On the roof, the short assassin was being chased by enemies rushing up from left and right. As he ran, he shouted: "You can't run away." Everyone heard that his voice sounded childish, but his breath was smooth and long.

, shouted out, and the echoes echoed around. It was a symbol of extremely advanced internal skills, and everyone was frightened by it, no matter which high-ranking family it was.

In just a short moment, the huge chaos spread further. As the highest-level warning arrow belonging to the "Baofeng" was fired, important people in half the city vaguely noticed the changes here.

In a room on a street farther away, the old shopkeeper Jin Yongsheng, who was discussing important matters with someone, frowned and looked out of the window. A little further away, in Zhonganfang, Shi Baofeng also learned of the situation not long after.

After the development, almost all the masters from the "King of Equality" system came here.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the crowd was in panic. Jiang Bing hugged Shi Weiyang and ran toward one end of the long street, which was the direction of the medical center where Yan Tiehe was housed. At the moment, both the doctors and the people who had received the order were rushing from there.

Come.

In the narrow road next to a sewage channel across a shop, Ning Ji rushed through the panicked crowd with a knife. From time to time, someone fell into the muddy water next to him, and some guards who happened to be surrounded by him were hacked to the ground by him.

, through the narrow alleys between shops or through open doors and windows, he could see the people guarding Shi Weiyang running parallel to him.

In just a few moments, he dragged the people who were guarding Shi Weiyang back and forth through the chaotic streets at high speed, injuring some people with ruthless means, but in fact, leaving behind

The time given to him was already very short.

Among the members of the other party, it is not that there are no masters, but they are either insidious or life-saving. In this short confrontation, most of them were frightened away by their own fighting style or restrained by the little bald head, but at this time, there were also more or less...

After a few blows, my chest felt tight, my arms ached, and there were two wounds on my back bleeding.

When he picked up the longbow, he only took two arrows with him. Occasionally he would rush to a high place to draw the bow and shoot, but he did not find the best opportunity.

If you procrastinate any longer, it may be difficult for you to leave.

A chaotic figure suddenly flashed before his eyes. Across the street from a shop, Jiang Bing, who was holding Shi Weiyang in his arms, ran past the somewhat lame... Yuwen Feidu.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

While Jiang Bing was holding Weiyang in his arms, Weiyang was still running. The guest officials and masters guarding them were brandishing swords and guns, intimidating pedestrians on the roadside to avoid them. They did not realize the identities of the tourists hidden among this group of people.

"He must die," Ning Ji shouted, "Don't let him live!"

The ferocity hidden in his bones had been fully aroused at this time, and his shouts were filled with a strong smell of blood.

However, Yuwen Feidu, who was standing by the roadside at the shop, didn't seem to pay attention to the crowd in the middle of the road. He just looked at Ning Ji seriously and seemed to say something seriously.

Ning Ji ran forward, gritted his teeth, sheathed his sword, and drew his bow. The moment he rushed into the next shop, a shadow of a stick whizzed down from the sky.

Ning Ji swung his bow fiercely and blocked. He put force on his feet at the same time, jumped forward, turned around, and tried to fight back.

The shadow of the stick swept across like a storm, swallowing downwards in a diagonal line from the window sill on the second floor. Before it hit the ground, the opponent used superb lightness skills to use its strength to pounce on the wall. In the blink of an eye, Ning Ji was struck by the stick several times.

With several sticks, he was beaten and rolled along the path, even smashing many wooden boxes and benches placed here.

Ning Ji curled up, feeling the sweet taste in his mouth, and rolled a few times among the debris. Looking over there with the corner of his eyes, he saw someone walking towards him with a long stick in his hand. It was Tong who had already forged hatred for a long time.

Li Yanfeng, the "Monkey King" of the mountain.

"It's such a big battle. It's really a surprise to see you." Li Yanfeng's voice was slightly hoarse, he was very charming, his eyes were cheerful, and he walked over.

Ning Ji clutched his stomach and huddled on the ground. After spitting out the blood from his mouth, he suddenly shouted again: "He must die! Kill him."

At this moment, what he was thinking about was actually shouting towards the front of the street.

Li Yanfeng frowned slightly and looked around: "Who are you talking to?" But his steps did not stop at all. As he got closer, the shadow of the stick rolled up and whizzed down at the young man on the ground.

Ning Ji drew his sword, rolled over, and retreated. At this moment, a figure came over from him, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and twisted it with Li Yanfeng's stick, causing it to break into pieces and fly away, but the man didn't show any signs of it.

After retreating, the moment when the shadow of Li Yanfeng's stick came, he hit Li Yanfeng on the head with a punch. The wind of the punch roared, and Li Yanfeng suddenly stepped back three steps, holding the stick and frowning to look at the person coming.

The figure who suddenly appeared was in his thirties, with dark skin, a well-proportioned and strong figure. He threw away the half-length bamboo pole in his left hand and spoke seriously.

"How long are you going to fool around?"

This sentence is obviously directed at the young people on the ground.

Li Yanfeng frowned. The opponent had very little skill in using weapons. Just now, the bamboo pole was broken by him as soon as he blocked it, but the punch that followed was leisurely, and he didn't even block his own swing.

