kvmb Chapter 705: Six-foot Lane Raid!
Chapter 705: Six-foot Lane Raid!
He was closely watched by Qin Shaoji's men during this period, and was completely cut off from any news. Only Qin Ling told him at night that the cooperation plan had been preliminarily approved.
I thought everything was going well and I would be able to get out soon, but the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The cooperation plan came to nothing, and my mother came once crying but was stopped, saying something like "It's all over" while she was crying.
Qin Xian felt uneasy and was about to go out to find out what was going on when Qin Ling came in and handed him the order to be the head of the family.
"Listen, Qin Xian!" Qin Ling said seriously, "When you came back from the God-making Realm, you were punished by the patriarch to be locked up. You know nothing about the outside world. No matter who asks, just say this. Remember?"
Qin Xian had a worse premonition and grabbed Qin Ling's sleeve and begged, "Please let me out. No matter what happened, please let me out and we can find a solution together, okay? I..."
Qin Xian suddenly felt dizzy. Seeing Qin Ling's calm eyes, he looked at the Patriarch Order in his hand and was shocked.
The master's order is poisonous.
Qin Xian fainted.
Qin Ling sighed and said, "Let's take a nap."
……
4 points.
A group of nineteen people dressed in dark clothes just arrived at "Six-foot Lane".
This is a road on the edge of the city. There is some dirt and debris dropped by passing vehicles on the road, and on both sides are some old but abandoned low-rise buildings that have not been demolished.
The sun sets late in April, and the golden crow hangs slanting in the west, dyeing half of the sky a brilliant golden red. The light shines obliquely on the abandoned building.
Sunshine and abandonment, warmth and silence, contradictions intertwined together, the scenery is so strange that it makes people feel cold all over.
"Stop!" The person in front suddenly raised his hand.
Everyone behind him stopped.
The person in front turned around and looked at the person behind him whose face was covered, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
"Number one, kill." The old voice sounded coldly.
Number One, who was at the front, reached to his waist with his right hand and pulled out a crescent-shaped scimitar from a burst of lightning. The blade flashed a sharp light in the air, and Number One's figure had appeared above an abandoned low-rise building.
Number One slashed with his sword cleanly and without any fuss.
Just one slash, a terrifying silver-purple blade light, like a crescent moon falling to the earth, split the abandoned low-rise building in half.
The aftermath of the lightning energy wrapped around the blade exploded, blasting the two halves of the low building into countless pieces again.
There was a loud rumbling sound and smoke and dust rose into the sky.
Number One's sharp eyes under his rough eyebrows stared at Yanchen.
Suddenly, his ears caught a slight sound, and his body's muscles reacted faster than his brain. While he turned his body to capture it with his eyes, the scimitar had already blocked the black bone whip coming from behind him faster than his sight.
"Whoosh-"
A streak of black passed over the whip and headed straight for his face. Another black-robed man, No. 2, twisted his hands into a wind wall to block the black sharp knife.
Number One threw away the whip and stepped back, and a strong wind blew from behind him. Number Three and Number Four attacked at the same time and finally defeated the terrifying purple-gold fist shadow.
The men in black gathered together, while No. 1 and others scattered around.
The smoke and dust finally dissipated, and another group of people appeared opposite these people.
When he saw the man in front, the old man who gave the order among the men in black had a gleam in his eyes.
The neat long-sleeved overalls, the unique dark green hair and eyes, the friendly and lively facial features and the indifferent and calm expression form a contradictory and eye-catching temperament.
This is Changle.
And behind her stood countless familiar faces.
The purple-haired, indestructible "Purple God of War" Iris; the murderous "Black Yama" Wan Bujun with a strange whip technique; the indistinct black shadow ghost knife; the handsome young man with yellow hair and a flying sword behind him. And behind them, there were twenty elites of the Dragon Soul Army.
They are lined up in a row, with an astonishing momentum.
The old man in black robe said in a hoarse voice, with a chill in his tarsal bones: "We haven't found you yet, but you came to us first! You are looking for death!"
