grab a world

Chapter 321 The sword rises and the breeze passes.

"Don't let him run away." Cheng Lixue said.

"Don't worry! With Lamborghini's speed, you can catch up in a minute!" Yang Jianqiang put his sunglasses on his forehead, stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel with his left hand, and put the half-cut cigar in his right hand. In the mouth, it was about to be ignited.

"Don't smoke, hurry up and drive." Cheng Lixue cast a cold glance at Yang Jianqiang.

"I'm not your subordinate, how can you control me so leniently?" Yang Jianqiang curled his lips and complained silently in his heart.

Cheng Lixue didn't look at Yang Jianqiang's expression, and was staring at the road ahead.

Yang Jianqiang suddenly felt a little cold, and couldn't help shivering. Although he felt a little upset at the moment, his movements were still very quick. He immediately put down the cigar in his hand, and focused on chasing the man in gray who was driving away.

"Miss Cheng, you should take away your supernatural powers first! If my hand freezes, we won't be able to continue chasing it."

Only then did Cheng Lixue relax from the fighting state just now, and put away the aura she had scattered.

Yang Jianqiang stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to catch up. The Rolls-Royce Fang Muye gave them was no less than Lan Jianying's Bugatti Veyron in terms of speed. Of course, Yang Jianqiang's self-confidence stemmed from the strength of the Rolls-Royce. motivation.

At this moment, the man in gray clothes was nervously pressing the display screen in the car, until he saw the direction where several red dots gathered, he immediately turned the steering wheel and drove to another road.

"Didn't you say you could catch up in a minute, why did you lose it now?" Cheng Lixue said.

Although the Rolls-Royce was much faster than the black truck, the black truck used its size advantage to rampage along the way, causing a series of accidents that forced the Rolls-Royce to a stop. At this moment, after Yang Jianqiang took a detour to avoid it, he was no longer visible. Traces of black trucks.

"Don't worry, he can't escape!"

After Yang Jianqiang finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called Feng Buhan.

"Hey, Old Feng, check the current location of the black truck that caused the serial accident on Hua'an Road just now, and tell me the path of this car."

"Got it, don't worry, I will reply within 1 minute." Feng Buhan said.

"I don't believe in your 1 minute now." Cheng Lixue teased from the side.

Feng Buhan was more reliable, he did what he said, and immediately told Yang Jianqiang the location and route of the black truck, because Feng Buhan had already received Fang Muye's notice and ordered the police to monitor the road conditions.

Because this time it was Fang Muye's action arranged on behalf of the Special Management Office, Feng Buhan did not order the police even though the Nightingale Organization caused such a commotion in the urban area. Communicate intelligence.

After Yang Jianqiang knew the location of the black truck, he immediately drove to the viaduct in the southeast direction.

"Hand over the spirit-gathering talisman, and then follow us without a fight, or your corpses will be thrown under the bridge and crushed into mud."

The third-level cultivator who spoke had a pale face. Although the aura on his body gave Lan Jianying a heavy sense of oppression, Lan Jianying felt that there was a faint breath of death in this person.

Lan Jianying clenched his fists again, thinking that if this person had physical problems, he might be able to fight, but there were two second-level cultivators of the same level behind him, and he absolutely couldn't fight at the same time by himself. Deal with so many people.

"We can give him things, but we can't go with him, and we can't fight him. What should we do? Fang Muye sent you to escort this spirit-gathering talisman. I must have left you behind. Since he doesn't come over in person, then Did I give you some attack talismans or defense talismans or something like that?"

Lan Jianying asked Zi Xiao with hope.

"No."

Zi Xiao answered neatly.

Lan Jianying sighed, but did not despair, and continued to ask: "Since you are Fang Muye's subordinate, you must also be a cultivator. What level are you now, can you fight?"

"Level [-], can fight!"

Zixiao seemed very confident, and from her point of view, her current realm was essentially level one.

Lan Jianying was completely desperate, and thought to herself, "Fang Muye didn't want to use me as cannon fodder to send me to death, shit cooperation, but why did he send such a simple girl to die with me?"

"I've given you enough time to think about it. If you don't hand it over, then go to hell."

After the third-level powerhouse finished speaking, he stretched out his withered right hand, and attacked Lan Jianying at an extremely fast speed, pointing directly at Lan Jianying's head.

Lan Jianying couldn't care less about life and death, so she could only bite the bullet and go forward, handing her back to Zixiao.

"Although we met for the first time, I hope you can survive."

This was Lan Jianying's last words before the action. I don't know why, maybe it was the reason why he successfully escaped the bullets on the Bugatti Veyron before. He hoped that there would be another miracle and bless Zi Xiao to survive.

After Lan Jianying started to attack, the two second-level cultivators in the rear also moved together, pulling out two Japanese swords taken from the car. He rushed forward to the right and chopped at the two of them.

"The weapon I hate the most is the Dongying knife."

After Zi Xiao finished speaking, she still stood there without taking any action.

Suddenly a gust of wind passed by.

The summer breeze did not bring the slightest bit of coolness, but instead made everyone here feel a little stinging.

Not like scissors in February, like snow in the twelfth lunar month.

As the wind passed, the two Japanese knives shattered into twelve pieces and scattered on the ground, without any aura.

The blade was scattered on the ground and turned into 24 fragments, each of which reflected the midday sun. Before the two people who were still holding the hilt realized what had happened, their eyes were stung by the light refracted by the fragments, and they stopped walking. .

Then the two found that it was not the eyes that were hurt by the sunlight, but every corner of the body was hurting. There were dense wounds on the two of them, as if they had been cut thousands of knives with a thin sword. In the blink of an eye, they became Killed two blood men.

Zi Xiao looked back at Lan Jianying. Although she didn't see what happened just now, the breeze she was blowing had already told her everything that happened between the two of them.

The third-level cultivator with the corpse's face gathered his spiritual power into his palm, and slapped Lan Jianying's head with his palm.

Lan Jianying also gathered all the gold-type spiritual power in her body, and instead of choosing to block, she punched the opponent's chest instead.

"I can only fight like this. I'm resigned to my fate. At least I'm from the gold department, and I'm iron."

Lan Jianying thought so.

The breeze passed.

Punch your chest and drop your palms to the top of your head.

The man in black flew upside down and landed.

Lan Jianying's face was covered with blood, and she stood still.

(End of this chapter)