There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 142 Surprise the Snake (Third)

The moon is bright and bright, and outside the Wutong courtyard, countless torches are surging.

Mr. Zhao Da was dressed in black and stood among the crowd, surrounded by Zhou Dunru in official robes.

Looking around, there were hundreds of soldiers holding torches and crossbows, almost surrounding the entire Indus courtyard.

When it was close to encirclement, it was Mr. Zhao Da who spoke and said that he should come out and die soon.

"Then the monster from the Western Regions is really hiding here?" Zhou Dunru asked.

He was so ruthless that he led a large number of officers and soldiers to follow Mr. Zhao Da's idea to hunt and expel Heiwu hiding in Luocheng. He didn't want to kill this devil, but to expel him from Luocheng. For Zhou Dunru A chance to save yourself from serious troubles.

"Of course." Mr. Zhao Da nodded and said.

As a six-door, he has access to the imperial court and the rivers and lakes. He has as many information channels as a cow's hair, so he naturally has a path to the correct answer.

As soon as Mr. Zhao Da finished speaking, he saw the gate of Wutong courtyard open, and saw a man and a woman coming out of the house. One was a graceful woman in a pale yellow sari, and the other was a black man in a coarse blouse. Thin boy.

"We're coming out." The black thin boy stood in the phoenix trees under the moon, looking at the torches shining like stars all around, and said coldly: "You come to kill me, just come."

His voice was not loud, but it made the surrounding sycamore leaves rustle, which showed the depth of his inner strength, which was really unfathomable.

"Fire the arrows!" Mr. Zhao Da ordered directly and coldly.

As soon as the words fell, the sharp arrows that had been prepared all around shot towards the two people in the courtyard like raindrops. On the second floor of the small building in the Wutong courtyard, sharp arrows shot at his back, arms and legs, and they all fell like straw.

He stood on the second floor without incident and said with a smile towards Mr. Zhao Da: "You guys know a little bit."

Saying this, he held Ning Xia up and down a few times, and then jumped to the top of the small Wutong building, and then went all the way down, along the roofs of houses in Luocheng in the moonlight, going like the wind, and disappeared in a short time not see.

Zhou Dunru was dazzled by watching.

He saw with his own eyes that sharp arrows that were like raindrops were shot at this black kid like that, but it didn't seem that even the layer of oily skin on his body was scratched.

"What kind of martial art is this?" Zhou Dunru asked tremblingly.

When Mr. Zhao Da made this arrangement before, Zhou Dunru was still a little puzzled. After all, he brought hundreds of soldiers and only hunted such a quack. battles.

But seeing now, he couldn't help feeling extremely admirable for Mr. Zhao Da's arrangement.

You must know that martial arts practitioners who have cultivated to a high level are almost not creatures of one dimension to ordinary people. It can be said that they will be killed in an instant, and it is difficult to achieve the level where quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

And long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows have almost become the magic weapon for ordinary people to win against martial arts practitioners.

After all, no matter how fast your sword is, how can you defeat a flying arrow?

Even if you can be faster than arrows, and you can dodge with one arrow, what about three arrows, four arrows, hundreds of arrows and thousands of arrows?

After all, no matter how high a martial artist is, he is still a body of flesh and blood. There is no way to rise to immortality in the daytime. As long as he greets with a bow and arrow, there is no warrior who cannot be defeated.

However, right in front of Zhou Dunru, he saw with his own eyes that this black man was carrying dozens of sharp arrows, and it was like raindrops falling on his body, nothing happened.

It's just as terrifying as Shura ghosts and gods.

"For those who practice martial arts, body training is the easiest and the hardest." Mr. Zhao Da said quietly: "The highest exercise for body training is the Buddha's Vajra Immortality, and the Hetian Mogong taught by the Demon School."

"And this Hei Wu, what he cultivated is Hei Tian Demon Art, which is made of steel and iron, with infinite power, just like the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace. How can ordinary people do anything to him?"

"We made it clear that it is best if he is willing to appreciate it."

"If you don't want to."

Mr. Zhao Da sighed: "I'm afraid you and I may not be able to get out of here alive."

Zhou Dunru listened awe-inspiringly: "Could it be that no one can cure him?"

"Of course there is." Mr. Zhao Da looked at the prefect of Los Angeles under the shining firelight: "The biggest nemesis of Heitian Demon Art is the Buddha's Vajra Indestructible Magic Art."

"It's just that the difference between the two is a quick one. If Hei Tian Mo Gong is fast, he can practice it to the extreme in ten years, and he will be close to invincible in the world, just like the Hei Wu in front of him."

"The magic of King Kong's indestructibility is hard work. Practitioners start from the age of eleven or twelve, starting from entry-level martial arts such as the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt, and they can only touch the threshold of King Kong's indestructibility at the age of 30, and often only at the age of 50. It can achieve great success, and after the great success, it will be the greatest nemesis of Heitian Mogong."

"Just like the Buddhist Kongwu eminent monk I mentioned before, he is the inheritor of the Vajra Indestructible skill."

Zhou Dunru looked at Mr. Zhao Da: "But didn't you say that Hei Wu was on the Jianghu list after he killed the eminent monk Kongwu?"

"That's because the eminent monk Kongwu is really too old." Mr. Zhao Da sighed: "The eminent monk Kongwu is nearly eighty years old, and his blood has declined. The original Buddhist virtues of self-cultivation, coupled with deep internal strength, can live to a hundred years old. It's not surprising that he is [-] years old, but if he really fights Hei Wujiu, even if he wins, he will suffer from internal injuries and die early."

"Kongwu eminent monk ranks No.19 on the Jianghu list. If Heiwu really defeated and killed him with his own power, then his ranking on the Jianghu list will at least replace Kongwu eminent monk's position."

"But now it's only ranked No. 40. It can be seen that there is something hidden in this kill record."

Zhou Dunru was fascinated by the sound, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Why, then tell me, what should we do now?"

Mr. Zhao Da shook his head: "It is our task to scare the grass and scare the snake. As long as Hei Wu can live in Los Angeles with peace of mind and force him out of Los Angeles, it has nothing to do with us."

"If it wasn't for the encirclement and lack of one, if we really wanted to fight Heiwu to the death, with these soldiers under our command, we really couldn't do anything to this Heitian Demon God, and would suffer heavy casualties instead."

"Then why did Hei Wu run away?" Zhou Dunru couldn't help asking after listening.

"It is said that after practicing Heitian Mogong, the practitioner's mind will be greatly damaged. No matter where he goes, someone needs to follow and control him. I bet the woman next to him is his controller." Mr. Zhao Da explained: "Hei Wuhe is invulnerable, but It doesn't mean the people around him are also invulnerable, it's a rat-tosser."

"Secondly, there is no life-and-death conflict between us. If he really kills the Quartet and uses us officers and soldiers as the target of venting his anger, at that time alarming the court, he is tantamount to treason, and there will be real masters of the court coming Capture him."

"At that time, he couldn't eat and walked away."

(End of this chapter)