Chapter: 393
The eyes of the two sides met, and the young man's face froze suddenly.
Hei Wuchang saw more complex emotions than himself in his eyes, surprise, surprise, fear
Night walker? The breath is not strong, not from the Dark Night Rose, but from the Taiyi Sect? No, at this point in time, those who will appear here must be official people, and they must be Fu Qingyang's direct descendants
Thinking about the injustice being manipulated...
Yuanshi Tianzun? This name flashed in Heiwuchang's mind.
Fuck, black impermanence? ! Didn't he fight in school, why did he appear here, the little joker hurt me! !
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly pressed the infinite earphone, and shouted: "Tengyuan is very long, Heiwuchang is here with me, come quickly, the place is..."
Before he finished speaking, Heiwuchang stepped on the wall and rushed over like a big bird. His pupils shrank into slits, and his brown eyeballs turned amber.
Sharp bone spurs grew out of the back, elbows, and knees, and the clothes were ripped through with a "tear".
Sorry to bother you, farewell Zhang Yuanqing didn't have time to talk, so he quickly backed away, and at the same time used his night travel skills to hide his figure.
Hei Wuchang's attack was too fast, he didn't even have time to recall Xiao Doubi, and only sent the child the "escape" command.
An evil profession with the pinnacle of a level 6 saint, let alone a level 2 night wandering god like myself, even a level 4 night wandering god, I am afraid that he will be enraged on the spot.
Hei Wuchang is the confidant of the former vice president of the Psionic Society, and he can be regarded as a big boss on one side.
Zhang Yuanqing's thinking is very clear - escape!
But he couldn't escape completely. Although he didn't understand why he appeared here, since he was here, there must be something wrong with the ambush of Fu Qingyang and the elders of Baihuahui.
At this time, what he has to do is to entangle the opponent as much as possible to buy time for the bosses.
Fujiwon has received his message.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs were on fire, his throat was sore and itchy, he coughed violently, his head became dizzy, and his figure emerged immediately.
At some point, he had already been poisoned by Gu poison.
"Crack!" Hei Wuchang, who was covered in bone spurs, flicked his knees, and with the sound of the concrete road cracking, he ejected, not intending to give the enemy a chance to react.
He is confident that he can kill the Ye Youshen in front of him within two or three moves.
The high-level powerhouse hunted down the low-level, and it was always straightforward.
The shrill sound of the wind rushed towards his face, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the enemy who was approaching in an instant, the hairs on his back stood on end, resisting his physical discomfort, and with a thought, he opened the inventory.
The next moment, Huang Chengcheng took the orb, his feet sank, and his shoulders seemed to be pressed against a mountain.
"pound!"
Hei Wuchang retracted his right shoulder, bent his elbow, pushed his right arm with his strong muscles, and thrust out a straight fist like a spear.
The khaki light curtain vibrated violently, like bubbles in the wind.
thump, thump, thump, Zhang Yuanqing staggered back, cracking the concrete pavement with each foot.
"pound!"
With another punch, the orb in Zhang Yuanqing's hand made a slight "click" sound, and fine cracks burst out.
"pound!"
With the third punch, the Orb of the Steady One couldn't hold it anymore and shattered into powder, and the light curtain dissipated.
Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was pale.
Hei Wuchang kept walking and approached close to him. The fourth punch hit Zhang Yuanqing's head, and the air roared like an explosion.
Zhang Yuanqing's body collapsed, avoiding the fatal punch dangerously.
At some point, a brand-new pair of red dancing shoes was put on his feet. After the one-word horse avoided the straight punch, the red dancing shoes sprang up, first spinning and jumping, dodging Hei Wuchang's sweeping legs.
Then, with super anticipation, he jumped horizontally to avoid the vertical split of the bone spur.
During the whole process, Zhang Yuanqing, the master, was dizzy and coughed up blood, completely lying down.
"There are a lot of props..."
Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows. As a night tour god in the extraordinary stage, he has two props, which is considered very rich.
