and scales spread all over the floor!

After breathing a long sigh, Zhao Xianggong's body suddenly shook, his face pale as paper: "It seems that we are here tonight. If we encounter anything again, we can't deal with it."

Cheng Wuzhao hurriedly held his shoulder and smiled and said, "It's okay, Your Highness An and Princess Yingyue have already stimulated the power of Mother Xin Axe. We just need to fight and fight."

After saying that, he said, "Your Zhenwu Taoism is getting more and more perfect, and now you can kill monsters independently. I originally thought I would make up for axe. I think in a few years, the gangsters will become practitioners."

Zhao Xianggong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not that easy. The martial arts of Zhenwu are violent. I don't know how many years it will take to improve the supporting mental method, and how many people will die. Now, young people who practice the martial arts of Zhenwu are prone to defile their minds and their tempers become more and more irritable, and only know how to kill. The older generation can maintain their minds, but once they use them, they will suffer great damage and will shorten their lives!"

"Also, since the establishment of Zhenwu Dao, the courts of all countries have obstructed each other in every way. Only when Liu Shoubei spoke on Changshang was talking, King An would take care of him and let me stand up, otherwise I wouldn't know where to stay now."

After shaking his head and saying that, Zhao Xianggong seemed to have recovered a little, broke away from Cheng Wuzhao's support, and said, "Aren't you worried about your subordinate just now? You can continue to ask now."

Cheng Wuzhao nodded, picked up the homophone snail on the ground, injected internal force and asked, "Can we investigate who happened to go out of the west of the city?"

After saying that, he put the homophone snail in his ear.

"I'm still asking. Most Zhi Jinwu in the west of the city and Mr. Zhou are going to deal with a spider spirit that is almost becoming a big demon. Some people are difficult to contact for a while... There is news! It's Wang Darui! Something happened to him in Zhenwu Dao! Now Lihua has rushed over!"

"Where is Zhenwu Dao? Let others go quickly. Lihua is good at formations and is not good at fighting!"

……………………

Zhenwu Dao, Fuyue Restaurant.

Looking at the boy holding him in front of him and looking unhappy, Wang Darui sighed.

"Young Master, I have already said that this is the responsibility of us to be the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is in charge of the Jinwu, we have already made a blood oath, even if we die, we cannot sit idly by the monsters and harm others."

Wu Mian still pulled him and said coldly: "Where is your homophone? Let me inform the other people about the situation on Zhijinwu first and let them come here."

"After self-destructing the humanitarian killer, I used homophones to notify my colleagues, but they were not nearby. Later, another accidentally ruined the homophones... Alas!"

After sighing, Wang Darui grabbed Wu Mian's hand and spread it apart with one finger. Although Wu Mian didn't want to be spread apart, even if Wang Darui was injured, he had very great power and forced his fingers to be spread apart.

"I have a homophone snail!" Wu Mian took out the homophone snail from his arms: "Use it to notify other people's Jinwu."

His homophone came from Zhou Changsheng a long time ago, but he didn't expect that he would come in handy under this situation.

But Wang Darui shook his head: "It's useless. The homophone snail of Zhijinwu is specially made, and ordinary homophone snails cannot be connected."

Then he said, "I appreciate the kindness of my young master. It's just that my duty is lies. There is no reason to retreat. The young master is a scholar and should understand the truth. I hope I won't stop it anymore."

You just want to die, right?

Wu Mian just wanted to slap Wang Darui in the face.

But after thinking about it, he said, "I won't stop you if you want to die, but you can wait a moment. I'll let you die more decent."

After saying that, he used the Qinglong Mengzhang Jue and used it twice in a row to bless Wang Darui.

Then he took his sword over, blessed the White Tiger Military Supervision Decision, and handed it to Wang Darui.

"Don't die too quickly, otherwise someone will not be able to save you."

After saying that, Wu Mian held his head and lay down on the bed.

Now he is really at his limit, because his mind is exhausted and his headache is split, and he just wants to have a good sleep.

Feeling the unbearable numbness and itching from the chest and abdomen due to the rapid reconciliation of the wound, Wang Darui bowed deeply to Wu Mian who was lying on the bed:

"Don't worry, young master, I don't want to die either."

Then, he clasped his fists at Lu Ye and said, "Thank you, if I don't die, I will repay you."

Lu Ye waved his hand and said, "You are Zhi Jinwu. I saved you because of our life in Changshang, so don't care."

Wang Darui didn't continue to say anything, but just bowed again with his fists, then turned around and walked out of the room, hugged the sword given by Wu Mian tightly and jumped out of the Fuyue Restaurant.

"Good man, what a pity."

Watching Wang Darui leave, Lu also sighed, then looked at Wu Mian who was lying on the bed and was snoring.

"This is also a person with temperament."

After saying that, he packed up the miscellaneous items in the room and walked out of the room.

Before closing the door, he looked at Wu Mian again, saw Wu Mian grabbing his stomach, rolled over and continued to sleep, and then closed the door with a smile.

But he didn't notice that when Wu Mian grabbed her stomach and turned over, her face looked extremely ugly.

It was a combination of pain and fear, and it seemed to have a very terrible nightmare.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Wu Mian had a nightmare again, and dreamed that he had fallen into a deep, bottomless world.

Under your feet are steps that extend downward like a snail shell, full of gloomy breath.

And he was walking down involuntarily.

Walk down in a kind of high-ranking, emotionally unconscious round light scrutiny!

Didn’t the master say that this is because my Diamond Star Fist contains the power of the Taishan Mansion?
Chapter completed!