The sorrowful clouds are still bleak, and the dark colors do not increase or decrease. There are only a little more drifting raindrops, which bring a little coolness to the depressing atmosphere here.

For a moment, the west side of the attic.

The strong fighting spirit fluctuations not long ago were like fireflies in the dark, quickly attracting several sensitive masters.

"The throat bone shatters, and the sharp blade penetrates the back heart... Tsk! Beautiful, one blow is fatal, there is no room for struggle." Looking at the neat ground around her eyes, the old man in gray put down the corpse in his hand, shook his head and smacked his lips, and made an accurate judgment with some appreciation.

"I said that he has strong close combat ability." Wen Silin frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground, and said with a gloomy face. Of course, the reason for his bad mood was not because of the killing of this earth-level warrior, but because the latter obviously did not take his previous explanation to heart, and dared to approach Tang En so unscrupulously, resulting in the failure of tracking.

"It's just a land-level warrior, let alone a sneak attack." The fat old man with white hair and rosy face seemed to have different opinions, and glanced at the corpse indifferently and hummed lightly without caring.

"The earth level is not weak anymore. Even if it is a sneak attack, it is simply killed without any resistance. Moreover..." Shaking his head, the old man in gray looked around, "Since it was a fatal blow, the fluctuations of fighting spirit we felt before should not be him... Why haven't Old An arrived yet?"

The so-called "San Lao" is naturally "San Qiluo".

Wen Silin and the others were stunned when they heard this. Yes, they could feel the fluctuation of this fighting spirit. An Qiluo, who is also an empty-level warrior, naturally had no reason to feel it. But it has not appeared yet...

"Don't wait." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came. In the north of the attic, an old man with a tall and rigid expression as hard as a stone tablet on the grave was walking step by step.

With a wave of his hand, two bloody iron claws and a corpse in a navy robe were thrown over, "Broken hands and throat, clean and neat, and dead to death."

"Uh... Old An!" Looking at the hands on the ground breaking with their wrists, their bodies cringed and twisted, and they looked like big rats, Winsling and the other two couldn't help but change their expressions and exclaimed in surprise.

"This, how is this possible? From the time we felt the fluctuation of fighting spirit to the time we came here... it was only five minutes at most!" The slightly fat old man looked horrified. He never saw his previous relaxed and casual appearance again, subconsciously shook his head and denied.

"If I hadn't found these iron claws around, I wouldn't have believed it. But now, that's the truth!" The tall old man leaned over and squinted his eyes, showing a few nervous smiles in his cold expression, and gently fiddled with An Qiluo's head that was about to fall off. "This is a real butcher... Look, the fatal injury is a slash between the neck, from right to left, instantly shattering half of An's throat. The force is not bad at all... Beautiful! This can ensure instant killing, and the head will not be cut off on the spot. Or fall off after falling from a high altitude, losing its beauty. Tsk! Perfect!"

He smacked his lips and licked his lips, as if he had a rich meal. Then he was a face of An Qiluo, "Looking at this place again, he should have smashed his back from the sky, so Old An's face was well maintained. Oh, this should be considered a blessing in disgrace. At least there is no need to perform subsequent sewing treatments during the burial..." Wave, "Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Old An's expression was preserved the moment before he died. Well... the pain and shock?"

Thinking about it, the tall old man raised his blood-stained finger and touched his chin to restore the scene. This scene made the corners of his mouth twitch, but the former seemed to be unaware of anything and continued to analyze, "The pain is not difficult to understand. Let me guess, this should be caused by the fact that Old An was cut off his hands before the throat was cut. As for the shock... Old An has seen a big scene, whether it is experience, combat experience, etc., and so on. What did he see that shocked him so much? He was really curious..."

After thinking for a while, the tall old man shook his head regretfully, "What a pity, the battle time is too short, and there is no fresh blood on his iron claws. He was simply killed. In this way, there are fewer clues for analysis... Well, from the moment, we can only know that An old man threw it from a high altitude after being cut off his throat. In other words, Old An and the other person were fighting in the air, and they should be fighting head-on..."

He paused for a moment, took a slight breath, looked up at Wen Silin, who was stunned, and asked coldly, "I think you need to give us an explanation. Apart from being good at close combat, does Tang En really have the strength of the first-level empty level?"

After the words came, the other two old men changed their expressions and looked at Winsling in surprise.

It’s no wonder they reacted like this. An Qiluo’s body was placed in front of him, and anyone could see how he died. In just a few minutes, an empty-level warrior was simply killed, and he was still in the air where he could move forward and retreat freely. This sounds too terrifying... because it means that the opponent’s strength may have an absolutely overwhelming advantage. Otherwise, even if an empty-level warrior cannot be beaten, he should not have a chance to escape.

Wen Silin was also confused at this moment, and he couldn't believe what he saw. However, he finally instigated several empty-level warriors to come together, and of course he would not say that there might be errors in the information here.

Gripping his teeth and gritting his teeth and saying, "There must be something wrong here. Tang En's strength is indeed only at the primary level of the empty level. Well, the master also tried it not long ago, and it would be impossible to be wrong!"

Of course, the three old men knew who Winsling’s master was. Hearing that he brought out all of them, he naturally had no doubt about this judgment. However, while breathing a sigh of relief, the tall old man frowned: "The Sword God has also taken action... and has not been able to kill the other party?"

The fight between Wu Ding and Tang En was too wide, and the news that the Sword God had been to the north could be shaken out if he accidentally did, so Wen Silin didn't dare to say it before. But now these three unknowing empty-level old men reacted and their hearts suddenly sank. Think about it, even if the Sword God couldn't take it, what kind of terrifying strength should the other party have?

Wen Silin quickly explained: "The master only used one sword at that time, and did not use all his strength. Besides, not to mention the strength, you will know how cunning and cunning that guy from an assassin was... Yes, it must be true. Old An must have hit him and was quickly killed."

At this point, Winslin had to infinitely belittle the situation of the fight at that time, and by the way, he would unlimitedly raise Tang En's insidious and cunning image, and like to use cleverness to defeat his opponents. Of course, the latter was completely stress-free...

When the three old men heard this, they looked at each other. Although they were a little dissatisfied with Wen Silin's knowledge, they were not allowed to turn around and leave after being a powerful man of the Win Silin family. In the end, they nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Wen Silin was relieved. While calling his subordinates to put away An Qiluo's body, he said seriously: "Old An's death is an accident and a regrettable warning. I will reiterate it again that Tang En is really sinister and dangerous! You must be careful not to let him get close to you, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

In fact, Wen Silin had said this many times when he came. But the masters were all proud. If Win Silin had not suffered a big loss at Tang En, how could he be so afraid?

So although the four empty-level strong men at that time were easy to write down because of Winslin's background, they actually didn't agree with it. In their eyes, the so-called close combat was just those low-level warriors who had not broken through to the earth level and could not control the huge fighting power between heaven and earth. Only those who specialized in small-scale combat methods were small-scale combat methods.

But now looking at An Qiluo, who was close to their strength, and the bloody mouth on his neck that was visible to his bones, the three empty-level old men dared not be careless at all. They all nodded with a serious expression.

"You stay here to clean up the body of Old An. When this matter is over, you will be transported back and buried immediately... Everyone, let's continue chasing!" After explaining to his subordinates, Wen Silin immediately turned to look at the three empty-level old men, "The restriction on Xia Wei'an has not been resolved, so Tang En cannot run far. It should be right ahead. We will speed up now to avenge Old An!"

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Chapter completed!