This Yuanshi Tianzun can pass through two super-spiritual realms, so he is indeed worth a lot.
"Go, go!" Zhang Yuanqing uttered a weak voice, ordering the red dancing shoes.
At this moment, he has no idea of delaying time at all. He is too strong. The voodoo master at the peak of the Saint Realm is too strong. Meeting him is an instant kill. The strength and speed are too far behind, and there is no possibility of melee combat.
That's why he didn't take out the bloodthirsty blade.
As for the ghost bride, the level of the ghost bride should also reach the saint level, but there is a big gap between the saint and the saint.
He doesn't know the specific level of the ghost bride, but he knows that Heiwuchang is an evil profession, a level 6 saint, which means that there are very few people who can beat Heiwuchang at the same stage.
Once he made a mistake in his judgment, he would have no room for maneuver and would end up dead.
Immediately, the red dancing shoes led the useless owner, rushing towards the residential building, walking on the steep wall like walking on the ground.
The rules of the red shoes, regardless of the terrain.
It is not only an artifact of pursuit, but also an artifact of escape sometimes.
"Want to escape?"
Hei Wuchang sneered, but instead of chasing after him, he reached out into the void and grabbed a simple scarecrow with a big palm, with purple talisman seals on the front and back, exuding a corrupt and depraved atmosphere.
The scarecrow's face was distorted, eyes and nose were wriggling, and it looked like Zhang Yuanqing, and its two feet were also stained with red light.
Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's feet with two fingers, and exerted great force.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was running wildly on the building, suddenly felt his momentum stagnate. Looking down, the brand-new body of the red dancing shoes was covered with a layer of gray and decayed, like worn-out shoes that had been discarded for decades.
He fell uncontrollably and hit the ground heavily, causing fine dust to rise from the street.
"Cough cough..."
Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up streaks of blood. There was a serious problem with his lungs, and the poison spread all over his body. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have died of organ failure at this time.
"The shoes are good, they belong to me!" Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's head with two fingers, and squeezed hard, intending to crush the little bug to death. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head to the sky and screamed, a bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on him.
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Hei Wuchang saw more complex emotions than himself in his eyes, surprise, surprise, fear
Night walker? The breath is not strong, not from the Dark Night Rose, but from the Taiyi Sect? No, at this point in time, those who will appear here must be official people, and they must be Fu Qingyang's direct descendants
Thinking about the injustice being manipulated...
Yuanshi Tianzun? This name flashed in Heiwuchang's mind.
Fuck, black impermanence? ! Didn't he fight in school, why did he appear here, the little joker hurt me! !
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly pressed the infinite earphone, and shouted: "Tengyuan is very long, Heiwuchang is here with me, come quickly, the place is..."
Before he finished speaking, Heiwuchang stepped on the wall and rushed over like a big bird. His pupils shrank into slits, and his brown eyeballs turned amber.
Sharp bone spurs grew out of the back, elbows, and knees, and the clothes were ripped through with a "tear".
Sorry to bother you, farewell Zhang Yuanqing didn't have time to talk, so he quickly backed away, and at the same time used his night travel skills to hide his figure.
Hei Wuchang's attack was too fast, he didn't even have time to recall Xiao Doubi, and only sent the child the "escape" command.
An evil profession with the pinnacle of a level 6 saint, let alone a level 2 night wandering god like myself, even a level 4 night wandering god, I am afraid that he will be enraged on the spot.
Hei Wuchang is the confidant of the former vice president of the Psionic Society, and he can be regarded as a big boss on one side.
Zhang Yuanqing's thinking is very clear - escape!
But he couldn't escape completely. Although he didn't understand why he appeared here, since he was here, there must be something wrong with the ambush of Fu Qingyang and the elders of Baihuahui.
At this time, what he has to do is to entangle the opponent as much as possible to buy time for the bosses.
Fujiwon has received his message.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs were on fire, his throat was sore and itchy, he coughed violently, his head became dizzy, and his figure emerged immediately.
At some point, he had already been poisoned by Gu poison.
