"Bang!"

The corner gate of the mansion suddenly collapsed, and a black shadow rushed out quickly. He staggered forward and ran away, and in a blink of an eye, the black shadow was dressed in ordinary clothes and had a few gray spots on his face, as if he was an ordinary farmer.

Jing Hua recognized the other party at a glance, Wang De!

It was clearly seen under the fire, and Wang De's face was covered with blood and ferociousness. His movements were stiff, his running posture was extremely unnatural, and he was obviously injured. Even so, Wang De still struggled to escape and was getting closer and closer to Jing Hua.

At the same time, figures flashed at the corner gate, and two gray-clothed monks rushed out of the door. One of them raised his left hand and silver light flashed by.

"Swish!"

"puff"

The dagger hits Wang De's back.

"ah!"

Wang De shouted, fell in front of his body and fell heavily to the ground. His hands and feet twitched a few times, and there was no movement again.

The two men in gray tightened their feet and quickly approached the corpse.

"It's him!"

The hoarse voice sounded again, and Zhu Xiu stepped forward and was about to search his body.

"Your Majesty dares"

The sound of shouting came from afar, and the word "dare" had not finished, and the person had arrived nearby. The gray-coated worm cultivator turned around and saw a flash of inspiration.

"No, it's Old Thief Yun!"

The man in gray hurriedly dodged sideways. One person was quick in body movements, avoiding two wind blades. The other was about to search Wang De, and his retreat was slightly slower.

"Click"

"ah!"

A scream sounded, and two fingers were cut off. The gray-clothed monk only said that the "Fire Thunder Gate" came to help. The two dared not fight and turned around and fled to the west of the city.

Yun Yong did not allow them to escape.

In recent days, the Lord Yun Hall was depressed and irritable. Bi Siyu died accidentally, not only offended the Wang family, but also lost half of the credit. At night, he couldn't sleep and sighed in the yard. He vaguely heard the movement from the north of the city, and there was an explosion in the middle.

Yun Yong flew forward immediately, and when he was halfway through, the rescue signal lit up all night sky. The Wang family was asking for help from his fellow disciples in the city, but Yun Yong was shocked and raised his limit.

Before he arrived at the Wang's house, he saw two gray-coated worms from afar. Xingshan City is the territory of the "Fire Thunder Gate". Unexpectedly, someone was brave enough to go to the city to commit crimes in the middle of the night. If they were asked to run away, how could the branch explain to the sect?

Zhu Xiu fled in a hurry, and Yun Yong arrived near in the blink of an eye.

The Wang family's mansion was filled with fire and the sound of people was roaring. Yun Yong was not interested in Zhuang Ding's body, but was afraid that the thieves would take the opportunity to escape. He kept his feet, his feet were slitting, and his body was flying like a big bird, and he chased the gray-clothed monk.

The surroundings returned to lonely, and there was gradually no movement in the mansion. Listen with your ears and get rid of the "crackling" sound of the fire, leaving only the faint barking of dogs.

Jing Hua held his breath and was sweating soaked in his underwear.

That was the leader of the branch just now! If he showed it, it would be impossible to explain clearly. The hat of the "murderer" is likely to be put on his head, and even endanger the Jing family.

The gray-clothed monk took action too ruthlessly. The Wang family was in trouble this time. There must be heavy casualties in the mansion, even Wang De... well?

At this moment, the "corpse" on the ground suddenly raised his hand.

Jing Hua was shocked and almost made a sound. He looked carefully and saw that Wang De supported his arms and legs and was very slow. The other party seemed to be seriously injured, and there was a short sword behind him.

He tried his best to sit up and gasped. Looking around for a while, Wang De stretched out his right hand with difficulty and kept groping in his arms.

Under the fire, the eldest young master's face was not only bloody and ferocious, but also a little more cruel.

He was actually pretending to be dead? He was stabbed by a sharp sword just now and could lie on the ground without moving. It was a pity that the playboy could tolerate this level.

Jing Hua was surprised and his eyebrows gradually stood up. He underestimated the eldest son of the Wang family, but unfortunately he was the last one to die and met him.

"New hatreds and old hatreds" surged into his heart, and Jing Hua slowly stood up with passion. Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a shadow trying hard to kill the enemy and seek justice.