For a moment, if he hadn't taken back the blow and had been replaced by the opponent's punch, he intuitively felt that the consequences might be disastrous.

At the moment when he spoke, it was clear that there was a powerful enemy in front of him, but this dark-skinned man was still looking back.

"Who are you? How dare you come to take this issue?"

Li Yanfeng asked.

At this moment, he could know that the surrounding members of the "Equality King" were also rushing towards this direction.

The dark-skinned man turned his head and looked at him.

"...I was there the day your father was trampled to death."

"..."

Li Yanfeng hesitated for a moment.

The next moment, the entire long street heard the violent roar of the "Monkey King". The sound spread out in all directions with the drum inside, making people feel a chill in their hearts. Behind the store, this quasi-grandmaster level

The master was like a crazy angry ape, rushing towards the black enemy in front with a crazy offensive.

The opponent came with a heavy punch!

…

Still near the tea shop filled with smoke and dust, Yan Yunzhi, covered in dust, was quietly leaving this chaotic area, trying to blend in with the people fleeing in the distance.

In the previous period, she tried to find her cousin Yan Rong, but after experiencing such severe torture and being involved in the subsequent explosion, when she was found, her cousin was no longer alive. At this moment

, she didn’t know who to hate, but in a dangerous situation, she could only try to leave with the most cautious attitude.

Occasionally, she could hear the cry of the "assassin" in the wind, relentlessly trying to kill Shi Weiyang. She could tell that this young man was obviously Long Aotian. She was so shocked that even she became a little confused.

I understand when the other party and Shi Weiyang had such a deep hatred.

She sneaked out and reached the alley behind the teahouse, trying to walk away. At a certain moment, someone suddenly spotted her. It was a figure that was being hunted by three people. One of them was actually a guest-level expert under the "King of Pingping". Look carefully.

After looking at her for a few times, he frowned and said, "Miss Yan..." His tone sounded a little proud.

The three opponents came over with weapons in hand.

A figure fell silently from the sky, followed by several heart-stopping heavy punches. Two guards were knocked to the ground. The guest, who was quite famous in the world, was pressed against the wall.

A few punches almost drove his head into the wall.

What suddenly appeared was a young woman with a strong, plump figure and dark skin. She was dressed like an inconspicuous country girl. She looked at Yan Yunzhi for a moment.

"Is he so angry just because of you?"

"ah……"

Yan Yunzhi frowned, not understanding what the other person was talking about...

…

The battle that broke out on the long street that afternoon started quickly and was fierce, but at a certain moment, it suddenly broke up.

But the chilling atmosphere did not stop.

Half of the city, the high-end combat power under the command of the "King of Equality" has been mobilized.

Groups of soldiers cordoned off the neighborhood, and people on the streets were driven away and placed under house arrest.

When the evening sun shone over, on the street guarded by groups of soldiers, the car of "Equality King" Shi Baofeng arrived. A clean shed was set up next to a shop in front of the street, and Shi Weiyang was lying in it at this time. In fact,

Shi Weiyang had his arm cut off and it was not appropriate for him to move around. "One-word electric sword" Jiang Bing saw the assassin's brutality and led him to the end of the street where there were more companions. He was also afraid that the assassin would draw his bow and shoot arrows here at any time.

But after the assassin left, more companions had arrived, and everyone formed a human wall, and then asked the arriving doctor to provide first aid treatment immediately.

At this moment, Shi Weiyang was covered in bandages and was lying quietly on a bed made of a stall next to the street. His face was pale and breathless. He had lost too much blood. It was extremely difficult to say whether he could continue to live.

matter.

Shi Baofeng walked here step by step, slowly and with difficulty. He looked at his son on the bed for a long time, and then suddenly spoke.

"Where's the hand! Where's his hand!"

A servant quickly brought the arm that had been cleaned out from the ruins in a box. Shi Baofeng picked up the severed hand in the box, held it up in front of his eyes, and looked at it tremblingly for a while. After that, his arm seemed to be in an instant.

He hung down as if he had no strength left, leaving his son's severed hand on the ground beside him.

"Who did it? Who did it?"

Jin Yongsheng walked over from the side and whispered a few words to him. Shi Baofeng was slightly stunned, and then said: "Invite the Monkey King."

Li Yanfeng was led from the side. This quasi-grandmaster who had participated in the long street battle before did not seem to be in good condition. He was beaten by Meng Zhuotao a few days ago and vomited blood. Today's fight, Although there were no obvious scars on his face, his overall condition did not look like he was being taken advantage of.

The two parties met and bowed, and Shi Baofeng said: "May I ask the Monkey King, who was the one who assassinated my son?"

Li Yanfeng looked at him and was silent for a moment: "...he is from the southwest."

"..." Shi Baofeng's eyes were solemn, and he looked at Li Yanfeng for a long time, and finally said: "How can we see it?"

"Because the other party said...he was there the day my father was trampled to death."

Li Yanfeng gritted his teeth and spoke every word.

Shi Baofeng nodded.

After a while, he took a deep breath, looked at the dusk clouds, and clenched his fists.
To be continued...