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"You're looking for death." Lan Ji shouted angrily, but she was caught by Shuangshuang just now when she left to stop the human skin ghost.
"Weiwei, the current situation does not allow us to mess up. The black blade is dead and dead. At that time, we will go back to report to the young master, let the young master be the master for you, and save your sister. I believe that God control will give the young master face "Shuangshuang persuaded Lan Ji.
"No... how can I..."
Before Lan Ji had finished speaking, he heard a "poof" in her ears.
I saw the prodigal stone wind spouting a big mouth of red blood, and the clothes behind him were pierced from the inside out by an invisible cross, and then his body softened with a plop, and he knelt on the ground with one leg. If it hadn't been for holding the "Lonely" knife in his right hand and supporting the ground, maybe the whole person would fall.
His expression was a little bit painful and strange, the previous arrogance of Xiao Ranxie was gone.
Suddenly, Nie Yun, whose knees fell into the concrete floor, patted the ground with one hand. The body rises suddenly. The next moment he stood on the ground, turned his head slightly, his eyes were deep and unusual, staring at the stunned human skin ghost, and said indifferently: "You want to kill me?"
"Uh." Human skin ghost sweats profusely, glanced at the prodigal son kneeling on one leg subconsciously, and said in disbelief: "How could this be?"
"You won." Three words came weakly from the prodigal son.
Hearing these three words, Lan Ji and the Five Demon Witches were all taken aback, wondering why the prodigal had lost and Nie Yun had won.
And that person Pigui's face changed drastically. After all, Black Blade won, and he revealed his heart to kill him, so is he still alive
"Despicable villain, you are not worthy to be a god-controlled assassin." The prodigal son endured the pain caused by his internal injury, holding the knife and smashing the ghost.
Seeing the human skin ghost, he was immediately shocked, turned around and quickly escaped here, running as far as he could.
However, the prodigal son who smashed with a knife, before he took two steps, another big mouthful of blood spurted out, causing him to stop and watch the human skin ghost leave.
"Cough...cough cough..." The prodigal coughed a few mouthfuls of blood and said in a low voice: "My prodigal, I hate the despicable villain who takes advantage of others in my life."
Nie Yun was expressionless and looked at the prodigal son: "You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered. You and I should be equal in strength, but my swordsmanship can restrain your swordsmanship. There is no victory or defeat between us. At all."
The prodigal son sighed and said, "To lose is to lose. My prodigal son's most arrogant thing is internal strength. I thought that no one in the world can compete with me, but you can take my tenth level of skill. You can see that your internal strength is better than mine. It's still high, I am convinced."
The prodigal who said this paused, then clutched his chest and looked at Nie Yun: "My prodigal has a rule of only killing a target once. If you can't kill it, you will never kill again. Now I defeat you and the mission has failed. So. Your absence is my goal, and we are no longer the enemy. I hope that I will have the opportunity to discuss with you in the future."
Nie Yun didn't care about what the prodigal son said, and now he only cares about one thing, and that is the safety of Su Ting. Just listen to him: "Can you give people to me now?"
The prodigal son looked at Nie Yun and shook his head: "If I tell you, I have never caught any woman, do you believe it?"
"Impossible." Lan Ji scolded angrily: "You didn't catch it, who else would it be?"
Nie Yun glanced at the angry Lan Ji, then sighed and looked at the prodigal son: "I believe you didn't arrest anyone. But can you provide me with a clue?"
"Are you crazy? Do you believe what he said?" Lan Ji stared at Nie Yun incredulously.
"A strong man has the courage to admit that he is defeated, and hates the vile virtue of taking advantage of others. Isn't it trustworthy what such a person said?" Nie Yun asked Lan Ji back.
"Black Blade is worthy of being a Black Blade! Although cruel and cunning, it is not clear. It is not wrong to lose my prodigal son in your hands...cough cough..."
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense." Nie Yun was a little impatient.
"Oh." The prodigal son sighed: "A month and a half ago, I received an assignment from my boss and went to City H, ready to seize Su Qing, Su Jingyi, and Su Ting as a bargaining chip to threaten you. Originally, I was not ashamed of such behavior. However, I owed the boss. But when I went to H city, I found that the three sisters were guarded by masters. Even I was not a united opponent of those people. I did not succeed in the confrontation several times. In the end, I had no choice but to Leave. As for what happens later, I don’t know."
"What kind of master can make your prodigal helpless?" Shuangshuang wondered.
"Yeah, if you can't even hijack my sister and sister, then who else can hijack?" Lan Ji was puzzled.
The prodigal son glanced at the five demon witches, shook his head and said, "I don't know who those people are. But I guess those people should be related to Black Blade. Otherwise, with the background of the Su family sisters, it would be impossible to have so many, so powerful. Where does the master guard?"
At this time, Nie Yun, listening to the prodigal son’s words, could not help but secretly said in his heart: "If it really is what the prodigal said, then Xiao Wuya must have not forgotten what he asked him. After all, except for Xiao Wuya, he would never think of it anymore. Who is it. But the prodigal can't kidnap people, and what kind of master can kidnap people?"
