C55
C55
The dagger slashed open the swordsman's wrist!
"Ah!" The swordsman let out a blood-curdling screech. The long sword fell to the ground, the meridians in his wrist were broken, and blood spurted out.
However, he did not give up. His body flashed, and he wanted to run away.
However, before he made any movements, his heels were already exerting their strength, and before the force reached his waist, he was unable to move a single inch.
Because the dagger in Cheng Qing's left hand, when it cut through his wrist and rose to a level with his throat, swept horizontally like a bolt of lightning!
Yes, it's the same as the lightning." In the swordsman's terrified eyes, the cold glint of the dagger was like a bolt of lightning. It appeared as fast as lightning, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. It made people suspect that this cold light had never appeared before.
The Blade Master didn't have any doubts, because his throat had already been slashed open by the dagger, causing blood to gush out.
"Cough cough …" The swordsman clutched at his throat, staring hatefully and unwillingly at Cheng Qing. His body slid down the pillars, slowly fell to his knees, and then slanted to the ground.
The Blade Master didn't think that he would die so quickly, even faster than he could take out his sword.
From the moment Cheng Qing's knee had struck Zhang Zongheng, his dagger had blocked the longsword, and his elbow had sent the swordsman flying, and at the same time, he had also followed up. When the swordsman had crashed into the pillar, the dagger had already pierced through the swordsman's wrist, and then his throat.
Trembling behind the counter, the innkeeper who could no longer move his legs had yet to swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Cheng Qing's movements were swift and smooth, not like he was killing people, but more like a brush landing on Xuan paper. He casually drew a line or drew a line, and it was done in an instant.
Zhang Zongheng, who had knocked over the tables and chairs, and had his entire body stained with food, jumped up from the ground and shouted, "Son, you shall die!"
His roar was full of energy, like the ringing of a bell. His movements were so fierce and forceful that it could overthrow a fierce tiger.
However, he didn't charge at Cheng Qing but at the door.
He just wanted to run.
When Cheng Qing was distracted by his shout and focused on his defense, he took advantage of this instant to escape.
It was a very cowardly and shameless action, but it was also very smart.
From Cheng Qing's series of attacks, Zhang Zongheng could already tell that although both of them were at the Second Stage of the Incense realm, he was not Cheng Qing's match.
Zhang Zongheng wanted to run, but failed.
It wasn't Cheng Qing who attacked him.
Someone else had attacked him.
When Zhang Zongheng reached the entrance, he was sent flying by someone's palm and once again fell into the hall. Among the broken dishes and wine table, he was covered in grease, but he did not dare to say anything. It wasn't just that. The way he looked at the gate was also filled with fear.
Cheng Qing had just finished dealing with the swordsman, so he looked towards the restaurant's entrance.
Some people crossed the threshold with their hands behind their back.
He was dressed in rich clothes and had a jade-like face. A smile seemed to be forever hanging on his face. His steps were calm and his bearing was extremely confident.
Such a person was naturally not someone who lived at the bottom of the city.
Cheng Qing recognized this person.
He knew they would meet again.
He just never would have thought that they would come so quickly for the second time.
Wu Hongshan.
Wu Hongshan did not come alone as he had four cultivators behind him.
Cheng Qing glanced over. With his vast experience, he could easily see that those four cultivators were all experts.
As for Wu Hongshan, her breathing was even longer than when she was at the Long Wind Gang's gambling den.