Deep in the woods, a figure slowly walked out.

Wang Yi narrowed his eyes.

The moment the opponent moves, every step makes the stars between heaven and earth seem to shake.

"Wang Yi?"

The visitor stood ten meters away from Wang Yi. Looking at Wang Yi standing on the tree, his white teeth were very conspicuous.

Wang Yi thought about it carefully. From Chang'an to Nanchu, he seemed to really not know this person. "Who are you?"

"My name is Yan Twelve, a guard from the City Lord's Mansion." The visitor looked at the confused Wang Yi and said very patiently.

"Qi practitioner? Warrior? Or practitioner?"

Yan Twelve shook his head, "You'll know after you fight."

Wang Yi slowly took off the iron sword from his waist and pulled it out of its scabbard. The moonlight shone on the surface of the sword, a ray of light wandered over the surface of the sword, and the blade made a soft sound.

"Good knife." Yan Twelve couldn't help but look at the knife Wang Yi was wearing.

This knife was an iron knife that Wang Yi randomly selected in the Qingshui Gang's armory. At that time, he just saw it randomly placed in a corner without anyone paying attention to it. He didn't expect that it would look like this when opened.

"A man chasing me seems to be extremely confident."

"No, it's not easy to see a prey. Naturally, I want to play with it by myself. If someone else beats me to it, I won't be in a good mood." A contemptuous smile appeared on Yan Twelve's lips.

"When you took action just now, I could sense that you are no longer a Tongxuan practitioner. Coincidentally, I am also a Tongxuan practitioner." Yan Twelve smiled and said: "But unfortunately, I am good at leapfrog challenges."

"Oh." Wang Yi saw that Yan Twelve suddenly became interested and said, "It's a coincidence that I also killed Tongxuan at a distance."

"Then we'll see you in hand, let's start the fight."

After saying that, the air suddenly became a little thicker, and Yan Twelve, who was in front of him just now, suddenly disappeared without a trace. Wang Yi held the iron knife in his hand and watched the changes around him warily, but did not find Yan Twelve.

.Suddenly, Wang Yi seemed to have thought of something. He looked up suddenly and saw Yan Twelve standing high and leaping up, stabbing Wang with the long sword in his hand. Feeling the power of the long sword, Wang Yi swung the iron sword.

.

Ding.

The sound of the collision of the iron knife and the long sword resounded throughout the mountain. Wang Yi's figure retreated dozens of steps before he could stabilize his figure. Yan Twelve snorted coldly and hid in the woods again, waiting for the next time.

attack.

It turned out to be a practitioner, Wang Yi thought to himself: This would be easier to handle. If it were a Qi practitioner or a martial artist, it would be really hard for him to take action. After all, he had never seen these two types of people before, so he didn't know how to deal with them.

His skin felt a slight tingling feeling. Yan Twelve's second attack came quickly. Wang Yi looked at the surrounding scene. It was a bit blurry and seemed extremely unreal, but the tingling feeling on his skin became stronger and stronger.

Wang Yi could only feel cold

He hummed to force this feeling away.

Yan Twelve also felt a little uncomfortable. In the attack just now, he was seriously injured. He knew that he had underestimated the enemy. He thought Wang Yi was not a difficult character, but now it seems that he is really

Wrong, very wrong.

Yan Twelve was no longer hiding his figure, and suddenly raised his right hand.

"Surrounded and killed from all directions."

Among the woods, many phantoms of Yan Twelve suddenly appeared. Each one was so real, and they were killing Wang Yi with heavy murderous intent.

When Wang Yi saw that the situation was not good, he quickly calmed down and used the iron knife in his hand instead of the long sword.

"The morning breeze blows on the shore."

"puff."

Yan Twelve vomited blood and flew backwards. He could no longer hold the long sword in his hand. The most important thing was that Wang Yi's star glow followed the long sword that Yan Twelve had just held in his hand.

The breath entered his body, like thin lines, invading his body everywhere, burning everything in its path.

The starlight in Yan Twelve's body was gone, and he had no ability to fight back.

The loud sound of "Dang Dang Dang" resounded through the valley. Yan Twelve kept retreating with the help of Wang Yi's strength just now. His back hit the big branches, and the big trees were broken after being hit. The long sword left his hand.

