Chapter 15 Assassination in the Alley

The alley is cold and clear. From time to time, the wind blows in from one end, rolling up the dust on the ground. A gray-black thin shadow blocked the exit. The invisible killing atmosphere is overflowing water, a trace of which permeates the whole alley.

On the left side of the alley, at the door of a house, there is a tall sycamore in front of the flowering. The cold wind is bleak. Under the bare tree trunk, a child is sitting on the ground playing pinball. He hangs a Ruyi Long Life Lock on his chest, which shakes with his arms.

Wu Pengwei glanced at the child, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and immediately put his energy on the figure blocked at the exit of the alley.

The other party is taking a big step out of the shadow, holding a dark iron ruler in his hand, which is engraved with strange red patterns.

"Wu Pengwei?"

The guy who came out of the shadow has a long thin face. His eyes are like mung beans, small but bright, and his nose is long, which looks like a horse face.

"Dark Chen?"

Wu Pengwei asked in a low voice, took a deep breath, and clenched the "blue water dragon blade" hidden in his sleeve. His eyes narrowed, and his whole body was as quiet as water.

Seeing that Wu Pengwei did not answer, the other party's pace gradually accelerated, and a trace of green light kept gushing out of his fingers and sleeves, converging into a huge image of a running horse.

Every step taken by the horse-faced man, the speed was one point faster and one point heavier. The ground began to tremble gently. In the end, the roaring wind and the trembling of the ground reached the extreme, and the momentum of the horse-faced man also reached the critical point where the eruption was about to erupt. He shouted loudly, and the iron ruler in his hand buzzed and tore the air. Qi, cut out a black light like practice.

Wu Pengwei's body was slightly on one side, which made the black busier from the splitting face, still staring at the rushing horse-faced man, and his eyes were as far-reaching as the ocean.

The man jumped into the air and gathered all his power on the iron ruler. It rotated like a top in the air. The iron ruler roared the wind, bringing out a black tornado, mixed with a trace of green light. The wild horse roared above the head of the tornado, and the light in the narrow alley was diffused, the wind was blowing, and the dust was flying.

The fat child had been at a loss for a long time. He hugged the big tree and looked shocked, but he didn't even dare to cry.

"Moon Character Ancient Mysterious Techniques - Tornado Madness"

The horse-faced man's voice roared in the wind, and the tornado expanded to the maximum at this moment, carrying the power of thunder, rolling towards Wu Pengwei, who was quiet and motionless.

The speed of the tornado is very fast, and the alley is only about ten meters away. From the force of the horse-faced man to the impact, it only took less than three breaths. It was like a big wave sweeping, which drowned Wu Pengwei's figure in the blink of an eye.

The cracking sound of the air keeps ringing, and the violent tornado tore everything apart.

"Haha, this boy is nothing more than that."

The man in the center of the tornado was overjoyed. When he saw the tornado flood Wu Pengwei, he felt that this task was extremely simple, and it was a waste of time for him and his partner to complete such a task.

He raised his head and was about to laugh when he suddenly found a strange phenomenon.

Wu Pengwei, who was swallowed up by the tornado, seemed to dissipate like a light and shadow, and the iron ruler in his hand did not feel a touch of tearing flesh and blood. In the gray-green waves all over the sky, there was not a drop of blood.

"No, it's the shadow..."

As soon as such an idea flashed in his heart, a figure silently came from behind him and a knife rubbed his throat.

The horse-faced man was surprised, but he was a strong man with a high-level martial soul, and he was not panicked because of it. He blocked the silent blow with an iron ruler in his hand. He hit the empty left elbow and took the opponent's left rib directly. At the same time, his foot was not idle, and he kicked the tibia of the person behind him.

This series of reactions was quickly silent, as fast as fire.

Wu Pengwei, who was behind him, did not expect the other party's reaction to be so fast. He curled up like an ape and dodged a few attacks from the other party, but the "blue water dragon blade" in his hand was inevitably difficult to continue to press down.

The tornado dissipated silently, and the two of them passed by by mistake.

The horse-faced man looked at the iron ruler in his hand. His slender eyebrows could not be entangled into an iron pimple. The thick iron ruler seemed to be scratched by something sharp, and there was a slender opening in the middle, which almost broke it.

The man was distressed for a while. This iron ruler was made of fine iron, which was durable and solid. In the past, he had completed a lot of tasks for him, but now he was almost cut off from it. He was almost mad.

