Chapter 163 Assassination

Outside the Zheng Mansion in Wenyang City, dozens of black killers silently lurked in the surrounding houses. Every black killer's eyes stared at the door of Zheng's mansion, watching one person come in and out, and they were still quietly dormant.

Until a young woman walked out of Zheng's house, the murderous spirit of these people suddenly soared up!

As the young woman walked out of Zheng's house together were two men in the boxer's uniform of the Fire Dragon family, which seemed to be the young woman's bodyguard.

Sultan, the two boxers felt a strange breath at the same time and shouted, "Miss, be careful!"

Dozens of dark shadows flew out of the top floor of the houses on both sides of the street and rushed straight to the young woman!

Two boxers took action at the same time and threw the young woman into Zheng's house. The young woman floated gently and flew towards Zheng's house.

In the blink of an eye, the two boxers were surrounded by dozens of black killers. Although their lives were not in danger for the time being, it was not easy to get out of trouble.

A killer in black soared into the air with a rapid momentum, aimed at the young woman who was flying towards Zheng's house, and a fist burst out.

The young woman's face turned pale, and her panic was all written on her face: "Zhang Yan, save me..."

Bum! A white figure stood in front of the young woman, holding the young woman in one hand and holding a sword in the other to block the fist.

"Arou, go back quickly!" The young man in white raised his eyebrows and looked extremely angry.

The young woman is Zheng Rou. She nodded: "Zhang Yan, be careful!"

Knowing that she couldn't help, Zheng Rou immediately ran back to Zheng's house.

Seeing that the task failed again, the killer in black who had just sent out his fist shouted, "Let's go!"

Dozens of killers in black flew everywhere and fled without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"Where to escape!" Zhang Yan did not chase other small fish and shrimp, but directly chased the man in black who could punch. According to Zhang Yan's estimation, this man is at least a wave-level boxer!

The man in black is very fast and jumps on the roof of the house in Wenyang City, like walking on the flat ground, which further proves Zhang Yan's speculation. Zhang Yan's true transmission from Zhao Jingtian's flowing clouds and flowing water, and the speed is naturally not slow. The two of them flew over Wenyang City one after the other, one black and one white, and saw those ordinary residents stunned.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yan chased the man in black to the suburbs of Wenyang City. The man in black suddenly stopped, and Zhang Yan stopped.

"It's really bold. It's not easy for Zhao Jingtian to have a helper like you." The man in black pulled off the black cloth on his head, revealing a very ordinary face.

Zhang Yan has been a killer for several years. Naturally, he knows that the more ordinary his face is, the less he can be despised. In the Xuantian Kingdom, many smart swordsmen died at the hands of Zhang Yan, who looked like a child. Naturally, Zhang Yan can't make the same mistakes as those people.

"Since you are here, leave your life." As soon as Zhang Yan took action, he did his best!

Red Moon has the spirit of killing blood, and the sword points to the boxer in black!

The boxer in black sneered: "A wind-breaking guy, I'm here to destroy you today!"

The boxer in black did not dodge anything, and his fingers came out and tightly clamped the red moon in Zhang Yan's hand. While the two designated to live in Chiyue, the black boxer punched Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan didn't expect that the other party could hold his red moon, and did not give him any chance to think, so he attacked. He quickly let go of his hand and stepped back a few steps to avoid the attack of the man in black.

"Without this broken iron, I think you fight with me like this!" The boxer in black casually threw Chiyue on the ground, with a ferocious and proud look on his face.

Zhang Yan said coldly, "It's not broken iron. It's called Chiyue!"

The boxer in black felt a coolness going down through his spine and couldn't help trembling. When he found that the chill came from Zhang Yan's cold eyes, the chill turned into anger: "Breaking iron is broken iron. When I kill you, I will take your broken iron to cut firewood!"

The boxer in black stepped on his feet and rushed to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan moved left and right and quickly dodged the attack of the boxer in black. The speed and attack of the wave-level boxer are really not covered. Zhang Yan, who lost the red moon, could only avoid dodging without any chance to fight back.

