Ding Diangong focused his eyes and could clearly see the assassin's movements.
I saw that this man was masked in black, tall and thin, and the movement skills he used were exactly the same as those of the three hidden weapon masters who were killed by him after sneaking into the prison a few days ago. He was obviously the Bashan Gang, a major force running rampant in Sichuan and Sichuan.
a member of.
Many years ago, the Bashan Gang sent several groups of good men to snatch his City-Linking Technique. Ding Dian was about to make a move, but he saw a flash of panic and anxiety on Ling Tuisi's face from a distance, so he stopped. p>
For him, Ling Tuisi is of course his enemy.
In the past, if Ling Tuisi was about to be killed by an assassin, because he could not meet Shuanghua, and in order to prevent her from being alone and without support in this world, he might have intervened.
But now, with Brother Di, Miss Zhao and other companions who can take care of Shuanghua for him, Ling Tuisi's life and death is not so important to him.
Especially Miss Zhao, she has promised to do her best to heal Shuanghua's facial injuries. Compared with her, Ling Tuisi cannot be called a father at all.
After all, he is the father of his beloved. It is not easy for Ding Dian to take action himself, but it is good to see others assassinate Ling Tuisi.
The gang member who was about to whip Ding Dian and the four gang members who were guarding the side saw that the gang leader encountered a strong enemy. They all held knives and swords and attacked the assassin at the same time. However, their martial arts and light skills were not good enough.
High, he was dodged by the assassin in an instant and fell behind.
Seeing the sword blade approaching, Ling Tuisi took two steps back and already avoided it sideways. He was very agile. He slanted out his left palm and struck the Zhangmen point below the assassin's right flank with a loud slap.
The assassin chuckled, then took a big step forward, crossed his sword to his left hand, and slapped Ling Tuisi's palm towards his waist with the same palm.
With a "pop" sound, his palms intertwined, he somersaulted backwards to release his strength, and threw several black darts from his cuffs. His whole body turned into a swift black shadow and floated backwards.
Ling Tuisi struck with both palms, deflected all the darts, and chased the assassin away. Yun Jin shouted: "Thieves from the Bashan Gang, please stay."
Following his voice, four more men rushed in from outside the door, each holding a sword to stop the assassin. The tall and thin assassin sneered and just waved his sword to parry with all his strength, as if waiting for something.
Just when Ling Tuisi was preparing to cooperate with the gang to surround and kill the assassin, the next moment, he suddenly noticed a tingling and slightly numb feeling coming from the palm of his right palm.
Dingqing took a look and saw that there were four tiny black spots on it, gradually spreading to the surroundings and making his right arm become stiff.
It turned out that the Bashan Gang's assassin had hidden two poison darts between his fingers. After confronting Ling Tuisi, he immediately jumped away. He only parried but did not fight back during the sword moves, delaying time and waiting for the opponent to be poisoned and lose his combat effectiveness.
, be prepared to make up for it when the time comes.
He had been serving as a prefect for six years. Ling Tuisi was in a high position and was pampered. He rarely did anything himself, so that for a while he never remembered the various methods used by gangsters in fights.
Therefore, although he is still better than the other party in terms of cunning and cunning, he still knows the tricks.
But Ding Dianyao, who was far away, saw the movements and expressions on their faces, and knew that the Bashan Gang's assassination attempt on Ling Tuisi would ultimately be a failure.
Because there is not much fear on Ling Tuisi's face at this moment, but more of an annoyed look after being cheated.
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In the brightly lit flower hall, yellow light and green light were rolling around at the blade tips of various weapons in the field.
The tall and thin assassin was holding a sharp sword in his hand, and was stabbing at the weak point of a strong Longsha gang member's single sword. He was going to force him to retreat, but at this moment, cold sweat was pouring down from his head and neck.<
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In the middle of his sword move, his strength suddenly disappeared. In an instant, even the momentum to move it forward a few inches was gone, and he only felt a slight numbness in his right palm.
"You were also...poisoned?!"
Ling Tuisi snorted, pulled off a silver button from his clothes with his left hand, and flicked it toward the assassin's face.
As he expected, the opponent was unable to dodge, and could only let the button hit the Yintang point between the eyebrows, and fell to the ground. The surrounding gang members immediately swung their swords and skillfully cut off the assassin's hand tendons and hamstrings.
"Jinbo Xunhua?" Ding Dian saw that the assassin had been captured, so he stopped looking. He was just confused and thought carefully about how Ling Tuisi managed to secretly poison him.
"Old dog Ling, if my three brothers had not been trapped in Jingzhou prison, you would have been the only ones who died today." The tall and thin assassin curled up on the ground and sighed sternly. Suddenly his head tilted and he had already taken poison and committed suicide.
Ling Tuisi's face was slightly cold. He walked to the body, leaned over and found a small bottle of medicinal powder. After bringing it to his nose and smelling it, he tapped the acupuncture points on his right arm and applied the powder to the black spots on his palm. p>
After waiting for a while, he took a dagger and cut the gap between his fingers. Black blood gurgled out from the wound, and most of the poison had been removed.
"Master Ding, you are watching your future father-in-law in danger and yet you are unwilling to rescue him. This is so stubborn."
Ling Tuisi held up his blood-stained right hand and walked up to Ding Dian, who was still standing there, and sighed suddenly.
Hearing the other party's shameless words, Ding Dian smiled instead of getting angry: "Ling Tuisi, stop using your rhetoric. It's a waste of time. You don't think I can be fooled by you, do you?"
Ling Tuisi seemed not to have heard Ding Dian's voice and continued to say in a sighing tone:
"My little girl has been suffering from a serious illness that cannot be seen in recent days. She needs the help of top martial arts masters before she can be cured. Daxia Ding, I know that you have already decided in your heart that 'I want to get rich far more than the affection between father and daughter.'"<
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"But I only have one daughter. Even if I gain tens of millions of dollars, who can I leave behind in the end? Although you are unwilling to save my life, Shuanghua is indeed innocent."
He took a deep look at Ding Dian, turned around and sighed: "Oh... Shuanghua, Shuanghua, dad really has no choice..."
Ding Dian couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw that Ling Tuisi, who had just been assassinated and injured, could perform such a role affectionately.
If I had never met Shuanghua before, and had not heard the news that Zhao Qing sent me, I might have been deceived by him.
But he obviously guessed that my martial arts had improved greatly, so he made up this medical treatment requirement. So why didn't he suspect that I had seen Shuanghua's face recently, and thought he could hide Shuanghua's facial injury?
The real reason?
He happened to catch a glimpse of a pot of flowers in the flower hall that had been knocked to the ground during the fight. Ding Dian thought of the flowers he saw every day in prison and suddenly realized.
Ling Tuisi thought that he had never paid much attention to Shuanghua's inner emotions, nor could he understand the tenacity in the heart of such a fragile woman.
In his mind, since Shuanghua swore a poisonous oath involving her mother and damaged her most cherished appearance, she would definitely not meet me.
However, in fact, Ling Tuisi never knew whether it was the pot of flowers that Shuanghua placed by the window every day that could be seen in the prison, or the content of the Liancheng Jue that he had told Shuanghua.
After all, his cold and heartless heart cannot understand the most sincere feelings in the world.
But now that he has made up such a story, what kind of insidious means are he going to use to deceive the Liancheng Jue from me?
Ding Dian looked at Ling Tuisi in front of him, who seemed to be waiting for his response, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.