It turned into pieces in Yan Twelve's horrified eyes.

Wang Yi would not let go of such a good opportunity. He stepped on the ground again with his feet and struck down the iron knife in his hand, whipping up strong winds. Before the knife came, it stirred up countless gravel and dust on the ground.

Looking at Wang Yi who was getting closer and closer, Yan Twelve's eyes suddenly widened, and the poisonous arrow that had been hidden in his mouth was shot out with a "whoosh" sound.

Wang Yi also discovered the poisonous arrow. He had no time to think and subconsciously turned his head to avoid it. The poisonous arrow hit the fallen tree behind him. Above the tree, it was pitch black, but Wang Yi could not see it.

Unable to escape, Yan Twelve looked at the iron knife in front of him and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

After waiting for a long time and still feeling no pain, Yan Twelve opened his eyes and saw Wang Yi holding the iron knife to his neck and staring at him with a tired look on his face.

"Why don't you kill me?" Yan Twelve also didn't understand Wang Yi's thoughts. Facing an enemy who would fight you to the death, being merciful and soft-hearted is a big taboo.

"Tell me, what are your plans tonight?" Wang Yi said sharply.

Yan Twelve was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "If you want to know the plan, just dream!"

Wang Yi was not angry. The iron knife slashed across the forehead of Yan Twelve, who was laughing. The blood stain slowly expanded. With a snap, Yan Twelve split into two and fell to the ground, dead.

Can't die anymore.

Sitting next to Yan Twelve's corpse, Wang Yi gasped for air. Looking at Yan Twelve's body split into two, Wang Yi felt a little emotional. This was Wang Yi's first life-and-death fight in Tongxuan.

I still underestimated the people in the world, there were still many talented people, but I was a little regretful that I didn't ask them about their specific plans for tonight.

In an unknown cave in the mountains, a group of people were quickly carrying boxes of goods down the mountain.

"Hurry, hurry up."

A man who looked like a leader was standing there and shouting hurriedly, hoping that he and the others could finish these things quickly. When he got closer, he saw that it was Zhao Yan who had disappeared not long ago.

Zhao Yan looked at the place where the fire was coming out of the mountain, urging everyone. Just now he heard the sound of fighting and the collision of weapons all over the mountain. All of this meant one thing.

Those who preceded them were discovered, and a fight ensued, engaging the opposite party.

Looking at the fire all over the mountain, Zhao Yan knew that people like him would be found sooner or later, so he could only hope that they could delay more time.

Wang Yi rested for a while and then embarked on the road to find Ma Shun. Wang Yi was not very worried about Ma Shun's safety. After all, that guy dared to make a big fuss with Lu Zhong without being beaten to death. He was most worried about it.

The truth is that all this is a trap, or that he and others are just cannon fodder to delay Zhou Quan and others.

The ordinary gangsters should be dead and injured, but those with some cultivation are the important figures in this battle, such as Yan Twelve.

Then as long as he kills more of these, he should be able to get out alive.

With his body tense, Wang Yi adjusted his breathing to almost stillness and allowed himself to be buried by the dead branches and leaves nearby. After a while, there was no trace of living people in the woods, and no trace of anyone could be found.

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded. Wang Yi listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer to him. There were many people approaching him.

"Young City Master is really serious about letting us come out in such a dark night."

"Er Gouzi, please stop saying a few words. When I go back this time, the young city master said that at least one person will be a hundred taels of gold."

"Really, Brother Li, who did you listen to?" Ergouzi asked eagerly.

"Then you don't know, right? My second uncle is a popular figure around the young city lord. He told me during the day today that whoever can catch Xiao Wenxuan will be rewarded heavily." The man called Brother Li said in his voice.

There was a little bit of complacency in it.

"Brother Li, you are still well-informed, but Xiao Wenxuan is said to be a high-level martial artist and a Qi practitioner who is proficient in deduction, but he is not easy to catch."

"Don't talk nonsense. The young city lord has informed us that we have found the cave where the medicinal materials are stored. Hurry up and go there."

Several people cursed and walked away. Wang Yi walked out of the hiding place and looked at the direction in which the people were leaving. He was silent for a long time. Then he took the Chunfeng Ferry and hid in the dark night. He slowly followed a few people and walked toward what they said.
Chapter completed!