From Puppet Prince To Night King

2021-09-29

Chapter 76 75. Battle of Ping An Fang 1 (4.7K words) Ping An Fang.

At this timeSome alley in the west corner.

There are several corpses lying on the ground outside the alley.

In the alley Seven or eight strong men in strong clothes looked very serious.

They are all Grade 8 experts who have mastered the level of strength, and even in the face of Grade 7 Martial Artist, they can punch to death.

And what they are facing at this time is just assassin. The reason assassin is assassin is because he has mastered many assassination skills, not frontal attack ability.

Because of this, the big men in strong clothes have the confidence to fight against it. After all, they are local tyrants, and this is the Ping An Fang they are familiar with.

The man at the core of the strong-clothed man is obviously stronger than the people around him, and the people around him are also vaguely headed by him.

His name is He Wen, a cadre of Ping'an Square.

He Wen squinted his eyes, the sweat had flowed down from his forehead, opening up "sweat channels" between the dry skin, and then converging into a stream, dripping from the chin.

The sweat flowed a lot, and it split and entered the pupil from the corner of the eye, which was very sour.

But He Wen didn't dare to blink.

Because, they are at war.

Although only on the brink of this assassin world war.

But He Wen finally understood what those powerful assassins meant.

assassin It means that in the dark, their power can be exerted to the extreme, even a person with the same power as them, or even a person with more power, can be killed by them in seconds.

The stronger the assassin, the stronger the ability of leapfrog assassination in the dark environment.

Otherwise why assassinate?

Why is it called assassin? The confrontation between just and honourable is to win, to crush, it is just a joke, it is to tarnish the name of assassin! "Get up, he will be attached" He Wen issued a warning.

But before the words were finished, a gust of wind suddenly blew up from the darkness.

In the deep alley, a black eagle-like ghost shadow "sou" swooped from a height, and the eyes of the big men moved subconsciously, staring at the ghost shadow.

But the ghost shadow is extremely fast, like a ghost with a long black tail spinning around the square, the baleful aura escapes, suffocating.

The big men wanted to make a move, but couldn't find an opportunity, and cold sweat rolled down from their foreheads.

They are like sheep in the sheepfold being watched by a hungry wolf. In the face of death, their whole bodies are stiff and tense, and their spirits are highly concentrated. .

Finally, a big guy couldn't stand the pressure, so he seized the opportunity to see right but actually isn't, grabbed the big knife loudly shouted, and chopped at the ghost.

He Wen started, and hurriedly shouted: "Sangouzi! Don't be reckless!!"

But the big guy named Sangouzi was already reckless. The entire circle suddenly revealed a weak spot.

The strange shadow seemed to let out a soft laugh, and then it suddenly became a deadly electric light and stabbed at the weak spot.

He Wen is a cadre anyway, he is more thoughtful, and his reaction is quicker. When he sees the tricky shadow's shot, he takes a step forward, the sword rolls violently, hides his strength, and moves from the side to there. Wei Ying cuts off! However. In the next moment, He Wen's pupils shrank, like falling in a ice hole, because even this stab was a false move.

Real move versus false move, it’s like an honest person being hit by a scumbag’s dimensionality reduction, you think it will be real, but the other party is playing false, so you can only end up at the point where you can let it be slaughtered , and even ridiculed.

Da. A light sound on the ground.

The strange figure quickly turned back again, and completed a dazzling and extremely fast circle in the dark alley, as if a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity finally found an opportunity and opened it up. The fishy mouth of Shekou was full of fishy smell, and the fangs were exposed.

Assassin's fangs are swords.

The tip of the sword flickered in the moonlight, turning into a cold glow, With a dangerous killing intent, the electricity shot towards He Wen's neck.

At this time, He Wen's knife was still cutting down.

This extremely fast speed didn't even give him time to complete the action of turning his head sideways, he just had time to roll his eyes, looked towards the side looked towards that cold glow in his pupils From far to near.

"My life is over."

He Wen closed his eyes in pain.

Tick Tick Two seconds passed.

Two seconds later, nothing happened.

He Wen only heard a scream, followed by the sound of a long sword hitting the ground.

He opened his eyes hastily.

I saw a thin man wearing a waning moon mask crawling on the ground, his whole body trembling, his left hand was covering his right hand wrist, and gurgling blood was flowing from his wrist.

The waning moon mask is the symbol of the assassin of the Hanging Square.

This is the assassin who just chased and killed them like a cat and mouse.

ThenHe Wen raised his head slightly and saw the thin man kneeling in front of a silhouette.

He subconsciously looked towards that silhouette.

"No name!!" He Wen was stunned, and then subconsciously quickly added another honorific title of "Mr.".

"Mr. Anonymous."

He Wen didn't know what to say.

He didn't even know what was going on.

He turned his head and looked towards the brawny men around him, including the three dogs. He wanted to find the answer. At least he wanted to know how Mr. Wuming appeared and how to defeat this assassin.

But In the eyes of a brawny man, he only saw shock, confusion, puzzlement, but no other emotions.

"Mr. Wuming?" Assassin, who was kneeling on the ground, covered his hands. His tendons were chopped off. Naturally, his skill was abolished, but he didn't have any resentment in his heart.

