The screams came from a small alley not far away, which was pitch black and could not see any fingers.

The voice is shrill and sad, which makes people move.

Mo Qiu's eyes flashed, hesitated for a moment, then he leaned down and jumped quietly towards the alley.

In Heihu Hall, there are not many people with him who are kind-hearted, and Mr. Ding is one of them.

What's more, he is skilled and brave.

If it were a year or two ago, he would have been away as far away as he encountered such a thing, even if Mr. Ding was familiar with him.

It's not the case now.

After killing the two masters of the one-eyed Biao and Qingfeng Sword, Mo Qiu was injured, but his heart became extremely high.

A little trouble could no longer scare him.

"Return it to me!"

In the darkness, Old Ding's voice was no longer as stable and easy-going as before, but instead was hoarse and filled with shock and anger.

"Go to you!" One man whispered and cursed:

"Old guy, I've asked you to hand over this thing, but I refused. I'll ask me to do it myself."

"I really don't know how to be proud!"

"Peng!"

It seemed like a kick, a figure rolled and fell out, leaning against the wall and gasping.

The other person waved:

"Give him some fun!"

This sound...

Mo Qiu paused, his eyes were full of suspicion. For some reason, he felt very familiar with the sound.

Who is it?

"Yes." In the darkness, a man walked slowly, holding a willow leaf flying knife in his hand and threw it up and down in his palm.

Then he smiled in a silence, suddenly shook his arms and hands.

"Swish!"

The dark light flashed in the sky, and the target was not Ding Lao who was unable to resist, but went straight to Mo Qiu who was approaching quietly.

Obviously, his stealth skills are not enough to hide from the other party.

"when……"

Don’t ask to hold the knife in your hand, cross the body, knock the flying knife away, and swing forward at the same time.

In the air, the cold star bloomed at seven o'clock on his waist.

The Seven Nails of Soul Chasing!

It is impolite to come but not come. Since the other party greets him with a hidden weapon, he will naturally not be polite.

"Master, be careful!" The word "Nine Ding" is a unique local martial arts masterpiece. This means that the person's voice changes as soon as he takes action.

He growled, his body changed his dodge block back and forth, and he shook his hand and threw out a flying knife again.

The flying knife is amazing.

Unlike the word "Nine" in Tianzi, this person's hidden weapon technique is monotonous, but it is better because of its great power and rapid speed.

If you exit, you will lock the key points.

"Ha..." Mo Qiu said lightly, as if he was disdainful. At the same time, he bounced his fingers and a cold light shot away towards the flying knife.

"bite……"

The collision sound was melodious and pleasant, and the flying knife that was coming changed direction, rubbing its body and nailing it into the wall.

At the same time, eight cold lights suddenly appeared and covered the other party.

The word "Nine" and "Eight Characters of "Tianluo"!

The man had just avoided the Seven Nails of Soul Chasing Seven, and was frightened. Before he could come back to his senses, he was covered by a flying knife.

It's too late to dodge again.

"Puff!Puff!"

The flying knife carried a huge force and then rushed into the body and directly lifted the person up, falling a few meters away, landing heavily.

Just one blow, those who are already dead cannot die again.

The other person in the field seemed to be stunned. The next moment, his figure flashed and he rushed to Old Ding on the ground.

Strike out with one palm.

"Stop!" Mo Qiu shouted in a low voice. It was too late to use the hidden weapon again, so he had to slash Wei and save Zhao with a long sword.

"puff!"

A colorful smoke suddenly exploded in front of my eyes, and the strange smell came to my nose.

Mo Qiu's expression changed, and he hurriedly closed his mouth and nose, turned his knife back, and stirred the strong wind to sweep away the smoke.

As for Mr. Ding, he really doesn't care.

"call……"

In the smoke, an arm quietly poked out, and the palm rolled, and it broke through the shadow of the sword and hit Mo Qiu's lower abdomen.

The palm momentum comes unfast, but it is extremely exquisite.

This palm technique is definitely no less than the Song sword technique.

Expert!

Mo Qiu's eyes shrank, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He squatted slightly without dodging or avoiding the same punch.

In the battle with the One-Eyed Biao, he found a way of fighting that suits him.

Replace injuries with injuries!

"Peng!"

"Click..."

The opponent slammed his body with a palm, and the Tianluo Gong defended heavily through the inner armor, animal skin, and Tianluo Gong, and only a little force penetrated into his body.

However, his punch directly smashed the opponent's bones, and even pulled his five fingers downwards.

"Sigh..."

The clothes were broken and something was pulled down.

"Yeah!" The other party groaned, retreated repeatedly, and his body shook and disappeared into the darkness, but he knew he was defeated and fled directly.

Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows and wanted to chase him, but his qi and blood in his body became restless, forcing him to stop.

The opponent's palm strength is very strange and not strong, but it seems to cause discomfort in the five internal organs.

"Mo...Mo..." Old Ding's voice made him look sideways, and the next moment, his expression changed.

At this time, Mr. Ding's face was covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and the palm prints on his chest were particularly eye-catching.

The palm print shattered his clothes and fell into the flesh. It seemed that it had shattered the internal organs.

In short, it's no help.

"Old Ding."

"Book...book..." When Ding was dying, Old Ding ignored his injuries and pointed his wrists at the ground tremblingly.

"Book?" Mo Qiu turned his head, and then he realized what he had pulled off from that person.

A black book.

The book is three fingers thick, the cover has no words, and the touch is flexible, and it seems to be the fur of some kind of beast.

At that moment, he reached out and picked it up and handed it to Mr. Ding, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker:

"Old Ding, do you... have anything else to say?"

Old Ding held the book with both hands, his eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth to speak, but it was covered with blood foam.

"I...he..."

A hoarse, hideous voice emerged from the throat.

Mr. Ding's body suddenly became strangely straight, pressing Shu in Mo Qiu's hand, his eyes raised and staring at him:

"revenge!"

The next moment, it was like using all his strength, and Old Ding's eyes darkened and he was slanted towards the ground.

Dead!
To be continued...