Zhao Na frowned, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
"Damn it, I'm really blinded."
His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked towards Zhu Mo in the distance.
At this moment, she no longer felt how handsome Zhu Mo was. She only regretted that she should have broken his neck when she first saw him.
Now Zhu Mo looked at him as if he was staring at a wild dog that was about to be beaten to death, without any emotion.
"Do you have time to look somewhere else?"
Han Ningchu's fist attacked again, and Zhao Na quickly dodged to the side.
But even if he dodged in the first moment, he couldn't catch up with Han Ningchu's speed. His arm was scratched and turned into a bloody mess.
"Hiss!" Zhao Na gasped in pain. This woman was even more terrifying than a beast.
Zhao Na knew that if she was really hit by a punch, she would die miserably.
Generally, saints have at least one powerful ability.
But until now she has not figured out what Han Ningchu's characteristics are.
Apart from delivering a few earth-shattering punches, she has no other means of attack.
If you know her identity, you can guess what her abilities are.
Although Zhao Na didn't know much about the main figures of the major forces, she was definitely a genius that only appeared once in a century in her comprehension of martial arts.
Since childhood, he has learned martial arts from his father in the mountains, including the four major families of Yan State and major forces at home and abroad.
"Damn it, what kind of martial arts does this woman use?"
Exhausted, Zhao Na barely dodged another attack from Han Ningchu.
But this blow injured her head. A piece of flesh and blood fell off her scalp. She felt a dull pain in her head and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
After Han Ningchu's few punches, the crematorium was in a mess. The ground was overturned and bricks and rubble on the walls kept falling to the ground.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhao Na was too weak to get up.
She could only use her elbow to barely support herself on the ground and was no longer able to dodge Han Ningchu's attacks.
At least for now, Han Ningchu is the strongest saint she has ever seen.
It seems that she would not be so miserable when meeting other saints, and she can still fight for a few rounds.
But facing Han Ningchu's offensive, she didn't even have a chance to breathe and could only be beaten.
It's like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
"Who are you?"
Looking up at Han Ningchu, Zhao Na asked weakly.
At least before she died, she wanted to figure out what kind of saint Han Ningchu was, as he made her, a master of martial arts, die without being able to figure out her martial arts.
Han Ningchu looked down at Zhao Na and had no intention of telling her her name.
He pinched Zhao Na's neck and applied force slowly. The sound of broken bones was heard and Zhao Na died instantly.
Han Ningchu put down his hands, took off the black gloves he was wearing and threw them on Zhao Na's face.
[Reward completed.]
Chu Tian's luck value is deducted by 2000, and the villain value is gained by 2000 points. 】
[Complete achievement: Villains team up. Obtain 500 Villain Points.]
at this time.
On Mount Qitian in the distance.
Mr. Zhao and Wang Dazhong were preparing for the funeral of the third son.
His weathered face was full of regret. He should have brought the third brother to Tianjing City.
He had to pretend to be cool and stand up for Chu Tian by going to his door and seeking death.
"Brother, the vice leaders of the Qi League have been asking to see you. The Red Sun people didn't pay them a penny of the money they promised when they left."
Wang Dazhong threw away the ringing phone and said calmly.
"That's just their fault. Five billion is already a lot. They really thought the Red Japanese would take that much money. Humph, what greedy guys."
"Human beings are so greedy."
After saying that, Lord Zhao suddenly remembered something, and his face became a little gloomy: "Oh, right, second brother. Hurry up and ask Gong Zhengyue to pay the 3 billion that he promised!"
"It's been so long, and he still hasn't called. If it weren't for my help, he would have died in the Zhu Family Ancestral Hall!"
“Uh…” Wang Dazhong blushed and replied perfunctorily: “I’ll go and urge them again.”
"Well, that's three billion. Tell him to pay it back quickly, or he won't have money to eat!"
Mr. Zhao would puff out his beard and glare, and whenever he talked about money, he would be very serious and show no mercy.
As he spoke, the black wooden pendant hanging on Mr. Zhao's chest began to flicker and produce a strong vibration.
Seeing the black wood shaking violently and flashing around like crazy, Lord Zhao's face turned pale instantly.
"Brother..."
Wang Dazhong's brows were twisted into a knot, and his eyes were full of confusion and anxiety.
The last time he flashed was in Tianjing City, when the third brother died at the hands of Zhu Qing.
The blood of their three brothers, Chu Tian and Zhao Na, dripped into this piece of black wood.
If just one of them dies, he'll have a violent reaction.
Lord Zhao's face turned pale and he looked terrified. His voice was trembling. "Is it... Chu Tian or Zhao Na?"
"No, at least we two seem to be fine..." Wang Dazhong, with a dull look in his eyes, shook his head like a rattle.
"No time! Come on, get ready and go down the mountain! See if you can save him. I'll go and do some magic to find a place."
After pulling up Wang Dazhong, Mr. Zhao hurried into his room.
When he opened the door, thick dust blew in his face, choking Mr. Zhao and causing him to cough uncontrollably.
“Ahem…”
There is a statue in front.
That statue is not a Buddha statue, nor is it a traditional deity of the Yan State.
Instead, it was a statue of an extremely ugly demon with fangs showing.
In the middle of its left hand is a huge sword, which exudes powerful power and is engraved with many mysterious patterns.
There was bloodthirstiness in those blood-red eyes, and he was wearing a hooded robe.
And there were cracks all over its robe.
There is a dark purple mark on its forehead, which looks very strange.
Mr. Zhao stood in front of the statue and bowed three times respectfully.
Then he clapped his hands vigorously and muttered an inhuman spell.
The statue seemed to feel the call, the dark purple mark on its forehead flickered slightly, and wisps of black air drifted out from it.
The black energy attacked Zhao Gong and penetrated into his forehead. Zhao Gong clenched his teeth in pain.
Soon, the same dark purple mark as the one on the statue's forehead appeared on his forehead.
"ha!"
He roared loudly, his tightly clasped hands began to shake violently, the mark on his forehead cracked, and terrifying eyes appeared.
The purple eyeball began to spin faster and faster, and Mr. Zhao's face turned as pale as paper.
Black blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Zhao Na..."
He uttered two words with difficulty.
The eyes on the forehead began to search for Zhao Na.
Using this move will shorten one's lifespan. As long as one says the name, the devil's eyes will help him find the target.
So Duke Zhao hurriedly chose his daughter, who was more important to him, and began to look for her.
After the search, he wanted to quickly end this evil magic.
Otherwise, his life would be burned out.
"Brother! I'm ready!"
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