Leng Wuchen is still standing in Baima sect, watching everything around. His eyes have no emotion except indifference. Maybe he has been used to this feeling for a long time. He is more eager for blood than before.
The noise outside is still increasing, but no one chooses to enter. Looking coldly at the edge of the border, he turns and walks slowly up the building. The second floor of Baima sect is very empty, even without a personal shadow.
This is not beyond Leng Wuchen's expectation, because the second floor doesn't feel any spirit. Baima teaches that those who do have money to decorate are even more imposing than some restaurants.
But it's not worth mentioning that they belong to small gangs. Although Zaidi, there are many such small gangs in the imperial capital, such as the flame gate before, but the reason why lengwuchen hasn't left now is that it's not the time.
Leng Wuhen waited for the first person to come, but no one came in so long. Leng Wuhen looked at the window behind him and wanted to leave. Undoubtedly, there was the best choice.
Then Leng Wuhen came to the window, jumped out and left here quickly. With Leng Wuhen's departure, the real effect of the border began to appear. Leng Wuhen was only a few hundred meters away.
With the bang of a huge explosion, a huge mushroom cloud slowly floated over the imperial capital, Baima religion no longer exists.
Even the aftermath of the explosion overturned all the pedestrians around, some of them were blown up hundreds of meters away, and all the nearby buildings were affected, and the howling sound of pain spread all over the streets.
With the huge explosion, more and more people gathered outside the Baima cult. The dense dust and fire inside made it difficult to distinguish the situation inside.
There is one thing that everyone is quite sure that no one will survive. Whose hand is this masterpiece from? It has attracted countless people's suspicions, and even many people even think about what happened before.
But no one will give an exact answer. After all, it's a sudden. Compared with the previous massacre of the imperial capital, this is more touching, and many innocent people have been implicated.
and even many people were shocked by the five waves. All the six organs were misplaced, and the bloody death was asked to add to the strong smell of dust and spread to the two sides of the street.
Countless imperial bodyguards arrived at the scene, and even many spirits had already arrived. Naturally, five or six people from the palace had already arrived here.
On his face, he wore the mask of the king of hell. It was a very ferocious mask with long tusks. It was strange and terrible. Looking at the ruins of Baima sect, he didn't feel uncomfortable.
As one of them scanned the cold direction of leaving without trace, he said coldly: "do you want to go? It's not that easy! "
With a whoosh, the figure disappeared and went back to the original place, like the direction of cold traceless leaving, while the four people behind also got up to follow the person's track and disappeared and went back to the original place.
Leng Wuhen didn't deliberately want to leave quickly. When he hesitated to return to observe, he felt that there were five breath rushing towards him.
Leng Wuhen licked the corner of his mouth, got up and ran towards the front quickly. Leng Wuhen didn't think that he would do so many things one day before the flourishing age of clouds.
In fact, it's not only cold and traceless, I don't think about it. I'm afraid everyone hasn't thought about it. At this time point, there will be people asking for trouble.
Leng Wuhen leads the five people behind him to fly towards a more remote lane. Leng Wuhen doesn't know what the other party's purpose is, but of course, the worst plan should be done first.
When Leng Wuhen came to a dim alley and stopped, the five masked men behind him had already fallen to the position of less than 100 meters away from Leng Wuhen.
Cold no trace up and down looked at each other five people, in the mouth insipid way: "what are you?"
"Hell The cold words came from one of them. When Leng Wuchen was immersed in the other party's words, he said "poof! Poof The sound pierced the silence of the sky, flying to the cold no trace here!
Leng Wuchen's face changed, and his keen hearing made him react at the first time. The whole person flew out across a few steps! I saw the mouth of the hands of the people out of the two spirit gun!
The spirit of the instrument? Ling gun cold no trace very familiar, because the wind group burning tea is the use of this means. Those flying things are nothing else, but a few soul bombs that cause people's lives!
Although these spirit bullets didn't hit Leng Wuhen, they left a few finger sized holes in the position where Leng Wuhen just stood, with some kind of energy.
"Not a bad reaction!" The man then spoke, but his words were more cold than before, and the four people around him did not make a sound, or even a trace of fluctuation.
Leng Wuhen was certain that except for the people who spoke, the other four people with masks were all dead. They were similar to those people who met in yanwangfu in Luolin City, but the smell of death was more obvious.
However, it is obvious that the other side did not wait for Leng Wuchen to slow down. More than ten shots rang out, and several spirit bullets roared at him! It's faster than before.Cold no trace after a few jump to dodge quickly, eyes gave birth to a fierce color, the other party simply want to put himself to death, so cold no trace how much surprised.
In the heart secret way, is the yama mansion all work like this? It's no wonder that the name of yanwangfu was more or less popular. Many people were afraid and then sneered.
When Leng Wuhen wanted to fight back, he said goodbye to the four living dead. His hands were constantly hidden, and the huge muzzle and muzzle appeared from his hands.
Everyone's fingers seem to be mechanical, bam! Bang! Bang! Counting to the huge spirit pill, there are many spirit bullets among them, which are very powerful.
Leng Wuhen is also the first time to encounter such an opponent. It is obvious that defense has no effect on this kind of thing. This is what we have mentioned before. In terms of speed, the spirit is not as fast as the spirit of the opponent.
Even if you use the spirit skill, the other party's spirit bullet will be easily resolved, because each other has dozens of spirit guns in their hands at the moment, just like machine guns, frantically shooting at Leng no trace.
Leng Wuhen doesn't want to use Lingyan, so it's no doubt that he will tell the other party his true identity. Now is not the time. Before he comes up with a way to deal with bullets, Leng Wuhen has no choice but to dodge!
Use of the body's soft and flexible, cold traceless like a ball in general, on-the-spot turnover, dangerous to avoid the attack of these spirit pills!