Chapter 194

Boom

A dull thunder rang, and finally it rained in the gloomy sky.

This did not interrupt the progress of the point soul conference, and the duel on the point soul stage continued. Wei Yang of xiafeng college showed amazing talent and strength, but there was silence on the stage. No one was surprised or noticed. Except that the responsible examiner announced Wei Yang's victory, almost everyone else gathered on one side of the point soul stage.

From this position, the East Avenue of the third district has a panoramic view. Everyone was chasing Qin sang who jumped off the point soul platform, looked here, and finally witnessed a heart palpitating fight. Even if you can't see it after turning to another street, the people still gather in this position and haven't dispersed for a long time. Until now, it began to rain. Everyone tried to cover the rain, and then they dispersed. But even so, no one paid any attention to Wei Yang, who raised his right arm to show off his victory on the stage.

Wei Yang is a little angry. These idiots don't know what to see, but they missed Ben's wonderful performance? But the next second, Wei Yang immediately saw that everyone had dispersed, but Wei Tianqi was still standing in that position, with his back to the duel platform and motionless.

"Small town Lord!" Wei Yang came down from the stage and hurried to Wei Tianqi to help him cover the rain.

Wei Tianqi looked at Wei Yang with a pale face. No matter how cold the rain is, it can't compare with the chill rising from the bottom of his heart at this time. The scene of Lu Ping pulling off Wei Chong's arm and breaking Wei Chong's neck appeared again and again in his brain. He felt like vomiting.

Rain and blood soon mixed together and flowed quietly on the street. The escort team in Zhiling city disappeared when there was a fire in the street. At this time, everything was over. A team of bodyguards wearing straw hats and raincoats silently appeared in the street and quickly put the bodies in the body bags one by one.

The Third District East Avenue was soon cleaned up. The captain of the third team breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no other incident. As he led the team across the street, the captain of the third team took a look at the street turning right.

The street has been blocked. At the corner are the members of the first guard team. The captain of the third team didn't dare to come forward at all. The escort of the first team is an elite confidant directly under the jurisdiction of the city Lord long. Any ordinary member of the first team will have more weight than his captain level, because they always represent the will of the city Lord.

What's more, the captain of the third team also saw Jia Qian, the captain of the first team of the guard and the right arm of the city Lord long. At this time, he was standing outside a house. Several men went in and out, moved out a few bodies and lined the street. At the door of the house, a pair of young men and women stood quietly. No matter how heavy the rain was, they couldn't wash their blood.

After a quick glance, the captain of the third team passed the street. He didn't dare to stay, let alone ask, even if his heart was very curious.

Jia Qian is also curious at the moment. As soon as he came, he tried to perceive Lu Ping's realm. As a result, he perceived an existence similar to ordinary people. When he didn't run the power of the soul, the boy hid the power of the soul completely.

Born killer!

Jia Qian could not help knowing and evaluating Lu Ping for his amazing hidden means and decisive killing.

"You did all this?" A question he already knew the answer was just to break the silence.

"Yes." Lu Ping answered.

"Take it away." Jia Qian didn't say much. Everything looks like a killer on the street.

The two players came to Lu Ping's left and right. Lu Ping didn't resist, but he didn't mean to cooperate. He ignored the two people and just looked aside. A member of the first escort team bent forward, put Ling Ziyan's body into a black body bag, carried it to his shoulder and left quickly with the others.

"Where will she be taken?" Lu Ping suddenly asked.

"It doesn't matter where the dead go." Jia Qian said.

Lu Ping was silent.

"What about me? Where will I be taken?" Lu Ping suddenly asked again.

"Wait for the city Lord." Jia Qian said in an indisputable tone, then waved to the two hands, and began to be on full alert at the same time. Although this was his first contact with Lu Ping, his intuition had told him that the boy was by no means a person who would obey easily. He was seriously injured and looked tired, but when he noticed what he cared about, the whole person's state was completely different immediately. Some people's limits, but they can never be understood.

"I don't really want to go." Lu Ping was really not obedient.

"That's not up to you." Jia Qian's soul power has begun to flow. What kind of combat power can Lu Ping break out in this state? To be honest, he has some expectations. He didn't even instruct others, but he was ready. He wanted to try Lu Ping's depth himself.

As a result, he didn't wait for Lu Ping to burst out, but he waited for another voice.

"He's not going anywhere!" This voice is also an indisputable tone, and it can be heard that the speaker is in a very bad mood.

Jia Qian looked back and saw Qin sang. His face was like cold frost, but he was not looking at him. Kui Ying held his sword tightly in his hand and pointed to a team of players carrying Ling Ziyan's body bag at the front: "put it down for me."

I'm afraid few of the general guards dare to disobey Miss Qin. But now it's the first guard team, the absolute confidant of Zhiling city master. If you are easily controlled, you can't afford this trust. He heard Qin Sang's cry, but he didn't stop, let alone put it down, but continued to complete what he was doing.

"Let you put it down, do you hear me!" Qin sang is about to step forward. Jia Qian frowned. Although he was unhappy with Qin Sang's actions, he was also puzzled by his stubbornness. It is certainly commendable to resolutely perform their duties, but what we are doing now is nothing more than collecting the corpse. The other players carrying the body bag had stopped, but the one pointed by Qin Sang's sword walked faster and faster.

"Who!" Jia Qian realized that he was wrong and immediately made trouble. He rushed to the man with big steps. His fear was even worse than just being wary of the road.

The man carrying the corpse was no doubt not his subordinate, but somehow he got mixed up among them, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Stop!" Qin Sang was so depressed that he couldn't bear to see these people even let Ling Ziyan's body go, and he didn't know what means to point out. When the sword came out, even the rain in the sky and underground was driven. With the sword momentum, it was stained with the light of streamer flying. Before the sword arrived, the sword light gathered by the rain immediately condensed behind the man.

Brush

The sword light gathered by the rain passes through, but what falls in the wind and rain is only a raincoat.

No one saw what body method was used, and no one saw what action the man performed. In such a flash, he was already standing on the roof of one side. The body bag containing Ling Ziyan was still on his shoulder. He took off his raincoat, his cloak was floating in the wind and rain, and the word "thief" in the middle of his vest seemed to fly out.

As soon as Jia Qian looked sluggish, he immediately stopped chasing and stopped all his men with his eyes. Qin sang didn't stop. As soon as he turned his wrist, the sword light cut to the roof again, but only half of it was cut. The sword light suddenly fell. A man appeared around Qin sang and pressed her hand. Before Qin sang reacted, he had scrambled to protect Qin sang.

"Miss, go!" Kuzhu looked at the word "thief" flying like a demon in the wind and rain, and was ready to die.

Thief, just this word, this is his name. No amount of modification can compare with the purity of this word.

Among the six strong men in the world, the only one who never showed his name or even his true face.

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