"boom."

The roar of thunder in the dry days broke the silent moonlit night.

Zhang Chu paused suddenly, and he saw that the restaurant, which was like a lighthouse on the coastline under the boundless night, had been completely covered by the sky-sooning fire.

Before he could react, the "bang bang bang" sounded like a "bang bang bang" and even became a whole.

In the blazing fire, twisted figures were blown away by the fierce air waves.

Thrilling wailing sounds one after another...

Gunpowder has been made into various firecrackers in Dali, as an embellishment for the festive atmosphere.

It was not until today that I took off my festive disguise for the first time and showed my hideous true face!

Even Zhang Chu, the mastermind behind the scenes, was filled with shock in his eyes when he looked at the restaurant.

He has seen such a scene.

In the movie...

He didn't know how strong the fifth-rank hero was.

But in such a high-intensity explosion that is almost volcanic eruption, one should not survive!

After all, something like explosives has never been in this world before. It is impossible for them to detect danger in advance and operate the true qi to protect their bodies.

And the Qihai Dahao without true qi protects his body is not invulnerable to swords and guns...

I just hope that the Class B Shadow Guard spy code-named "Lao Suntou" can enter the individual pit in advance and survive.

...

The restaurant has been turned into ruins.

The wooden building was surrounded by raging flames, and countless rubble and residual wood were scattered around it.

Under the jumping fire, countless thousands of Tiandaomen were seen in the ruins.

Some of them have lost their breath, and they are bleeding from their seven orifices, and they are extremely tragic in death!

Some of them have weak breaths and have already fallen into a coma.

Some covered their bloody wounds and wailed weakly.

I could barely walk around, but there were only more than ten.

But he was also covering his wounds, trembling with fear several feet away from the burning wooden building, and did not dare to come forward to rescue his fellow students, fearing that the wooden building would explode!

"Senior brother, why haven't you seen them?"

Zhang Chu walked up openly, hugged a member of the Wanshi Tiandao Sect with a shirt hanging on his back and was covered in blood, and asked in a low voice in pretending to be panic.

The Wanshi Tiandao Sect, who was hugged by him, stared at the burning restaurant with a look of horror. He was shocked when he heard this, turned his head and shouted, "My brothers, have you ever seen it

Master and Uncle Wang?"

"Never!"

"I haven't seen it!"

"At that time, the master and uncle seemed to be right next to the stable, so I'm afraid I didn't escape!"

The Wan Tiandao Sect, who was hugged by Zhang Chu, was extremely frightened when he heard this and shouted: "That's still standing there, why don't you put out the fire? Master and uncle can't..."

"Click."

Before he finished speaking, the senior brother's body suddenly froze. He turned around and looked at Zhang Chu in a daze. The divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Zhang Chu grabbed his cervical spine and landed on his shoulders, stabilizing his body, shook his head slightly regretfully and said, "Why do you have to?"

The people of the Wanshi Tiandao Sect around were preparing to go forward to put out the fire, but they didn't even notice that a spy appeared among them.

But it is true that they are wearing white clothes, Zhang Chu is wearing white clothes, they carry a knife around their waists, and Zhang Chu is also carrying a long knife in his hand. If you don’t look carefully, it will be difficult to tell...

Seeing this, Zhang Chu waved his hand and said softly: "Kill them all!"

His tone was light, as if he was talking to the air.

However, after he finished speaking, a large number of men in black quickly emerged from the shadows behind him.

Their steps were extremely light, and more than a hundred people rushed out, but the many Wanshi Tiandao Sect members in front of them were unable to find them.

“Buzz.”

“Buzz.”

Amid the dense sound of mechanical swagger, more than ten white-robed heroes who rushed to the fire fell to the scene.

"The thief was killed!"

A warrior, carrying several poisonous arrows but did not die. He turned his body in anger and drew his sword to rush towards the men in black.

Zhang Chu dragged his swords out of nowhere and cut off the warrior with one knife.

anger?

If anger is useful, what should I do with explosive packs?

The warrior's failure declared the ambush tonight and came to an end.

Zhang Chu also put the knife into the sheath and shouted: "Finish the knife, count the number of people, don't let one person go!"

No one answered.

More than a hundred men in black quickly dispersed, gradually surrounding the burning wooden building in a net shape. When they saw the white-robed Wanshi Tiandao Sect, whether they were dead or alive, they would first seal their throats with blood.

The poisonous arrow shot over, then chopped off the other party's head with one knife, depriving them of the last chance to cheat. The movements were simple and skillful, with a unique beauty of flowing water.

Zhang Chu stood behind them with a knife, watching them clean up the scene in an orderly manner, and was extremely satisfied.

These hundreds or ten people are the most elite sting guards under the Mule.

They are well-equipped and well-trained. Even if there are very few warriors among them, they cannot shake their status as the best assassin in Xuanbeizhou!

Just killing someone.

A knife can kill.

One arrow can kill.

A packet of arsenic can also be killed...

The identity of a non-warrior is the help of their actions, not a drag.

People have inertia.

When a person is used to solving problems with force and is sure that force can really solve problems, he will gradually despise the force and wisdom of ordinary people. He always subconsciously feels that this kind of muggle, no matter how capable he has, he will turn his hands on his back.

You can kill it in between!

Most of the time, this process is irreversible.

Of course, when the realm of martial arts has entered the third level of the middle, this subconscious mind is already very close to the truth...

Fortunately, the six spear guards of the Blood Shadow Guard currently only need to deal with those lower-level third-grade warriors who hide in the darkness and will cause harm to peace.

...

Four sect guards carried two corpses to Zhang Chu.

"Reported to the Lord, these two corpses were found in the stable, and the suspected targets of Yu Jin and Wang Qian."

Zhang Chu stepped forward and looked at the two corpses in the fire.

A middle-aged man with three inches of scrub on his jaw.

A burly old man with a stunning look on his face and a bit like a Golden Lion King.

The two corpses were lucky enough to have not been burned. Their robes were soaked in the red blood, and they could not even tell whether the material was good or bad. Zhang Chu used Jingyun to pick up the burly old man's robe and saw him strong.

There were blood holes as big as corn kernels everywhere on his chest. When he looked at it, he found that even the temple on his left side had turned into a large dark hole...

The handsome middle-aged man's injuries were even heavier than the burly old man. The carotid artery on his neck seemed to be rubbed by something, and a large piece of flesh and blood were missing...

Zhang Chu looked at the injuries of these two people. It must have been the first moment of the big explosion that he was killed by iron sand mixed with the improved explosive pack.

"Lord, this is finding the sword near the two of them."

As soon as Zhang Chu turned around, he saw a stabbing guard standing behind him, holding a purple-shewn sword shaped like a goose feather sword in both hands.

Beside him, two people worked together to carry a black door-board sword that was six feet long and wide, and was shaped like a slashing saber.

Zhang Chu got up, grabbed the purple sheathed sword, and pulled it out.

"Calm..."

The sound of the knife was clear and pleasant, and the blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the fire light illuminating Zhang Chu's eyes.

Before the knife was completely unsheathed, the sharp and sharp aura stimulated Zhang Chu's courage to get goose bumps on his neck, as if the knife was telling him: You are not my master!

"Good knife!"

Zhang Chu sighed regretfully and even put the knife into the sheath.
To be continued...