Chang Le sneered coldly: "Generally speaking, those who seek death by others usually die first."
"You are so sharp-tongued! Do you think that these people can save your life?"
Chang Le said in a frivolous manner: "Stop talking nonsense, and fight if you want!"
The old man waved.
Eighteen men in black robes attacked at the same time.
Gui Dao stood beside Chang Le without moving, while the others came forward and fought with the man in black robe.
Iris is a master of body training. Her whole body is as hard as steel and cannot be penetrated by swords or spears. Her fists are her best weapons. Her moves are open and closed, and her fists are like thunder and her fists are like collapsing mountains. With the blood of ordinary monsters, ordinary ninth-level monsters cannot resist her at all. She alone can hold back three people.
Wan Bujun also fought against three alone.
The twenty elite members of the Dragon Soul Army were all good fighters at the eighth level, and the youngest among them was an old friend of Chang Le.
Handsome and virtuous.
This young man who wanted to harm Chang Le when she first arrived in District 9 because of selfish motives, after being saved by Chang Le and staying in the Golden Palace, has grown into a member of the Golden Palace's elite guards in the past ten years. Shuai Xian had just been promoted to the eighth rank, and he had no place to display his strength, so he fought fiercely at this moment.
Also coming was Wang Yao.
Wang Yao, who is usually careless and likes to show off, is absolutely serious and decisive in battle.
Wang Yao formed seals with his hands at such a speed that his fingers left afterimages, and four swords or knives of different shapes behind him vibrated and hummed.
Wang Yao was surrounded by streams of light of four different attributes: green, yellow, blue and green. The four lights fell one by one on the four weapons behind him.
"It pierces the throat without poison; it cuts wood and chops; it kills and dances wildly; it destroys the soul and takes the life."
A snake-shaped sword named "No Poison", with wind attribute, moves as stealthily as a snake, specializes in cutting throats and splitting necks;
A hatchet, called "Fa Chai", is of the metal nature, killing is like chopping wood, breaking bones and cutting flesh;
A slightly curved sword, named "Zhusha", of water attribute, dancing in a circle, no one gets close, killing people indiscriminately;
A long sword named "Soul Destroyer" is of wood attribute, as gentle as green bamboo, and it will kill anything once it is struck out.
Four sharp weapons, four attributes, this is Wang Yao's special ability.
Wang Yao alone was able to subdue several eighth-level warriors.
The Poisonless Sword suddenly sprang out from the ground, leaving a bloody mark on the neck of a man in black. Blood spurted out and the man quickly retreated.
Wang Yao sneered: "That's it? Eighteen eighth-level people dare to touch my young master?"
Wan Bujun whipped the man and threw him away by the waist. After he crashed into an abandoned building, he frowned slightly.
Something is wrong. These people are too weak. With such strength, how dare they come to Longpai’s territory and kill people?
At this moment, the old man who had not taken any action suddenly sneered.
Then, the eighteen men in black stopped at the same time, stepped back, and stuffed something into their mouths.
"What a stinky smell!" Iris has a keen sense of smell and smells a slight fishy odor.
What was shocking was that, immediately afterwards, the momentum of those eighteen people suddenly increased at the same time!
The sharp weapons that Wang Yao used to subdue the four people were bounced back at the same time. Iris's fist was blocked and Wanbutun's whip was shaken away.
"How is it possible?!" Wang Yao was shocked.
The eighteen people in front of him actually broke through from the eighth level to the ninth level in an instant!
"There's something wrong with what they eat!" Iris shouted. She felt uneasy and looked towards Changle.
Gui Dao realized the danger and took a step forward to stand in front of Chang Le, but as soon as he took a step forward, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly hit him.
It was like the sky was collapsing and pressing down heavily, causing Gui Dao's heart and lungs to shake and his legs to be forced to bend.
A terrifying pressure emanated from the old man, and Iris and the others changed their expressions:
“Transcendent Realm!”