"Can you guess who kidnapped Su Ting?" Nie Yun wanted to hear the views of the prodigal son.
"Don't ask me, I don't know anything." The prodigal son closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then put the short knife away and said: "The victory or defeat is divided, and I will say what I should say. Goodbye!"
However, the prodigal son just turned around and left within two steps, then stopped and turned his back to Nie Yun: "Can I ask you a question?"
"What?" Nie Yun frowned.
"Is it worth it to be an enemy of God's control for a woman?" The prodigal's tone was so plain that he couldn't see the purpose of asking this question.
As soon as this problem came up, the five demons and Lan Ji looked at Nie Yun one after another. Especially Lan Ji, there is a kind of inexplicable expectation in her eyes.
At this moment, Nie Yun turned his head slightly and looked at Lan Ji, without any hesitation, and firmly uttered a single sentence: "It's worth it, I don't know. I only know that someone is going to bully them, and my heart will let me. The sword is out of the sheath!"
Nie Yun was not only answering the prodigal son, but also answering Lan Ji Suwei. Although his words are not so passionate and passionate, they are the most true and simple truths.
"Hahahahaha..." The prodigal laughed and left, and the words of the prodigal were left in the air under the dark night: "The sky is ruthless and the sky grows old, and if a man is sentimental, he will experience the vicissitudes of life!"
The voice of the prodigal son persisted in the night air.
"You scared me to death just now, you..."
"puff."
Before Lan Ji had finished speaking to Nie Yun, she saw that Nie Yun suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of blood, her legs became soft, her eyes darkened, and she fell to the ground.
Lan Ji was shocked and quickly went up to support Nie Yun, and asked urgently: "What's wrong with you?"
Nie Yun and the prodigal son had played their full strength in the previous battle. Each suffered internal injuries. Nie Yun hasn't vomited blood for so long, and it is he who is supporting it. If not, the human skin ghost had already acted on himself, and the prodigal son would not admit defeat so quickly, instead, he would fight again. Because the prodigal son is simply a desperate evil.
"I wipe it, this black blade won't die, right?" Faye walked over, kicked Nie Yun's body, and said depressed.
"Not yet, there is still a pulse." Xinxin touched Nie Yun's neck and said while looking at the sisters.
"This guy looks pretty handsome, how about we play with him while he is in a coma?" Yaoshan gave a smirk.
"Your sister, don't be so shameless, okay." Liu'er looked around, then turned around, and frivolously raised his eyebrows: "However, I like...chuckling..."
Listening to Liu'er's smile, Lan Ji next to her stared at the rotten women with fiery eyes, and scolded, "You dare to mess around, don't blame me and you turn our faces."
"Oh, I said Weiwei, this guy hurt your third sister and should have been killed long ago. What are you doing with him?" Liu Er said depressedly, "Do you like him?"
"What are you talking nonsense?" Lan Ji stood up quickly.
"What are you doing in a daze, watching the duel and forgetting the bitch. Now you are not chasing?!" Shuangshuang said to Liuer and the others, then looked at Lan Ji: "You will stay and take care of him. Right. I'll talk about it later."
Lan Ji couldn't help sighing after watching the sisters go. Then he looked down at Nie Yun who was lying on the ground, and took Nie Yun away without saying a word.
As soon as they left, there were no more people living at the crossroads, and all that was left were broken intestines, blood internal organs, shattered skeletons, etc., which can be said to be a mess. Even the cement road has several cracks. It can be seen how much damage was caused by the previous war. Don't think about it, bj city will definitely explode tomorrow.
And the killer world will be shaken. The plan of action of God Control to send people to annihilate Black Blade was completely defeated due to the fall of almost all the killers, and the death of Bridget, the young leader of the Brotherhood. Even more shocking was that Black Blade defeated the prodigal Shi Feng.
Two kilometers away from the intersection, a man suddenly spewed out a big mouth of blood, and could no longer support him and fell to the ground. He is no one else, but Shi Feng, the prodigal son who fought against Black Blade and left unhurriedly.
Panting weakly, he climbed to the next building wall with difficulty, and then lifted the clothes on his chest, only to see a light red cross mark in the middle of his chest. This mark was left by Black Blade. Don't think this is just a mark of the Dao, but because Black Blade's inner strength is too strong, it has already caused serious injuries to the internal organs of the prodigal son. If it were not for the prodigal son's profound skills, this cross mark would not only be a mark, but a life-threatening weapon to tear his body apart.
The prodigal son, who was leaning against the wall, closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and then began to sit cross-legged on the ground, carefully conditioning, after all, he really couldn't walk now, so he had to control his injury first. After about ten minutes. The prodigal son felt a little better before he opened his eyes and said in a low voice:
"I'm too far from you—"
The prodigal son Shi Feng coughed a few times, then stood up with difficulty, clutching his chest and disappearing into the slowly dark night.