Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

　　 The scream came from a small alley not far away, where it was pitch black and you couldn't see your fingers.

　　 The voice was stern, grief and indignation, which moved people to hear.

　　 Do not ask for blinking eyes, hesitated for a while, then bent down and quietly leaped towards the alley.

　　 In Heihutang, there are not many people who have good intentions with him, and Ding Lao is one of them.

　　 What's more, art experts are bold.

　　 One or two years ago, when he encountered such things, how far he avoided it, even if Ding was always familiar.

　　 Not so now.

　　 After slaying the two masters of one-eyed Biao and Qingfengjian one after another, even though Mo Qiu was hurt, his heart became extremely high.

　　 A little trouble, I can't scare him anymore.

　　 "Also... give it back to me!"

　　 In the darkness, Ding Lao's voice is no longer the smooth and easygoing voice of the past, but it is hoarse with a sense of anger.

　　 "Fuck you!" One person cursed in a low voice:

　　 "Old guy, I told you to hand over this thing a long time ago, but I didn't want to, and I asked me to do it myself."

　　 "I really don't know how to praise!"

　　 "Peng!"

　　 Like a kick, a figure tumbled and flew out, leaning against the wall and panting.

　　 Another person waved gently:

　　 "Give him a pleasure!"

　　This voice...

　　 Don't ask for a stop, his eyes are suspicious, for some reason, he feels very familiar with this voice.

who is it?

　　 "Yes." In the darkness, one person walked slowly, holding a lancet flying knife in his hand and tossing it up and down in his palm.

　　 Then Yin Yin smiled and suddenly raised his arms and waved his hands.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 The dark light flashed in the sky, and the target was not the powerless Ding Lao, but the Moqiu who was approaching quietly.

　　 Obviously, his stealth skills are not enough to conceal the opponent.

"when……"

　　 Don't beg to hold the knife in his hand, cross the front of the body, knock the attacking flying knife, and throw forward at the same time.

　　 Body in the air, seven cold stars blooming around his waist.

　　The seven nails chasing the soul!

　　 It is also not to be indecent. Since the other party uses a hidden weapon to greet him, he will naturally not be polite.

　　 "Master, be careful!" Tianzi Nine Fighting is a must in many local martial arts, and the person's voice will change as soon as it is shot.

　　 Now he let out a low growl, his body shape changed back and forth to avoid block, and he shook his hand again and threw a throwing knife.

　　 The flying knives are coming in astonishingly.

　　 is different from Tianzi Jiudai. This person's hidden weapon technique is monotonous, but he is superior in strength and speed.

　　 is out, then lock the key.

　　 "Heh..." Do not ask for a lightness in his mouth, seemingly disdainful, and at the same time he flicked his fingers, a cold light rushing away at the flying knife.

"Ding……"

　　 The collision sound was melodious, and the attacking flying knife also changed its direction, rubbing its body and nailing it into the wall.

　　 At the same time, eight cold glows suddenly appeared, covering each other.

　　天字九打之八字天罗!

　　 The man had just avoided the seven nails of the chasing soul, and he was frightened. Before he recovered, he was covered by a flying knife.

　　 It's too late to dodge anymore.

　　 "Puff! Puff!"

　　The flying knife carried a huge force, and after hitting the body, it directly lifted Renyuan, fell a few meters away, and fell heavily.

　　 is just a blow, and you can’t die anymore.

　　 Another person in the field seemed to be in a daze. The next moment his figure flashed, he pounced on Ding Lao on the ground.

　　 Hit out with a palm.

　　 "Stop it!" Moqiu snorted in a low voice, and it was too late to use the hidden weapon again, so I had to slash Wei and save Zhao with a long knife.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 A cloud of colorful smoke suddenly exploded in front of my eyes, and the strange smell was even more pungent.

　　 Do not ask for a change of complexion, hurriedly closed his mouth and nose, turned the knife back, and stirred the strong wind to sweep away the smoke.

　　 As for Ding Lao, I can't care about it.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 In the smoke, an arm came out quietly, and his palm was rolling, breaking the shadow of the knife and hitting Moqiu's lower abdomen.

　　 The palm is unpleasant, but it is extremely subtle.

　　 This palm technique is absolutely no less than the Song's sword technique.

　　Master!

　　 Do not seek to shrink his eyes, but a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth, his body squatted slightly without dodge and punched out.

　　 In the battle with Cyclops, he found a way of fighting that suits him.

　　 Injury for injury!

　　 "Peng!"

　　 "Crack..."

　　 The opponent slapped him with a palm, defending heavily through the inner armor, animal skins, and Tianluo Gong, only a little bit of strength penetrated into the body.

　　 And his punch directly smashed the opponent's bones, and even buckled his five fingers.

　　 "Yo La..."

　　 The clothes shattered and something was torn off.

　　 "Yeah!" The other party snorted, backed down again and again, and disappeared into the darkness as soon as his body flickered.

　　 Do not ask for eyebrows to raise, and want to chase, but the blood in his body is agitated, so he has to stop.

　　 The opponent's palm strength is very strange, not strong, but it seems to arouse discomfort in the five internal organs.

　　 "Mo...Mo..." Old Ding's voice made him look sideways. The next moment, his complexion changed.

　　 At this time, Ding Lao's face was bloodstained, his hair scattered, and the palm prints on his chest were particularly eye-catching.

　　 The palm print shattered the clothes and fell into the flesh, which seemed to have shattered the internal organs.

　　 In short, it's hopeless.

　　 "Ding Lao."

　　 "Book... Book..." Ding Lao, who was dying, ignored his injuries, and pointed to the ground with a trembling wrist.

　　 "Book?" Do not ask to turn his head, only then did he find out what he had pulled from that person.

　　 A black book.

　　 The book is three-finger thick, with no words on the cover, and soft to the touch. It seems to be the fur of some kind of beast.

　　 now reached out and picked it up, and handed it to Ding Lao, whose breath is getting weaker and weaker:

　　 "Old Ding, you...do you have anything else to say?"

　　 Old Ding clasped the book in both hands~www.readwn.com~ With helpless eyes, he opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but it was full of blood spilling.

"He and I……"

　　 A hoarse, ferocious voice came out of his throat.

　　 Ding Lao's body suddenly straightened strangely, pressing the book in Mo Qiu's hand, staring at him with raised eyes:

　　 "Vengeance!"

　　 The next moment, as if using all his strength, Ding's eyes darkened, and he slanted toward the ground paralyzed.

died!

　　 Do not ask to open his mouth, but sigh helplessly:

　　 "The man is covering his face. I don't know who it is, but Ding can rest assured, if I find out, I will try my best to avenge you."

　　 That person has extraordinary palm skills and unique strength, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out.

　　 Thinking of this, he picked up the black book and was about to open it, but his brows frowned.

Discomfort.

　　 The lungs twitch from time to time, the breathing is unstable, and there is a tingling of numbness and hotness on itself.

　　Poison!

　　 Don't be surprised.

　　 Although he avoided the colorful poisonous smoke just now, he still inevitably inhaled a little.

　　 Coupled with the strange palm strength of that person, it turned out that the discomfort was enough to affect his physique.

　　 If it's normal, it's fine. It's estimated that you can survive one night without hurting the root.

but now……

"Who is there!"

　　 The roar sounded not far away, and several white horse bandits rushed towards the alley with knife handles in their hands.

　　 Mo Qiu stood up suddenly, his feet were even more empty, and his expression changed again.

go!

　　 A safe place must be found before the poisonous outbreak.

　　 patrolled around now, don't ask to hold his breath, suppress the discomfort on his body, and ran towards the dark.