The horse-faced man put the iron ruler in his arms, looked at Wu Pengwei, who was standing quietly opposite, and said coldly, "Kid, you are quite good at it. You dare to break my weapon."

Wu Pengwei was as quiet as water, and his eyes were deep. He didn't say a word, but just stared at the opponent in front of him.

He stood in a delicate position, just in front of the store selling weapons, seven meters away from the other party, and five meters away from the boy who hugged the tree with a frightened face.

Although this distance is not long, it has enough time to deal with the mutation.

The two of them stood at each other, and there was a flash of murder in their eyes.

At this moment, Wang Yaner in the store came out and saw Wu Pengwei's situation, so she wanted to help.

Wu Pengwei quickly shouted in a low voice: "Return to the store, don't distract me."

Wang Yaner was stunned and just wanted to refute, but the horse-faced man opposite rushed to the ground like a horse.

His posture was strange, but his momentum was extremely fearing. When he ran, the clothes on his arms and thighs cracked one after another, revealing muscles that squirmed like snakes.

"Moon Character Wood Ancient Mysterious Technique - Running Horse Crack"

He suddenly rushed forward, and his body rotated, like a sprinting drill. Holding his hands together, he derived countless leaves and plants. Among the numerous plants, he was a galloping dark horse.

When Wang Yaner saw this move, her face was as white as white paper. She was also a martial artist. She knew the power of this blow, at least she couldn't resist it.

A strong force poured in. Before she stood up straight, she pushed Wu Pengwei into the room and pulled the door with her backhand. In the last crack, there were the quiet but far-reaching eyes.

Wu Pengwei pulled the door and suddenly kicked his legs on the wall. With a force on his waist, he walked sideways on the wall like a dragonfly. His whereabouts were er and tortuous, like a withered fallen leaves, and the end of the beating was a deadly blow like a horse-faced man.

The left palm is soft and white, as light as water.

The right palm is red and blazing like fire.

When the ferocious and majestic lion light and shadow jumped on the top of Wu Pengwei's head in an in an swift, a bursting light and shadow had collided with the strong wind from the other party.

It was shocking.

The whole ground is dusty, and the bricks and tiles are cracked and ejected. The dust is like sticky water, permeating the whole alley and it is difficult to open your eyes.

When Wang Yaner hid in the room and couldn't let go of her worries in her heart. When she pushed the door and went out, he only saw a young man in a blue shirt standing in front of the door gasping.

And in front of him, there was a middle-aged man with angry eyes and bleeding.

"Why did you come out?"

Wu Pengwei wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hand. His clothes were tattered, and one of his left sleeve was torn to pieces, revealing his white but not weak arm. The blood on it was dripping, and the strips were all caused by the rubbing rubble that told the spinning.

Wang Yaner frowned slightly, and a slight trace of pain flashed in her blue eyes.

However, this pain soon turned into arrogance. She raised her chin slightly and mocked in a moving tone: "Oh, I didn't expect that the dark horse of the King of Wu Competition and Wu Pengwei of the sunset sect would be so embarrassed. Tut, it's really unexpected."

Wu Pengwei looked at her, sorted out his bleeding left arm, and made no sound.

Wang Yaner didn't like him most. It was a kind of arrogance from the bottom of her heart, arguing and arrogance hidden in her bones. She bit her teeth and wanted to be angry, but at this time, a loud cry caught her attention.

She turned her head and looked. Under a broken thick sycamore tree not far away, a fat child was crying with the trunk in his arms. His face was frightened, tears and snot flowed together. There was color on his left hand, and blood was dripping on the long-life lock on his chest.

Wang Yaner exclaimed, and the subconsciousness about motherhood in her body was completely stimulated. She jumped over with an arrow step. Wu Pengwei, who was sorting out the injury, could not even pull.

"Don't go there..."

As soon as the voice shouted, Wang Yaner came to the child very quickly, raised him and said softly, "Baby, don't cry. I'll take you home. Where is your home?"

What responded to him was a strange face of a child who turned from crying to laughing.

Wang Yaner was shocked and her heart was not good, but before she could react, the child's chubby and dusty left hand was pinched on her neck. The severe pain hit her and immediately made her faint. The child who was still crying on the ground a moment ago raised Wang Yaner's body with incredible strength, and then it was like throwing a block. The bricks easily smashed at Wu Pengwei, who rushed in a hurry.