"Crack!" Hei Wuchang, who was covered in bone spurs, flicked his knees, and with the sound of the concrete road cracking, he ejected, not intending to give the enemy a chance to react.
He is confident that he can kill the Ye Youshen in front of him within two or three moves.
The high-level powerhouse hunted down the low-level, and it was always straightforward.
The shrill sound of the wind rushed towards his face, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the enemy who was approaching in an instant, the hairs on his back stood on end, resisting his physical discomfort, and with a thought, he opened the inventory.
The next moment, Huang Chengcheng took the orb, his feet sank, and his shoulders seemed to be pressed against a mountain.
"pound!"
Hei Wuchang retracted his right shoulder, bent his elbow, pushed his right arm with his strong muscles, and thrust out a straight fist like a spear.
The khaki light curtain vibrated violently, like bubbles in the wind.
thump, thump, thump, Zhang Yuanqing staggered back, cracking the concrete pavement with each foot.
"pound!"
With another punch, the orb in Zhang Yuanqing's hand made a slight "click" sound, and fine cracks burst out.
"pound!"
With the third punch, the Orb of the Steady One couldn't hold it anymore and shattered into powder, and the light curtain dissipated.
Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was pale.
Hei Wuchang kept walking and approached close to him. The fourth punch hit Zhang Yuanqing's head, and the air roared like an explosion.
Zhang Yuanqing's body collapsed, avoiding the fatal punch dangerously.
At some point, a brand-new pair of red dancing shoes was put on his feet. After the one-word horse avoided the straight punch, the red dancing shoes sprang up, first spinning and jumping, dodging Hei Wuchang's sweeping legs.
Then, with super anticipation, he jumped horizontally to avoid the vertical split of the bone spur.
During the whole process, Zhang Yuanqing, the master, was dizzy and coughed up blood, completely lying down.
"There are a lot of props..."
Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows. As a night tour god in the extraordinary stage, he has two props, which is considered very rich.
This Yuanshi Tianzun can pass through two super-spiritual realms, so he is indeed worth a lot.
"Go, go!" Zhang Yuanqing uttered a weak voice, ordering the red dancing shoes.
At this moment, he has no idea of delaying time at all. He is too strong. The voodoo master at the peak of the Saint Realm is too strong. Meeting him is an instant kill. The strength and speed are too far behind, and there is no possibility of melee combat.
That's why he didn't take out the bloodthirsty blade.
As for the ghost bride, the level of the ghost bride should also reach the saint level, but there is a big gap between the saint and the saint.
He doesn't know the specific level of the ghost bride, but he knows that Heiwuchang is an evil profession, a level 6 saint, which means that there are very few people who can beat Heiwuchang at the same stage.
Once he made a mistake in his judgment, he would have no room for maneuver and would end up dead.
Immediately, the red dancing shoes led the useless owner, rushing towards the residential building, walking on the steep wall like walking on the ground.
The rules of the red shoes, regardless of the terrain.
It is not only an artifact of pursuit, but also an artifact of escape sometimes.
"Want to escape?"
Hei Wuchang sneered, but instead of chasing after him, he reached out into the void and grabbed a simple scarecrow with a big palm, with purple talisman seals on the front and back, exuding a corrupt and depraved atmosphere.
The scarecrow's face was distorted, eyes and nose were wriggling, and it looked like Zhang Yuanqing, and its two feet were also stained with red light.
Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's feet with two fingers, and exerted great force.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was running wildly on the building, suddenly felt his momentum stagnate. Looking down, the brand-new body of the red dancing shoes was covered with a layer of gray and decayed, like worn-out shoes that had been discarded for decades.
He fell uncontrollably and hit the ground heavily, causing fine dust to rise from the street.
"Cough cough..."
Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up streaks of blood. There was a serious problem with his lungs, and the poison spread all over his body. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have died of organ failure at this time.
"The shoes are good, they belong to me!" Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's head with two fingers, and squeezed hard, intending to crush the little bug to death. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head to the sky and screamed, a bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on him.
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