Ding Yang drove the flying sword, shuttled among the tall buildings and buildings, and followed a black shadow behind him: the black shadow was like a huge bat that spread its wings and glides in the dark night, dexterously shuttled through the buildings In the meantime, he bit Ding Yang tightly and wouldn't let him go.
This place is already close to the fringe of Jiangjin, and belongs to the category of "old city" in terms of division—and Xu Shenxing's Ying apartment is located in the suburban area at the junction of the old and new city.
As long as he perseveres a little longer and reaches the big guy's territory, he doesn't need to be afraid of the guy behind him.
Ding Yang thought in his heart.
But then he realized that it seemed a wrong choice to fly into the buildings to avoid the person behind him.
He groped for a long time by himself, and finally the first flying sword "Flying Star" made of the copper of the first mountain was not the type known for its flexibility. Not only did he fail to distance the guy behind him when he shuttled between the tall buildings, Instead, he was bitten even tighter.
If it is in a relatively open place, it may be a better choice to run away with all your strength, but Ding Yang is different from the best monks like Qin Xingyan. He has even stepped into the threshold of a practitioner. Almost everything They all figured it out by themselves, and the cultivation methods were also half-guessed. All the cultivation terms were explained by the Daozang learned by themselves, and it was hard to develop the true essence after stumbled and stumbled, and became a practitioner.
But it is precisely because of this that Ding Yang's spiritual power is extremely weak, and he can only last a few minutes at most with his full sword flying... It will only be worse if he loses his spiritual power and is caught up.
That's why he consciously brought the enemy to Xu Shenxing, the only "senior expert" he knew.
"Qiu!"
Just as Ding Yang was trying to focus on the intricate revenge channel ahead, a dark red light gathered in the mouth of the shadow behind him.
Then, accompanied by a whistle-like sound, several balls of light the size of basketballs flew towards Ding Yang's back!
"Fuck?! Foreign monsters can still fire cannons?"
Startled, Ding Yang hurriedly pressed the flying sword, narrowly avoiding the ball of light shooting towards his back.
However, what surprised him was that those balls of light actually slowed down quickly after flying over his head, and flew towards him again.
"Lying in a hurry... is he still following me?!"
There are missiles in front and chasing soldiers in the back, and Ding Yang is about to be attacked by two sides. So in the blink of an eye, he gritted his teeth and made a decision immediately.
Because of the unreasonable planning of the old city, some high-rise apartments do not have a sufficient distance between them as in the current residential area, but are very close together. The distance between the balconies of the two buildings is even less than one meter. And know how narrow this small alley is.
Coupled with the racial talent of the Chinese people who are good at using space, there are many messy things in the gap between the two buildings, such as clothes to dry, strange billboards, air-conditioning boxes...
Ding Yang had never flown with his sword in such a narrow place.
But now I don't care so much - the pursuer behind him has a wingspan of more than three meters, and he is even more difficult to use here than him. As long as he is careful, he should be able to use the terrain to throw off the opponent.
It doesn't matter even if it's only a little bit, because it's very close to the destination!
So Ding Yang burrowed into such a narrow alley.
As he expected, the black figure stopped at the entrance of the alley!
It worked! He cheered in his heart.
However, before he could taste the joy of success, those few light bullets chased after him!
This made Ding Yang couldn't help swearing.
Fortunately, although the speed of the light bullet is fast, the trajectory of the shot is easy to judge, and it is not difficult to avoid it...
But at this moment, Ding Yang felt a chill in his heart.
During the flight, he saw a pair of five or six-year-old brother and sister on a small balcony not far from him. The little boy who looks a little bigger is standing on a small bench, trying to raise his hands up high on his feet, trying to reach a Pleasant Goat balloon wrapped on the clothesline, while the little girl looks worried He leaned on a small bench for his brother.
When he realized this, the sharp whistling sound that seemed to carry the aura of death was not far behind him.
"The two innocent children must not be affected!"
With this in mind, Ding Yang twisted the flying sword, and then spilled a handful of silver beads.
It was originally intended to be refined into a sword pill, but due to insufficient materials and refining methods, the sword embryo had not yet formed.
Ding Yang calmly watched his sword embryos, which were worth more than half a million dollars in raw materials alone, perish together with those light bullets, and then frowned slightly.
Missed one!
Do you use talismans? No, it's too late to construct the spell!
There wasn't even enough time to think about it. In a flash, Ding Yang set up his flying sword and took a bullet.
The powerful impact made him feel as if he had been hit by a train, and he fell down involuntarily.
But even so, he still smiled.
Even though it was just a hasty response, he managed to block all the light bullets.
However, this does not end there.
The screaming sound again made him change his face: that black shadow actually released a second batch of light bombs!
"Run away..."
He could only shout to the two petrified children with a hoarse voice.
But it was too late.
A light bullet passed through the little boy's body, gouging out his right shoulder to his chest, and blood spattered all over the protective glass outside the balcony.
The next moment, the entire balcony was hit by several light bullets and collapsed just like that.
"cough!"
After smashing an air conditioner outer box, a rain shield and several clothes drying racks, Ding Yang finally fell to the ground.
Even though he had a relatively strong physique after becoming a monk, this blow still cost him half his life.
But he still gritted his teeth and supported the wall to stand up, and limped to the mound formed by the collapsed balcony and crashed to the ground.
A small white hand was exposed there.
It was the little girl's hand.
Ding Yang dug up the soil with his hands holding the idea of "maybe there is still salvation".
But there was only one hand buried there.
The girl's body was still completely smashed, only vague flesh and blood could be seen.
"..."
After a while, he folded his wings and turned into a cloak-like black shadow that floated down from the sky. Seeing Ding Yang standing there quietly, he couldn't help being taken aback.
"Stop running?"
He spoke in half-baked Mandarin.
"Seeing my compatriots die in front of me, and running away as if I didn't see it, I will never be able to understand my thoughts in this life."
"I see," Soi Ying nodded, his voice still a bit stiff, but even so, he could still hear the arrogance in his tone: "I knew that killing a few yellow-skinned monkeys would stop you, so I wouldn't have to spend so much time Great strength."
Ding Yang tore off his tattered clothes, revealing his muscular figure and the curse marks all over his upper body.
"Are you ready to struggle to the death?" Soi Ying said disdainfully.
"Death struggle? I—"
Ding Yang sneered, and put his hands together, the curse marks on his body glowed bright white, and started to rotate slowly like gears, gradually transforming the vitality in his body into spiritual power.
"I'm going to kill you!"