Just, why has he never heard of Mr. Nobody? He raised his head and looked at the silhouette in the moonlight.

Grey cloak, copper face, still as still water.

Aloof, lonely, mysterious, with an air of incompatibility with the surrounding world.

"Mr. Nameless, can you help me?" Assassin asked, kneeling on the ground regardless of the pain.

Bai Yuan asked, "How many of you attacked Ping'an Fang, and who is the most powerful?"

assassin hesitated.

He Wen looked at the situation, slapped Assassin on the back of the head with a slap, and said angrily, "Damn it! Didn't you hear Mr. Wuming ask you? Hurry up!"

At this point, this Ping An Fang cadre at least knew a little.

That is, Mother Mo is not wrong, this unknown gentleman is really outrageous.

He didn't see the shot because he closed his eyes, but the brawny man around didn't see how to shoot, so it's a bit powerful, and even the assassin didn't understand how to be defeated, then Outrageous.

He suddenly remembered what Tu Liuzi roared before, "Mr. Wuming, it's not what you think, he's an unparalleled swordsman".

At that time, he and other cadres were laughed heartily, disapproving, although they didn't say it, their hearts were like a mirror, knowing that the second Gang Lord transferred his feelings for the father to this unknown gentleman , that's why I care so much.

Even in their hearts, they were quite critical of Mother Mo, thinking that the Great Gang Lord should not take in this stranger of unknown origin.

Last night, at the Ping An Casino meeting, he saw the anonymous gentleman come and leave silently, and he said "Will you come?" to Lord Gang before walking forward. "In the end, he didn't show up today, and he was still laughing secretly in his heart, only to think that the nameless looks impressive but is worthless, and Gang Lord was obviously deceived by him.

But in the blink of an eye, this gentleman appeared, and he appeared in a tyrannical way, and directly saved his life.

For every slaughter of dogs, it is often a scholar.

He Wen is a rough person, so he naturally knows how to be grateful and seeking to repay the kindness, so he immediately settles down.

"Come on!"

He grabbed the knife, ready to go forward and use torture to extract a confession.

After all, this kind of rough work shouldn't be done by Mr.

assassin was kicked twice by him, but he still looked towards Bai Yuan proudly.

Bai Yuan shook his head, turned around, and drew his sword.

Then, the sword suddenly appeared on the neck of the assassin.

No traces, no trails, no signs.

In other words, this is not a sword at all, because there is no "out" action at all.

When you see the sword, the sword is already in its place.

What kind of technique is this? What kind of power? Is this magic?

Or magic?

Assassin stared at the sword on his neck, stunned for a moment, then his whole body trembled and trembled, the light of hard to describe flashed in his pupils,

Like a believer seeing a god, As if a frog in well appeared outside the well for the first time, looking up at the vast and turbulent Star River, and was very excited.

He didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction in his heart.

Clearly, this is a guy who is assassin skill to the extreme.

Failed by such an assassin without any complaints.

There's even a strange sense of glory.

Assassin looked at the sword edge that was close at hand, twisted his neck abruptly, and wanted to cut himself off. After all, it was impossible for him to reveal the details of the Xuankongfang invasion.

But the sword around his neck magically disappeared.

The light in assassin's pupils disappeared, and he fell to the ground following the inertia he had just turned around.

He Wen looked up at Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan nominates.

He Wen slapped the assassin in front of him and slapped the assassin. The other brawny men immediately tied up the assassin and moved it to the hut on the side of the alley, so that it might be useful for a while.

“What about Mother Mo and Liu Zi?” Bai Yuan asked.

He Wen respectfully said: "reporting to Mr. Wuming, after the war broke out, there was chaos in the workshop, and we were suppressed from one side to the other.

The Gang Lord and the two Gang Lords led people and Fight and retreat, go to the depths, and guess. It may be the yard that Gang Lord often takes Mr. Gang to.

Because that yard has an extraordinary meaning to Gang Lord."

Bai Yuan turned around and was about to leave, and said at the same time, "Be careful of yourselves."

He Wen said, "I'll accompany you, sir!"

Bai Yuan said: "No, keep here, if anyone needs help, go and help."

"Yes, sir!" He Wen cup one fist in the other hand and bow.

Looking up again, the mysterious swordsman was no longer there.

"Mr. Wuming.really strong." He Wen murmured, then grabbed the ghost-headed knife, brought two brawny men, and carefully walked out of the alley, wanting to see if there was any need elsewhere helpful.

Not long after, he saw eight or nine men and women standing stupidly in an open space surrounded by ancient trees.

The man at the head was thin, dressed in blue clothes, and held a tinted iron Magistrate pen in his hand.

He Wen knew this person, he was a good player in the rankings, but what were they doing standing there stupidly? He Wen took a few steps forward, but saw two black clothed persons lying in a coma in front of the eighty-nine people. The black clothed person was wearing a waning moon mask, and it was Xuankong Fang assassin.

"Lao Liu is this"

The azure clothed person holding the Magistrate pen sighed, "Thanks to Mr. Wuming!"

