Chapter 254

Seventeen steps.

This is the distance in Lu Ping's eyes.

There are still seventeen steps from him to the suspended Mosen.

This is the only thing he is concerned about. His purpose here is to save people.

The two guys standing high on the boulder seemed to be shouting something, but Lu Ping didn't listen to a word.

His hearing was so sharp that he could hear the flow of soul power, so Lu Ping wouldn't waste his energy on the noise of those two guys.

Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen!

After flying two soldiers, Lu Ping took the opportunity to take two steps, but there were many opponents. There were those who had been waiting for them before, and there were also those who did not know where to drill out at this time. Like the tide, they rushed up to the road level.

But Lu Ping ignored it. In his eyes, there were only fifteen steps left. One person, ten people, or a hundred people rushed up, and he still had to take these fifteen steps.

Lu Ping stepped out again. Two bright steel knives and the sound of rolling the spirit of strength came to him.

The blade is very sharp, but the sound of soul power is really not very good. The soldiers of the garrison have only some superficial cultivation methods, most of which just stay in the perception environment.

The soul of power, double heaven? Triple heaven? Or four days?

Lu Ping found that he couldn't judge for a moment. After his "listening spirit" ability was revealed, almost all the practitioners he dealt with and faced were practitioners who knew the environment. He didn't accumulate any experience on this level.

However, it doesn't matter. Opponents of this level seem to waste their "listening spirit".

Low, lunge!

Step 15 step out, this step is worth one and a half steps. The two soldiers who cut with knives felt a flower in front of them. Two bright steel knives had been cut behind Lu Ping. With speed, Lu Ping went straight through the foolproof head-on killing they thought they cooperated with.

There are thirteen and a half steps left.

Lu Ping looked ahead and didn't want to pay attention to his back, but there was a voice he couldn't ignore coming from behind.

This is his familiar voice. It is the voice that can only be owned by the soul power that completes the connection, and this is the killer that the other party really uses to deal with them. Soldiers of the garrison? It's just a cover. The huge gap between the perception environment and the penetration environment can't be easily made up by the number of people.

Come on!

In Lu Ping's consciousness, all attacks are voices. The sound of this blow is clear, but light and weak. It is obviously a good assassin. What he is waiting for is such an opportunity for sneak attack.

But Lu Ping still didn't turn around.

Although the other party hides well and moves lightly, it is not fast enough. Without enough speed, there is no enough threat. Lu Ping's listening is more accurate than his reading, so he can be sure without looking back.

So he continued to move forward, and there were soldiers blocking him, but Lu Ping didn't even stretch out his hands, so he bumped the soldiers blocking him with his body.

It's not that he disdains to use his hands, but that his hands should be used where they need to be. Further ahead, there was another soldier, who sounded the voice only through the territory. Lu Ping's hand was specially left to him.

Punch out!

The roaring spirit was like a voice, which came from Lu Ping's fist end, a step away, and spread all over the soldier's body.

The soldier's eyes widened.

He is not an ordinary soldier, more accurately, he is not a soldier at all.

He is a spy of the city Lord's residence and a real cultivator with single soul. He disguised himself as an ordinary soldier to hide the threat he could bring by taking advantage of the weak strength of ordinary soldiers. This is the deployment of Wei Meng and Wei Hu. There are many spies dressed as ordinary soldiers like him.

But for now, he doubted whether such disguise was meaningful. He pretended to be a soldier very responsibly and wanted to wait for the right opportunity to fight, but as a result, he was really like a weak man and was sent off by Lu Ping. From beginning to end, Lu Ping didn't even look at him.

Of course, he didn't know that Lu Ping didn't use watching to deal with the threat, but listening.

Of course, he didn't know. Lu Ping had realized that he was not a weak person, so he specially prepared such a punch for him.

He didn't know, so he fell down very depressed. He felt that his sacrifice was really worthless.

Lu Ping has gone three and a half steps forward, ten steps away from his goal, and more people want him, front, back, left and right.

Some of them are ordinary soldiers who don't need to be taken seriously, but there are many cross-border killers who can bring him many threats. But the biggest threat at this time comes from the head.

The two guys who were shouting at the top of the boulder finally took action. The flying attack made Lu Ping quickly feel their extraordinary voice. At least the sound was more than two souls.

Lu Ping, they moved so fast that they started without even meeting each other. Wei Meng and Wei Hu had to swallow some words they had prepared for a long time. In this way, when they started, Lu Ping had already broken through seven of his seventeen steps.

"It's not that easy!"

"Rampant!"

Seeing the way out, the two men angrily scolded and flew down from the stone. One punch, one foot; If we block the front road of the road level and cut off the retreat road of the road level, we should put the road level into a dilemma.

But in Lu Ping's eyes, a dilemma? That's not hard. In this dilemma, don't you just follow your purpose and move on?

Go!

Lu Ping continued to rush forward, and it was a punch that stopped him. Wei Meng? Wei Hu? Lu Ping didn't care. He didn't look at his opponent's face at all. He was only listening carefully to the voice of the soul power in his opponent's fist.

The sound, like a flying stream, was in response to the attack and body shape of the other party.

It's hard to hide, can't hide, can only hit!

Lu Ping raised his hand and clenched his fist, which was about to be waved away. Another sharp sound passed through his ears.

sound of wind.

Listen directly to the sound in your ear, it's the wind.

The sound perceived by the soul is also the wind.

The roar of flying down seemed to lose its surging momentum in the fierce wind, and the attack was listless at once.

Lu Ping's fist clenched hand loosened because he knew that the obstacle had been broken.

Chumin, pneumatic drill.

Three souls run through the attack of the strong. For Wei Meng, it's enough to drink a pot. Where does he have the spare power to continue his attack on Lu Ping?

A few steps passed in a flash.

Whether it was the soldiers who rushed up in the open or the spies who lurked among the soldiers who wanted to go dark, they were all left behind by Lu Ping. Not only because he is fast, but also because he can fully hear everyone's intention.

There are five steps left, but there are not many obstacles in front of me. After the swarming siege attack was broken through, there was a large void in the rear.

Lu Ping raised his head, looked at the Mori hanging in the air and jumped up. Five steps away, and this height, he was ready to solve it in one jump, but Lu Ping suddenly heard a new voice in the air.

The voice of soul power is not behind him, not around him, but in the direction he rushed to. There, but there's only Mohsen hanging.