The Magnificent God of War

The ground was stained with blood.

It's all Mr. Black's blood.

There is also that mask, fragmented, and I don't know what material it is made of, scattered on the ground at this moment.

Jiang Ning looked down and said nothing.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the page of the fist sheet on the ground, slid it into his arms at will, and looked up at the big mountain in front of him.

The mountain gate is here.

Mr. Hei almost opened the gate today.

What is it on the other side of the mountain gate?

A hint of curiosity flashed across Jiang Ning's face, but it quickly disappeared.

Now he is not interested in caring about this.

He turned and left, and soon returned to Fang's house.

Several people came back earlier than him. Everyone held a page of the boxing score. It was the boxing score that Jiang Ning had placed in different places. After he left, he arranged someone to calculate the time and collect the score. Take it back.

Jiang Ning received all the pages of the boxing book in his hands.

At this point, all the nine pages of Ji Dao fist score have been in Jiang Ning's hands.

"Master, now the nine-page boxing sheet is ready, you can start to crack it,"

Fang Qiu took a deep breath, wondering what kind of hardship Jiang Ning went through to get the last two pages of the boxing sheet.

He only knew that this was definitely not an easy task.

"Do it."

Jiang Ning nodded.

He looked at Fang Qiu: "Are the mausoleum guards awake?"

"Wake up, he wants to see you."

Fang Qiu said.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything, and gave Fang Qiu the boxing sheet directly, then turned around and went to the wooden house.

The tomb guard has woken up.

I am afraid that the injury of a broken arm will not be able to sustain it by a normal person.

"He escaped."

Seeing Jiangning, the first sentence of the guardian was this.

"Escaped."

Jiang Ning nodded.

He looked at the face of the tomb guard, which was almost the same face as Mr. Hei.

Jiang Ning now understands why his impression is vague.

"I didn't expect that he would run away, and you would let him escape."

The mausoleum guards seemed a little bit unbelievable, but Jiangning would definitely win if he could come back alive.

He knows Jiang Ning's strength.

From his first glance, when he saw Jiang Ning in the cemetery, he felt it, but he didn't expect that Jiang Ning would be so strong that he would make Mr. Hei retreat.

"If he doesn't run, he will have to die."

Jiang Ning said, "Of course, he will die sooner or later. If I said to kill him, I won't let him live."

The person he wants to kill, no one can live forever!

The tomb guard was silent for a moment.

After a while, he sighed: "I heard that your wife is poisoned."

Jiang Ning nodded.

"I can help her see."

"Forget it, thank you for saving my life."

Jiang Ning did not refuse.

The guardian in front of the tomb is obviously closely related to Mr. Hei, with two faces almost the same. If there is no contact, he will not believe it even if Jiang Ning is killed.

"Let's go."

The mausoleum guard stood up, said nothing, crouched and walked out.

Jiang Ning followed him and left Zhongnanshan together.

At the same time.

Deep in Zhongnan Mountain, in a hidden place, Mr. Hei was leaning on the stone, with blood still on the corner of his mouth, and he was breathing heavily.

He escaped.

He escaped unexpectedly.

In front of the ant in front of Jiangning, he chose to flee before serving the Xiyi to cover the shanshan.

"hateful!"

He slammed a fist on the stone in anger, and the blood immediately rubbed the surface of the stone. He didn't know the pain.

He was not reconciled, and even more angry!

Not only because he lost this opportunity and failed to return to the mountain gate, but also because he was so humiliated by Jiang Ning that made him angry.

This is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Jiangning...you will pay the price!"