The strong fist wind of the black boxer kept blowing over Zhang Yan, and blood stains were added to Zhang Yan. After a while, Zhang Yan's blood stained his white clothes.

This guy is also very cunning. When he attacked, he blocked Zhang Yan's direction to retrieve the red moon and did not give Zhang Yan any chance to retrieve the red moon. If Zhang Yan wants to forcibly retrieve the red moon, what is waiting for Zhang Yan must be a fierce and fatal blow to his back!

What surprised the boxer in black was that Zhang Yan went straight to the red moon regardless of the gap in his back!

"Look for death!" The boxer in black no longer hesitated, aimed at Zhang Yan's back and punched him fiercely: "Die!"

Just as the boxer in black thought that he would definitely win, suddenly, a red light flew towards him and passed through his chest without resistance!

Puff! The boxer in black stood still, and his eyes were incredible: "How... can... be like this?"

Zhang Yan turned around and spread his palm, and the red light flew into his hand.

The red light is the red moon.

Zhang Yan still said in that indifferent tone, "As I said, his name is Chiyue, not broken iron. Under the red moon, don't kill the unknown, just report your name.

"Lu...Ming..." Lu Ming, a boxer in black, only felt that his blood had cooled quickly and slowly lowered his head. Blood spewed out from the front and back of his chest like fog, spewing out more than a meter away!

With a bang, Lu Ming fell to the ground. He never thought that he did not die under a fist, but under a piece of broken iron he thought.

"Good guy, there are really two things." A young man looked at Zhang Yan from afar with a smile on his face.

Zhang Yan looked up and down at the man, and there was no murder in the man. But Zhang Yan always felt that he didn't like that guy's smile very much.

That smile is too fake.

Zhang Yan said coldly, "Wu Xuan, are these people sent by you?"

Wu Xuan shook his head: "No, it was found by Master Zheng of the Mixed Yuantang. I heard that they are going to deal with you. I'm very interested, so come and have a look.

"Are you satisfied?" Zhang Yan sneered and gently waved the red moon in his hand.

Wu Xuan felt Zhang Yan's hostility and smiled easily: "Mr. Zhang, don't be too nervous. I'm just here to ask if you are interested in me."

Zhang Yan snorted softly: "Why?"

Wu Xuan smiled and said, "No matter what it is, I am better than your current master Zhao Jingtian, right?" Isn't that enough?"

Zhang Yan suddenly laughed: "You are indeed better than him, but would you rather die for your hands?"

Wu Xuan's face twitched and said nothing.

Zhang Yan turned around and left, leaving a series of unbridled laughter.

A faint blue shadow wrapped around Wu Xuan: "Young master, do you want me to vent this evil breath for you?"

Wu Xuan stood still and spit out a word after a long time: "Get out!"

***

"Arou, why did you go out just now? Don't you know how dangerous it is?" Returning to Zheng's house, Zhang Yan asked angrily.

Zheng Rou looked at Zhang Yan, who was covered with blood, and her heart ached: "It's my fault. I just want to go shopping in person. During this period, you and Grandpa have worked too hard..."

As she spoke, Zheng Rou's tears fell down.

Zhang Yan's anger suddenly dissipated: "Well, just let the servants buy what you want to buy next time. Look, how dangerous it is today. If you really want to go out, call me."

Zheng Rou nodded: "Hmm."

Zhang Yan was trying to comfort him, but there was some movement outside: "I'll go out first."

"Go ahead." Zheng Rou said with tears.

Zhang Yan stroked Zheng Rou's face with a smile and turned away.

In Zheng's courtyard, a burly middle-aged man stood upright. When the breeze blew, an empty sleeve was gently raised.

As soon as Zhang Yan saw this middle-aged man, he smiled brightly: "Brother Mu, what's the matter? Shouldn't you be at the headquarters?"

Mu Beixing smiled and said, "I'm here to give gifts."

Zhang Yan was stunned: "Gift-giving?"

Mu Beixing smiled, hooked his little finger in his mouth and whistled, and dozens of black things were thrown in from outside the wall.

Zhang Yan saw that none of the killers who came to assassinate just now missed the net!