Chapter 573 There is a misunderstanding
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Feijia's eyes had turned blood red, and he couldn't even see the approaching figure clearly. He raised his trembling hand to touch under his body, and found that the area below the waist was empty.
Feijia's eyes gradually trembled. He looked back with difficulty and found that his legs were lying alone a few meters away, separated from his torso...
He didn't even see where the enemy was before he was instantly cut in half.
Feijia thinks he is also a person. After all, looking at the nine realms of mankind, there are very few people who can reach the sixth level. But now he can't even see clearly how he was attacked... This shows that the person behind the The figure in white with the eight-foot brush is most likely also an eighth-level person.
Another eighth level! !
As far as Feijia knows, there are only three eighth-level people in the entire world of mortals. Now, in order to capture him, two of them were dispatched at once, along with a bunch of seventh-level ones... He was just one who was sent to the world of mortals. The spy, inexplicably, started the "Purgatory" difficulty mission.
Feijia was so frustrated at this moment that he scolded all eighteen generations of the Six of Hearts ancestors in his heart, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow it...
With this breath, he moved his body with difficulty with his hands, approaching the teleportation formation that was very close at hand.
Scarlet blood flowed from half of Feijia's body, leaving shocking long marks on the floor. He vaguely saw that the formation was within reach, so he raised his hand and reached into it...
The next moment, a streak of ink flashed before his eyes like a sharp blade. With a flick of his wrist, the entire palm of his hand was cut to the ground lightly.
"Ahhhh..." Feijia cried out in pain.
The figure in white was holding a writing brush, standing in front of him like an insurmountable iceberg, and his lowered eyes exuded a suffocating sense of oppression:
"You...think I don't exist?"
Feijia's eyes were full of despair.
An eighth-level man stood in front of him. Feijia knew that he could not leave alive no matter what. He watched his severed hand fall on the surface of the formation, with gurgling blood staining the lines. The only remaining hand unconsciously Hold tight.
Bai Yi lowered his head and looked at him coldly, his voice sounding like it came from the underworld:
"Besides blowing up the main city's top brass at the venue, what other plans do you have? How many of your men are about to enter the world of mortals?"
Feijia didn't answer. He was concentrating on looking at the formation that was soaked in blood, and strands of spiritual power poured into the floor beneath him. The next moment, a faint shimmer appeared on the surface of the formation!
"Um?"
The man in white felt the fluctuation behind him, and his brows suddenly furrowed. Before he could turn his head to look, Feijia had already moved his body crazily, desperately getting closer to the formation!
He did not try to get into it, but opened his mouth suddenly and shouted with all his strength:
"It's [6 of Hearts]..."
boom--! !
As soon as Feijia opened his mouth, a beam of ink shattered his head. The whole head instantly fell apart and turned into countless tiny blood clots that splashed on the dark floor.
Feijia's headless body fell to the ground with a thud, motionless like mud.
The man in white was holding a writing brush and frowning at the corpse on the ground. The coldness in his eyes remained:
"...not overestimating one's own abilities."
Although he didn't know what Feijia planned to do, the other party obviously planned to activate the formation, either to escape or to convey some kind of message. No matter which one it was, he couldn't let the other party succeed.
Killing a half-living Dufei Jia was just a matter of seconds.
The man in white glanced at the completely extinguished formation, put the brush behind his back again, turned around and walked out of the dance hall...
He picked up the walkie-talkie and said calmly:
"[9 of Hearts], killed."
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the other side.
Chong Qi carried the unconscious Mu Chunsheng with one hand, and Li Ruohong who was trembling with fright with the other hand, and ran towards the distance like flying close to the ground!
"Damn...how did things become like this?? When did they plant the bomb?"
Chongqi felt the terrifying aura coming from the distance, and his heart pounded.
A second before the bomb exploded, Chongqi reacted and used the fastest speed to protect Mu Chunsheng. Then he resisted the bomb explosion head-on and broke through the wall to save Li Ruohong next door.
Mu Chunsheng was immersed in the ecstasy of returning to health at the time, and he was too close to the bomb. Even though Chongqi was faster, he was still hit by the aftermath and fainted on the spot. The good news is that it seems that his life is not in danger now.
"Heavy, heavy... heavy seven." Under his strong arms, Li Ruohong, who was almost incontinent from fright, trembled and said, "Am I still alive? Isn't this heaven?"
"What a fart in heaven!! Don't pee on my hands!"
Chongqi looked at him with disdain and spoke fiercely.
To be honest, Chongqi didn't like this young master Ruohong very much from the beginning, but now that Mu Chunsheng has killed his son with his own hands, Li Ruohong is his only blood relative. Even in this situation, he can't leave Li Ruohong behind. Escape.
"I...I can't help it!" Li Ruohong was crying.
"grass!"
Seeing Li Ruohong's unpromising look, Zhong Qi couldn't help but curse, "With how cowardly this guy is, what else could he be [6 of Hearts]?" Chongqi didn't know what was going on now, but he believed there must be a misunderstanding.
At the same time, a black boulder streaked across the sky like a meteor.
Director Wang Jincheng was squatting half-crouched on the surface of the boulder, his thick black hair blown by the strong wind. He stared at Li Ruohong in Chongqi's hand, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"[6 of Hearts]! Where to escape!"
He jumped down from the surface of the boulder, and as he raised his hand to grab it in the air, the boulder instantly shattered into dense stone thorns, which followed him and shot toward Chongqi!
When Zhong Qi, who was running at full speed, saw this, his face was extremely gloomy. He threw out Li Ruohong in his left hand with his backhand, freed his hand to hold it at his waist, and unexpectedly pulled out an ice sword out of thin air, stabbing the stone in the sky. Swing hard!
Buzz—! !
After a low buzzing sound, these stone thorns were forcibly frozen in the air, like a fan made of frost, and finally crashed straight to the ground.
Li Ruohong was thrown out and rolled twice on the ground. His body was bruised and bruised. He staggered up and screamed in pain.
"Get out of here! Get out of here as far as you can!" Chong Qi stared at Wang Jincheng, who was approaching with an ice sword in his hand, and shouted to Li Ruohong sideways.
"Ah...ohhh!!"
Li Ruohong came to his senses and ran away into the distance!
When Wang Jincheng saw this scene, his eyes were extremely cold, "Do you, the Beidou Consortium, want to protect [6 of Hearts]?"
"What [6 of Hearts]." Chongqi shook his head.
"Director Wang, I think there is a misunderstanding..."