Immediately, The azure clothed person seemed to realize something, looked towards He Wen and said: "Old He, you"

He Wen smiled bitterly and said, "Me too. Mother, I made a mistake here, I was almost killed by that Xuankong Fang assassin, but Mr. Wuming suddenly appeared, saved me, and cut off the assassin's tendon."

azure clothed person sighed: "We misunderstood Mr. .Gang Lord's vision is good, if she hadn't left this gentleman and treated him like an offering, we would all be lying dead on the ground now."

As he spoke, azure clothed Person suddenly said: "By the way, old He, have you seen how Mr. Wuming made his move?"

He Wen was stunned and shook his head.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay.

He Wen said: "Old He, you are a Grade 7 Martial Artist, and you didn't even see it?"

The azure clothed person sighed, "like a heavenly steed, soaring Across the skies, Ghost God is unpredictable, I have never seen such a sword, how can there be such a sword in the world."

He Wen said with a smile: "The stronger Mr. The more likely we are to win, what are you sighing for?"

azure clothed person said: "It's just emotion."

He Wen said: "Let's go forward, go Let's see if there is any other brother who needs help."

"Okay."

The two stayed behind to guard the unconscious assassin, and then brought the remaining Martial Artist with them. ,move on.

Along the way, He Wen and Lao Liu were more and more shocked.

The two met a lot of brothers one after another.

And all the brothers in the workshop were rescued or helped by Mr. Wuming.

After the manpower on this side was freed, they quickly rescued the surrounding areas. Those assassins who were originally looking for those who were left alone were suddenly useless. Some were forced to retreat, and some were besieged and defeated. The originally decadent situation of Ping An Fang began to change Heaven and Earth turning upside down just because one person joined.

In an area far from the compound He Wen said.

In the underground tunnel.

There is the sound of fast running and the sound of rapid breathing.

pa!

The sound of a heavy fall came suddenly.

A small shadow crawls on the ground in pain.

It was a boy.

In the darkness, the silhouette of the woman who was running in front suddenly stopped, turned around in a hurry, leaned over, and hurriedly reached out to touch the forehead of the boy who fell.

This touch makes me feel hot.

"Fire." she said softly.

The silhouettes of the men behind her were stunned for a while, then looked at each other, one of them stepped forward, took out the fire book from his arms, swung it, and lit it.

In the dim light of the fire, a circle of semi-dark silhouettes shone.

The silhouette flickers on the surrounding stone walls as the candlelight dances.

The woman is Mother Mo.

The boy who fell to the ground was Tu Liuzi.

It's just that at this moment, Tu Liuzi's right hand forearm was roughly bandaged, his face was extremely weak, and his whole body was shaking.

Mother Mo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly began to pull off the bandage.

Several cadres looked at each other in blank dismay at the back, then sighed softly and clenched the swords in their hands, guarding the front and back.

Today, Ping An Fang was attacked by Xuankong Fang, one of the four underground assassin forces.

Perhaps it was because the people in Xuankong Fang knew the relationship between Mother Mo, Liu Zi and Xiao Buddha, so they sent a powerful assassin. The level of assassin far exceeded what Ping An Fang could resist.

After a fierce battle, a lot of people died in Ping'an Square, and then the situation entered the stage of assassin hunting in Hanging Square.

The strongest assassin sent by Xuankongfang, but with elites, chased and killed Mother Mo and the six sons all the way.

Mother Mo and Liuzi took their subordinates to fight and retreat, and persisted for a while in this house, but the opponent was so powerful that the mechanism was soon broken.

During the melee, Liu Zi was stabbed in the arm to protect Mother Mo's right hand.

Then, Mother Mo led people back into the depths of the house, and then opened the secret passage to escape.

There is a simple fork in this secret road, even if the other party finds it, it will take a little time to find the correct intersection.

But at this moment, Liu Zi fell.

The white bandage fell in circles, Mother Mo looked towards Liuzi's wound, his heart trembled violently, like falling in a ice hole.

The wound is showing dark green, even the blood flowing to the outside is green.

Mother Mo, like a mad mother beast, tore off the sleeves of Liuzi's entire right arm, and looked at and saw a dark green ripple moving from the wound to both sides, The visible speed of naked eye slowly spreads.

"Little Six!"

Mother Mo's hair was messy, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

The boy said weakly: "aunt. Am I going to die?"

Mother Mo squeezed a smile and said, "No. It just hurts a little."

The boy said: "I'm not afraid of pain, I want to live, I want to live"

Mother Mo took out a handkerchief from her arms with her left hand, stuffed it into the boy's mouth, and then twitched her right hand suddenly, out of the cigarette stick At the end of the child, a sharp long blade as thin as a little finger was drawn, and he made a decisive decision and was about to cut it off.

But the thin knife was hanging in the air, and the hand holding the knife was shaking.

This blade, of course, may save this child's life, but it will break the future of this child who loves martial arts.

SoCan she cut it down?

Can she look at this child's decadent and painful appearance in the future? "aunt .aunt aunt " Six sons whispered.

Mother Mo took a deep breath, put the knife aside, and said quickly: "Liu, listen to aunt, there is another way. But you have to choose for yourself."

(end of chapter)