I'm not a theatre god

clang--

The tip of the knife pierced the throat of the first-order law enforcer, as if it were pierced into steel, making a harsh sound of gold and iron!

The fire usurper suddenly felt numb, and a bad premonition came into his heart. The next moment, the law enforcer who lost his balance suddenly twisted around, and a black fist whizzed into his jaw, and the terrifying force directly broke his whole body. People are thrown away!

Broken teeth mixed with blood were scattered on the desolate land. This punch knocked the fire usurper unconscious. He subconsciously raised his hand to steal the opponent's weapon, but he missed it...

He cannot steal someone else's "fist".

The law enforcer himself did not expect that the frontal combat power of these "thieves" would be so unbearable. The confidence in his heart grew wildly, and he suddenly threw out a whip leg!

At this moment, his eyes suddenly went dark!

Losing his goal and direction, his kick could only knock down nothingness, but he almost fell to the ground because he lost his center of gravity.

"What's going on? I, how can I..."

The loss of light in such a chaotic battlefield panicked the law enforcer who had just stepped onto the Shinto path. He raised his hands and groped in the darkness like a blind man, calling out in terror.

Then, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was pressing there.

boom--!

There was a gunshot.

His head exploded instantly, blood and brains splashing on the ground like blooming bouquets.

A wisp of green smoke drifted away from the muzzle of the gun. No. 8 held the gun in one hand and stood behind the collapsed body, with no expression on his face.

"I said, don't underestimate the enemy."

The fire usurper whose jaw was shattered by a punch struggled to stand up, his eyes full of pain.

No. 8 looked at the battlefield aside. Four first-order Bingshindo and four fire usurpers were fighting together. In close combat, Bingshendao had a clear advantage, almost overwhelming the other fire usurpers, and then The attackers could only rely on constant stealing of weapons to barely maintain the situation.

Among the seven fire usurpers who entered the ancient military treasure this time, only No. 8 reached the third level. He snorted coldly and was about to walk towards the battlefield when a voice came from a distance:

"fire."

A piece of rice paper opened in the wind, and a blazing fireball instantly shot out from the word "fire", hitting No. 8's face straight!

No. 8 frowned, and immediately stepped back. A violent fire broke out at his previous location, almost engulfing his figure...

"He's just a first-level calligrapher, he's really looking for death!"

A cold light flashed in No. 8's eyes. He immediately gave up helping the other fire usurpers and rushed towards Pu Wen on the hill. The latter's face was extremely solemn. He took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve again without hesitation. , and just as he was about to open it, the paper disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time, No. 8 tore the rice paper in his hand into pieces and said in a cold voice: "I stole your handwriting, what else can you do?"

Seeing the distance between No. 8 and himself getting closer, Pu Wen subconsciously took a step back and shouted to the side:

"Yan Xicai! What are you waiting for?!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xicai, who had been hiding aside to watch the show, finally took action. He raised his palm with a ruby ​​ring in the air, and spit out a cold word from his throat:

"rub--"

Invisible torque burst out from nothingness, and No. 8's hair suddenly stood up. He dodged to the side without hesitation, but even so, his right hand was still involved!

The sound of broken bones sounded, and No. 8's arms were visibly twisted into twists, hanging limply. He roared in pain, and looked at Yan Xicai with eyes full of rage!

The moment Yan Xicai met his eyes, he turned around and ran away without hesitation!

"Sure enough." Pu Wen's eyes flashed, "Your 'stealing' also has a distance limit... You can steal my rice paper now, but you can't steal his ring. This limit distance... should Less than fifty meters?”

No. 8's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Pu Wen with an unprecedented seriousness... He still underestimated these young people.

This guy has already made a plan against him!

No. 8 gave the fire usurper on the side a look, and the latter immediately understood, immediately stole a few weapons, and chased in the direction where Yan Xicai escaped!

Originally, there were many law enforcers on that path who had not set foot on the Shinto, but when they saw No. 10 charging towards him with murderous intent, they all screamed in surprise, ran to both sides desperately, and forced a way for him. .

"You are very smart, but so what?" No. 8 turned around and said solemnly, "Your teammates don't seem to be that reliable... If he runs away, how will you survive?"

Pu Wen did not speak, nor did he take out the rice paper again. Instead, he kneaded the formula with one hand in front of him and softly chanted: "Wind."

At the same time, under his close-fitting clothes, a piece of rice paper used to protect his life quickly faded, and a whirlwind blew out of nothingness, blowing his clothes away... His figure swayed, and with the blessing of the wind, he moved with astonishing speed. Escape into the distance at a fast speed!

He actually still has rice paper? !

No. 8 gritted his teeth and quickly chased after him. He finally figured out that this young man who wrote about Shintoism was Yan Xicai's think tank and the most difficult one.

No. 10 has already gone after Yan Xicai. As long as he steals the opponent's sacrificial weapon, it shouldn't be difficult to kill him... As long as Pu Wen and Yan Xicai are killed, it will be difficult for this ragtag group of law enforcers to succeed.

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the other side.

Yan Xicai led the two law enforcers and ran wildly into the distance.

"Master Yan, didn't you go to help Master Pu as planned?" a law enforcer asked blankly.

"How can I help? If I don't run away, they will steal my ring soon. How will I defend myself then?" Yan Xicai held the ring in his hand like a treasure, "This thing is very precious... and must not be left behind." into someone else’s hands.”

The three of them ran for hundreds of meters before stopping to take a breath. Yan Xicai was about to say something when his palm suddenly lightened.

He was stunned for a moment and looked down.

That red ring has disappeared...

"Finally I caught up." A voice came from not far away. Yan Xicai turned around and saw the fire usurper codenamed No. 10 playing with the red ring and sneering at the three of them, " Run, why don’t you run?”

Yan Xicai's face suddenly turned pale!

He pushed the two law enforcers behind without hesitation, pushed them towards No. 10, turned around and continued running down the hill!

The two law enforcers did not expect Yan Xicai to be so cruel. They were caught off guard and crashed directly into the door No. 10.

No. 10 snorted coldly, and a dagger slipped from his palm. After taking half a step to the side, he instantly slit the throat of one of the law enforcers. The other person reacted and tried to run away with a scream, but was struck by No. 10's sword. Kill.

Two corpses fell to the ground one after another. No. 10, covered in blood, looked in the direction where Yan Xicai was running away, his eyes extremely cold.