A quarter of an hour ago.
Just when Yue Jinghua got off the carriage and faced Ming Lang alone.
"Damn Yue Jinghua, if I meet him next time, I will definitely smash him into pieces." On Linlan Street, Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu, who were depressed because of being ridiculed by Yue Jinghua, said As soon as they walked out of the tavern, the two brothers and sisters were reeking of alcohol.
"I was also mistreated by that kid, and a lot of business from the Yanyue Chamber of Commerce was taken away by that kid," Qing Zizhu envied and hated.
However, they plotted against Yue Jinghua several times, but all of them were stealing chickens and losing money.
"Isn't that Yuefu's carriage in front?" The two were sleepy, only to see Yue Jinghua get out of the carriage alone.
After Yue Minzhi and the others drove away, Yue Jinghua acted suspiciously and turned into an alleyway.
The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Good chance, that kid is alone."
Together with a group of guards, the two menacingly followed Yue Jinghua into the alleyway.
In the alleyway, Yue Jinghua and Minglang meet each other on a narrow road.
Facing Yue Jinghua's questioning, Ming Lang didn't answer. He was as ruthless as the rumors said. In his eyes, there was nothing but Yunlang's orders.
Yue Jinghua's mind is also full of twists and turns, head-on or outsmart
There is no doubt about Ming Lang's strength. If she uses the truth, it will be difficult for her to be his opponent.
But she couldn't hastily expose her identity as a summoner, Yue Jinghua was still hesitating.
His figure suddenly jumped, and his profound energy hit Xiang Yue Jinghua's head like a sharp whip.
Almost at the same time, under Yue Jinghua's feet came out a circle of light blue mysterious light, and in the narrow alleyway, his body was like a slippery fish, twisting, sticking to the wall and deftly dodging the attack of the famous wolf.
Ming Lang missed a single blow, seeing that Yue Jinghua was about to run away against the wall, he turned his hands into palms, and the attack became more dense and urgent, and his fists were weathered densely.
His offensive is very crazy, Yue Jinghua retreats, he advances, like a spear that will never stop, sealing off the escape route around Yue Jinghua.
Under Ming Lang's persecution, Yue Jinghua has nowhere to go.
With a light tap between her feet, she slashed along the wall, piercing Ming Lang's eyes with the great sword holding the cloud in her hand.
It is human nature for ordinary people to block sharp objects with their backhands if they encounter sharp objects. However, facing the menacing sword force, instead of retreating, Minglang went one step further.
Beside him, a wall of profound energy had already been cast, and the great sword of Lianyun pierced into the wall of profound energy, like mud and stones entering the sea, and was firmly fixed.
Seeing that the Ming wolf was about to attack, Yue Jinghua turned over and did a somersault. With his right hand, he forcefully sent the big sword towards the Xuanqi wall, and with his left hand, he pulled out the Xiaokong sword on his foot.
Using both swords together, Minglang's mysterious energy wall exploded immediately, the mysterious energy wall was very strange, the cracked mysterious energy turned into strands of hair-like profound energy, wrapping around Yue Jinghua's hands, feet and neck.
Suddenly, a pair of iron arms stretched out from behind, and Ming Lang stared coldly at Yue Jinghua who was entwined with profound energy, and locked his throat, holding Yue Jinghua's throat.
His fingers are like iron bars, which can penetrate a person's throat in an instant.
Just when Ming Lang thought his task was about to be completed, his men froze, and a trace of surprise flashed in his fierce eyes like a hungry wolf.
He was invincible, his fingers, which were comparable to holy weapons, were unable to crush Yue Jinghua's throat. When he moved his hand a few inches, he felt that his fingers were slippery, and there was no throat bone at all.
woman!
After discovering Yue Jinghua's true gender, Ming Lang didn't feel the slightest pity for her. In his eyes, people have no so-called gender distinction, and there is no distinction between high and low.
In Ming Lang's eyes, there are only two differences between a dead person and a living person.
He gathered another wave of profound energy at his fingertips, trying to pierce through Yue Jinghua's throat, but the profound energy couldn't pierce Yue Jinghua's skin.
This woman's skin and bones are extremely tough, even harder than the turtle shell of the mainland's famous high-defense mysterious beast, the land snapping turtle.
Ming Lang heard that some descendants of aristocratic families have taken pills since childhood and soaked them in spirit wood liquid to create an extremely powerful physique.
"Don't you think I won't be able to kill you in this way," Ming Lang said, like a cold blade, brushing against Yue Jinghua's cheek: "My mysterious ability will burst your internal organs to death."
After all, the tattoo-like holy pattern on Ming Lang's body came alive, and the profound energy penetrated into Yue Jinghua's nose like tentacles.
"Oops," as Minglang's profound energy entered her body, she felt as if a knife had been drilled into her body, and she was rampaging.
While using the Nine Transformation Kung Fu in his body to fend off the enemy, Yue Jinghua examined the tattoo on Ming Lang's body.
Only those who have fought against Ming Lang will understand that Ming Lang's profound art is very special, it is fundamentally different from the profound art of the profound practitioners on the mainland.
Ming Lang sees Yue Jinghua's complexion is blue and red intersecting, and
"Ahem, Ming Lang, who asked you to kill me?" Yue Jinghua stared at the lines on Ming Lang's body.
Suddenly my heart moved, could it be said that Ming Lang's unique profound art was not born with him, but cultivated the day after tomorrow.
There are only a handful of people on the continent who can carve such uncanny patterns.
Shayan with divine patterns is a person from the Temple of God, so he will not enter the world easily.
And in Owawa Imperial City, there is such a handwriting... I remembered Yun Lang's false smile as if he was wearing a mask in the Colosseum.
It turned out to be him!
Yue Jinghua took a deep breath, "The person who asked you to kill me was Yun Lang."
In Ming Lang's eyes, the light flickered slightly, neither denying nor admitting, he snorted, and his men did not relax in the slightest.
At this moment, there was a burst of noisy footsteps coming from the entrance of the alley, seeing the two people twisted together in the alley, seemingly intimate, yet strange, Ji Yun said in surprise: "You guys, what are you doing. "
"Ming Lang, it's Ming Lang," Qing Zizhu recognized Ming Lang at a glance.
Hearing Minglang's name, the guards all backed away in fright.
Ming Lang wants to kill Yue Jinghua
"Get out, I just want to kill one person tonight," Ming Lang frowned displeased.
"It's you who should say get out!" Ming Lang lost his mind for a moment, Yue Jinghua seized the gap, turned his consciousness, and took out the Prajna needle from the wish gourd.
I saw her turn over like a baby swallow, her legs leaped high like a rabbit, the light flickered between her fingers, and the Prajna needle in her hand pierced Minglang's body surface.
Although the Prajna Needle is as thin as a hair, it is extremely sharp. Yue Jinghua danced the needle on Ming Lang's body like painting.
Ming Lang only felt a tingling pain on his skin.
"That kid is crazy. That's Ming Lang. He actually used the embroidery used by women to target Fu Ming Lang." Qing Zizhu and Ji Yun were stunned, and their footsteps that were about to run away seemed to be stuck.
"No, look at the wolf," Qing Zizhu held his breath.
I saw Minglang's body surface changing under the action of those "embroidery needles".
"He, he is carving the holy pattern, Yue Jinghua, he is actually a pattern master!" Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu lost their voices.