Jing Hua's face was as deep as water, and he forced him towards the other party step by step.

"Wang De, you have today too..."

Wang De was shocked and looked up, his face was indifferent

The expression of letter.

"Jing is... it's you..."

Scenes of past events passed by my mind. I was bullied on weekdays, crippled by vicious hands, and plotted to frame them without realizing it. Jing Hua's voice was full of ice.

"When I was hurting me, did you think about it..."

wrong!

Although the blood in his chest was surging, Jing Hua still had a little Qingming. Wang De seemed to be frightened, but the cruelty and cruelty at the corners of his mouth were still there. He remembered clearly that when he was born "accidentally" a few years ago, the other party had this expression!

There is a fraud! It's too late!

"Bang"

Wang De suddenly stretched out his right hand, the talisman suddenly disappeared, and lightning came to his face. The distance between the two sides was too short, and Jing Hua caught him off guard and could only subconsciously raise his left hand and block him in front of him.

"It's a shame!"

The "Thunder Flash Talisman" is impartial and hits the palm of the left palm.

Jing Hua secretly called out terrible, and his right hand couldn't help but protect his left palm. Wang De no longer pretended to be surprised, and his lips turned upwards with a cruel smile.

"Little bastard, dare to be with him"

The words came to an abrupt end, and Wang De's smile froze on his face. The other party was not paralyzed and fell down. Instead, he raised his left hand and shook it twice.

Jing Hua was also surprised. His left palm was completely different, and he felt the breeze blowing, without any trace in an instant. Not to mention the pain of injury, he did not even lose any cold hair.

"you"

Wang De's grin turned into amazement, and his expression of incredible reappeared. Then he seemed to remember something and opened his mouth and called.

Jing Hua's cold sweat gushed down, soaking his back again. He was careless and underestimated the enemy just now, and almost capsized the gutter. Now he would not make a mistake again. He stopped talking nonsense, jumped to Wang De, and kicked the other person's right leg hard in the face.

"bump!"

Wang De choked and turned to the ground.

"Raaaa"

Before he could finish speaking, Jing Hua leaned down, pressed his left knee against the other party's waist and eyes, and covered Wang De's mouth tightly with one hand. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the short sword behind the "enemy".

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wang De was extremely frightened and struggled hard, trying to get out of trouble. His cultivation was not as good as Jing Hua, and he had no hope of success when he was seriously injured. The short sword had not hurt the vital points before, and Jing Hua tried to stab him hard.

"laugh!"

The tip of the sword pierces the heart.

Wang De's eyes were protruding, and a "hoho" sounded in his throat. He kicked his feet a few times, and his body slowly fell down.

"call"

Jing Hua wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead and was about to turn around and leave, but he stood still. After he hesitating for a moment, he bent down and reached out to search in Wang De's arms. Apart from the miscellaneous items and talismans, only a silk package appeared.

Jing Hua no longer hesitated. He put away the package and restored the body to its original state. After simply sweeping away the traces around him, the boy quickly left in the night.

At this moment, when the night was midnight, most people were sleeping in full swing. However, the previous call for help echoed throughout the night sky, and many monks were awakened. Something big happened in the north of the city, so they could not stand by and come to find out.

Jinghua quietly returned along the old road, and it was found that the disciples of the "Fire Thunder Sect" were the most popular, but no one was willing to approach the Wangzhai to help. Everyone stopped from afar, as if waiting for the "order". A few people even deliberately delayed and slowly fell behind.

The monks walked on the avenue in the city, which was very far from the small road chosen by Jing Hua. The old alley was not afraid of collision between the two sides. However, in addition to the disciples of the "Fire Thunder Gate", there were also some passers-by cultivators. When they heard the movement, they came sneaking towards the north of the city, trying to secretly take advantage of the waters.

These casual cultivators did not dare to meet the "Fire Thunder Gate" and were walking on the small path. Jing Hua encountered two consecutive waves and almost revealed his whereabouts.

Fortunately, the casual cultivators were attracted by the fire and had no time to pay attention to the rest. The boy was shocked and returned to Jing Mansion smoothly.
Chapter completed!