The rain is very urgent, and so are people's hearts.
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue's hearts were beating fast, their breathing was rapid, their hands were cold, and the heat from their mouths gathered in front of their faces and could not be dissipated.
Nervous, both Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue were nervous.
They were all the best masters in the world, and they were rarely nervous, but now they could actually hear their own manic heartbeats and really feel the tension in their blood.
Yan Zhuo's eyes kept scanning the long street, and he was thinking about how to escape from this market.
No, it was impossible to escape intact. Now he could only think about how to get out alive with Qiao Zhenyue.
That's right, he wanted to leave with Qiao Zhenyue, two people, not one person. He wanted to leave alive with his eldest brother.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo felt that his hands were gradually getting warm, and a furnace seemed to be lit in his chest, burning the blood all over his body.
As for Qiao Zhenyue, he was also nervous. His hand holding the reins was trembling, his beard was trembling, and his eyes were trembling.
Seventy, seventy first-class masters, this is an unprecedented challenge for him.
Challenge, thinking of these two words, his trembling eyes seemed to light up with dancing flames. Some people are born to like challenges. He wants to drink the strongest wine, learn the strongest martial arts, and wield the sharpest knife.
, want to ride the wildest horse, want to do the most impossible things!
What a joy in the world to have brothers and challenges. The fire in Qiao Zhenyue's eyes has turned into flames and burst out!
They may still be nervous, but they are no longer afraid. They are not afraid of the storm, nor are they afraid of seven times the number of the Seven Killers.
As for the people in the market, they were still talking and shouting, talking and shouting in the rain.
They didn't seem to know that it was raining, and they didn't seem to know that there were two men on horseback standing at the street corner.
They are not fools or lunatics. They have feelings and vision. They are just waiting for the two men on horseback to come to the middle of the street.
Why do they think Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue will definitely walk into this market and into the center of the trap?
Because they know that this street is the only way to the city gate, and they must take this road if they want to find Xiang'er. Also because they know that the people coming are Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue, one of them is the best in the world.
The leader of the big gang is a brother of the leader of the biggest gang in the world. They are both the best heroes in the world.
A hero chooses a path and never gives up halfway, never gives up, and never stops!
The rain was still coming very fast, and fine raindrops fell from the clouds, as if a rain curtain was pulled up from the sky, covering the vast long street.
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue had already entered the market, and the thin raindrops hit their faces, making their eyelids droop.
Their vision was blurred, their beards, hair, and clothes clung to their skin, and their whole bodies were wilted, like two big roosters that had fallen into the river.
Embarrassment, embarrassment. Anyone who sees Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue now will think so, and the killers in the market will be the same. When a person is in embarrassment, it is most likely when he is at his weakest, so they choose to take action.
Let’s take action together!
In an instant, everyone in the market jumped into the air. They jumped high and threw out the hidden weapons in their sleeves. In an instant, pear blossom needles, locust stones, iron caltrops, and peacock feathers were denser than raindrops.
Thousands of hidden weapons tore open the rain curtain, killing Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue like a dark cloud.
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue's vision was still blurry. In their daze, they only felt the wind blowing past them.
The leaping killers have landed. They looked at the position where Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue were standing just now, and their hearts were filled with horror. Because except for the two horses, there was no one there.
The two horses had fallen to the ground, each with countless hidden weapons inserted into their bodies. They were like two hedgehogs that had expanded several times, curled up and lying on the ground.
Where are the people? There are question marks on the heads of the seventy killers.
What about people? Where have they gone? A good person will never disappear out of thin air. If he is not dead, then he must be alive. This is the simplest truth.
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue crawled out from under the horse's belly. They were still alive and well. None of the thousands of hidden weapons fell on them, but it was a pity for two horses.
"Who are you? Where is Miss Xiang'er?" Qiao Zhenyue had already asked.
But these seventy killers were silent and did not say a word.
"Brother, there's no need to ask," Yan Zhuo said.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at Yan Zhuo and said, "Why?"
