I'm not a theatre god

"Where did they go?"

Pu Wen shuttled through the wilderness, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, looking for No. 8's figure.

According to the original plan, five law enforcers who had embarked on the Bingshen Way fought against five usurpers. He and Yan Xicai teamed up to set up a trap to kill the leader No. 8. Unexpectedly, halfway through the plan, Yan Xicai was captured by a usurper. The Fire Man chased and escaped.

Just when he thought he had to fight with No. 8 alone, No. 8 ran away again...

As the fight continued, teammates and enemies were gone, leaving only Pu Wen himself.

Boom——!

Just when Pu Wen was confused, a slight tremor came from the sky. He looked up, his eyes full of surprise.

Under the clouds, a black ribbon was gradually returning to the base of the sword hilt, but on top of the ribbon, there was a figure holding one end tightly, as if struggling.

Isn't this the fire usurper?

No. 8's figure quickly moved away from the earth. He looked at the approaching Soldier God Dao Foundation, his eyes full of excitement and madness.

He put his palm into the black ribbon and grabbed it several times, but only found nothingness... But he had no intention of stopping, and he continued to use "stealing objects".

Finally, after he "stealed things" dozens of times, a dark red fragment fell into his palm.

This fragment is about half the size of a palm. Compared with the complete base of the Bingshen Dao, it is equivalent to a stone that slipped from the mountain, but this is the limit of what he can do...

The moment the Daoji fragment fell off, the entire military art library suddenly shook. The black ribbon shattered into nothingness on the spot. No. 8, which lost its support, fell into the air and fell straight to the earth!

"His target is Dao Ji?" Seeing this scene, Pu Wen's expression condensed.

Pu Wen didn't know much about Taoji... Although there is a corresponding Taoji in every ancient Tibetan, they didn't have the opportunity to come into contact with it. They only knew that this thing seemed to be very important to the ancient Tibetan. If a fireman dares to steal the foundation of the Bingshen Dao, it will inevitably trigger a series of chain reactions.

Pu Wen did not think that those beings deep in the ancient secrets of the Bing Dao would let them leave this sea area.

"The fire usurper who stole the Daoji fragments is a third-level one. Now Yan Xicai is missing, and I don't know where that guy Lu Xuanming is... I'm the only one left, how can I deal with him?"

Pu Wen glanced at the opposite direction where No. 8 fell, and then looked at the battlefield still fighting aside, and suddenly felt a little headache.

The melee between the law enforcers and the fire usurpers is almost over. Three of the five law enforcers who have set foot on the Bingshen Way have been killed. Two people on the fire usurper side have also died. The remaining ordinary law enforcers have suffered countless casualties. There were only a few three or four figures left who were still fighting, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Pu Wen made a rough calculation and found that of the more than 70 people who originally entered the ancient Tibetan area, there are currently no more than ten alive... In the past hundred years, there has never been such a tragic death or injury in the ancient Tibetan trial of the soldier's path.

The group of law enforcement officers in Aurora City also thought of using this opportunity to train more law enforcement officers to restore their vitality. Unexpectedly, all these seedlings died in the ancient Tibetan area!

If this ancient treasure was opened, wouldn't the three law enforcement officers be frightened to death on the spot?

Pu Wen shook his head, threw all the messy thoughts behind, and rushed straight towards the direction where No. 8 fell... The two sides were fighting to this point. If the most difficult fire usurper was not dealt with, no one would be able to leave alive. go out.

at the same time.

No. 8, who fell from the sky, tightly grasped the Daoji fragment, and grabbed the ground below with his palm.

The hard stone was stolen in an instant, leaving only the soft sand below. He fell heavily on it, and large amounts of dust flew away.

Even though the bottom was soft, it still knocked No. 8 hard. He staggered up from the ground, feeling pain in his internal organs... But when he looked at the fragment of Daoji in his hand, he still felt joy. .

mission completed!

After stealing the basic fragments of the Bingshen Dao, he should be able to advance a lot in rank this time when he goes back, maybe he can even enter the top five.

Just when No. 8 was secretly happy, a roaring sound suddenly came from behind his head. He felt a chill on the back of his neck and rolled forward without hesitation!

Cha——

A long knife grazed No. 8's scalp, shaving off a large area of ​​blood.

Before No. 8 could see clearly who was coming, the spatula light struck again at an alarming speed. Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. With a lift of his fingertips, the cold light that reached the center of his eyebrows disappeared out of thin air. And was held in his palm.

But that palm seemed to have anticipated the disappearance of the weapon. Not only did the attack not stop, but the palm of the hand resembled a knife, with steel-like black covering it, and it struck at No. 8's face like lightning!

No. 8 immediately swung his knife to block the gap, and the blade and palm wiped out a burst of dazzling sparks, but the terrifying force still sent him flying several meters away!

After all, No. 8 had rich combat experience. He adjusted his body in mid-air and finally landed firmly on the ground... He looked up and looked ahead. A young man in black clothes and black trousers was standing there. He shook his head coldly and was chopped. Red palms.

"Have you been avoided..." Lu Xuanming's brows were full of solemnity.

"Is it you?" No. 8's eyes flashed coldly.

Lu Xuanming's attack just now came too suddenly. It was as if he had always been hiding by his side. When his vigilance was at its weakest, he suddenly attacked... If No. 8 hadn't been so experienced in actual combat, he might have been beheaded instantly. .

But now he has escaped a disaster, and the two sides have distanced themselves... Under this situation, the balance of victory can no longer tilt towards Lu Xuanming.

"A law enforcer who has just stepped onto the first level dares to plot against me." No. 8 slowly straightened up and clenched the long knife in his right hand, "As expected of the son of the famous law enforcement officer, his courage is commendable ...It’s a pity that you have no chance.”

Lu Xuanming frowned, stamped his feet on the ground, and rushed towards No. 8 like a beast.

No. 8 stood calmly, grabbing the void in front of him with his right hand:

"Stealing 'Light'."

Lu Xuanming's eyes instantly fell into darkness.

The target disappeared and the environment disappeared. This sudden change caused Lu Xuanming to stagnate. At the same time, a whistling sword light struck his neck!

It was his own knife.

Lu Xuanming didn't even think about it. The [Iron Clothes] covered his skin instantly, and a sharp feeling pierced the hard iron clothes. His whole body was cut to one side by the knife. Just as he was about to roll over to resolve the force, a clear bullet was loaded. The sound sounded.

Click——

Oops!

A thought flashed through Lu Xuanming's mind, and the next moment, a bloody flower burst out from his thigh!