Wu Pengwei leaned sideways and took Wang Yaner into his arms.

At the same time, the child suddenly opened his mouth, and a series of small blue lights came out of it, silent, making it difficult for Wu Pengwei to dodge.

Wu Pengwei suddenly fell to the ground, and Wang Yaner in his hand rolled far away.

"Haha, boy, I didn't expect that this girl threw himself into her arms and gave me an opportunity to take advantage of it." The child patted the dust on his body and came over proudly. He licked the blood on his left hand with his mouth, as if he were drinking delicious fish soup.

Wu Pengwei curled up on the ground, closed his eyes, his face was extremely painful, and a trace of blood slipped from the corners of his lips.

The child squatted down, with the mature color of an adult on his white and tender face. He groped Wu Pengwei's belly with his hand and said, "Bad boy, you have the ability to be wary of me all the time, so that I have no room to do it at all. Old Ma Tai is so disappointing that he doesn't..."

At this point, the child's voice suddenly interrupted, with an extremely surprised look in his eyes, and his body jumped back rapidly.

But at this time, Wu Pengwei ejected like a leopard, grabbed his throat and said lightly, "Nothing? Are you looking for this?"

He raised his right hand with four slender needles on it, flashing with a blue luster.

"Why can you... prevent my blowing needle..." The child struggled desperately in the palm of Wu Pengwei's hand, and his white face turned red.

"Why? Do I need to tell you, 'dark thorn'. Wu Pengwei's hands were constantly increasing, and his face was as indifferent as water.

"So you all know, hee..." The child suddenly smiled, and a pair of arms like tender lotus root put on Wu Pengwei's palm.

Wu Pengwei only felt a fiery feeling touching, and his whole body tightened. The qi and blood in his body surged wildly at an unimaginable speed and completely lost control.

He couldn't grasp his body, and at this time, the child's hand also touched the top of his head.

"Silly boy, do you think the 'secret thorn' is only this strength?"

The child's pure and lovely face completely changed at this moment, replaced by an extremely uncoordinated and frighteningly twisted face. A pair of eyes of different sizes, a collapsed nose and crooked mouth, and only a scarlet lip was painted with cinnabar.

Wu Pengwei's brain began to feel a twitch, and countless memories were extracted and interpreted.

The spirit of the grimace dwarf seems to be a turbulent undercurrent, silently invading his mind.

"What, you have the blood of a founder?" The dwarf elephant detected something, and his face was extremely frightened.

At this moment, the silver fog in Wu Pengwei's mind seemed to explode. The thick light and shadows transmitted every inch of meridians from his mind into his body like crazy. The violent blood suddenly returned to tranquility, and the invisible storms destroyed the spiritual power of the dwarf.

"Puff..." The grimace dwarf spit out a mouthful of blood. After he could react, his neck was once again restrained by Wu Pengwei. This time, he used a lot of strength to pinch his crisp neck bone at any time.

"Creator? You're talking about the founder. Tell me the reason. I'll give you a way to live. Wu Pengwei asked coldly, with a cold light in his eyes that was different from usual.

"Ha ha, do you want to know..." The dwarf kept smiling strangely, but black blood oozed from the corners of his mouth: "Go find the 'Lord of Dark Chen', he knows everything, haha..."

The dwarf laughed crazily, his voice was from high to low, gradually silent, and his neck drooped feebly.

Swallow poison and suicide.

Wu Pengwei threw away the body of the dwarf, and the body that fell to the ground quickly turned into a pool of blood. In the blood, only one black iron ring was not melted.

Wu Pengwei walked over and picked up the ring. He found a red "chen" engraved on the front and a "ninety-three" number on the reverse.

He sighed, put the ring in his arms, turned his head, and saw Wang Yaner's blue eyes staring at him, as if he had something to say.

"What are you doing?" Wu Pengwei asked angrily.

Wang Yaner blushed and took out a blue-gray scabbard from her arms, which was the scabbard originally selected by Wu Pengwei.

"Here you are." Wang Yaner's voice was as low as a mosquito.

Wu Pengwei was curious: "Why? Didn't you argue with me?"

Wang Yaner raised her head and stared at Wu Pengwei fiercely. She threw the scabbard on the ground and said hatefully, "Do you want love?"

Then, he ran out of the alley.

Wu Pengwei, who was only confused, looked at the scabbard on the ground for no reason.