Yan Zhuo said: "Because only dead people cannot speak, they are already dead."
Hearing this, Qiao Zhenyue laughed heartily. He pulled off his rain-soaked robe. As he laughed, his strong muscles condensed and bulged, like mountains or boulders.
The killers heard and saw it, and they let out a cold snort, seventy cold snorts!
"It turns out that they are not dead yet, they are still angry and snorting." Yan Zhuo said with a smile.
Qiao Zhenyue did not smile, his expression was very cold, his beard had exploded, and his eyes were raised: "Then let them lie on the ground and hum!"
Qiao Zhenyue has already taken action, his inner energy is rushing into his palms, and his palms are as red as red leaves.
The killers also took action. They had all kinds of weapons including swords, guns and sticks in their hands. They spread out their postures and formed a team of five to kill Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue respectively. They cooperated skillfully, with five in front and five in the back.
The long and narrow streets alternate between each other and intersect freely, giving the impression of a dragon or a snake.
Qiao Zhenyue flew his palms, and the bright red palms gathered internal energy and exploded in the air. The wind roared like huge waves hitting the shore, and the wind swept across the ground. A gunman came to kill him. The red tassel on the gun was full of rainwater, and he just flicked it.
Then he threw a string of water droplets towards Qiao Zhenyue's eyes, followed by another stab. The bright white spear head came out following the thrown water droplets, and the "white dragon came out of water" move was clean and neat.
The killer originally wanted to rely on this move to hurt Qiao Zhenyue without killing him, but he never thought that Qiao Zhenyue's palm wind would break through the oncoming water droplets, and he would press forward with all his strength in front of the killer.
The bright red palm like a red leaf hit the killer's chest, and a bloody flower exploded immediately.
A pair of anthuriums and a piece of blood flower, in the long rain, like rain passing through the maple forest, are extremely beautiful and gorgeous.
Qiao Zhenyue was still charging, and a pair of giant palms exploded with energy, causing the surrounding killers to retreat. However, although those killers were no match for Qiao Zhenyue when fighting alone, they cooperated skillfully. Although the seventy people appeared to be scattered in a group,
But there is quite a formation inside. When five people are exhausted, the other five come up again, and the cycle continues.
Qiao Zhenyue was still about to charge, but Yan Zhuo had noticed the clues. He swept the water three times with one swallow, passed the crowd and rushed to Qiao Zhenyue's side and whispered: "Brother, they plan to kill us, we can't be reckless, we have to find a way."
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Yan Zhuo wanted to say more, but a group of killers immediately came to kill him. The shadows of swords and the light of swords forced Yan and Qiao to separate.
Yan Zhuo had no choice but to take out the Feiyan Dart, but as soon as he took it out, two long spears had already sealed his wrists. The two long spears were horizontal and vertical, and the two red tassels were like steel wires as they criss-crossed.
Sweeping Yan Zhuo's wrist, Yan Zhuo felt pain, and the Feiyan Dart immediately let go. Seeing the Feiyan Dart let go, Yan Zhuo exerted force with one foot, trying to get closer to activate his internal energy, but he never thought that as soon as he got close, the sword and sword shadow were already gone.
The door in front of Yan Zhuo was sealed like a spider web, and the same was true for Qiao Zhenyue on the side. He couldn't get close and had no hope of escaping.
These killers planned to drag Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue to death. As soon as the word "drag" came out, they would drag them on again and again until Yan and Qiao were powerless.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the breathing is getting heavier and heavier.
Both Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue were gasping for air, and their feet were getting heavier and heavier. Yan Zhuo's robe had been ripped open, and Qiao Zhenyue's naked upper body also had several blood stains.
But those seventy killers, except for the spearman who was killed by Qiao Zhenyue at the beginning, are all alive and well.
"kill!"
A killing sound was imminent. Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue looked up to the sky, and saw thick raindrops falling, hitting their faces and breaking into water splashes.
