Chapter 183 The Inescapable Assassination
"say hi……"
Feng Ziqing said softly.
Zhong Chunliang on the side stood up as if reflexively. Suddenly, a happy expression appeared on his face, strode out of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and shouted happily towards Nie Wushuang, who was riding a horse dozens of feet away.
"Nie Wushuang, long time no see..."
Just as Zhong Chunliang was saying hello, several woodcutters suddenly walked out of the forest beside the road, carrying small mountains of firewood on their backs.
They stood between Zhong Chunliang and Nie Wushuang.
woodcutter?
Zhong Chunliang squinted his eyes, doubts passing through his mind.
Although he does not have the ability to remember photographs, he has been in the Demon Suppressing Division for so long, even if he has been lying flat for several years, he is still not mediocre. He still has basic detective skills, and he clearly knows that these woodcutters are somewhat inappropriate.
Earlier, he and Feng Ziqing entered the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and the woodcutters resting in the pavilion were these people.
Could it be that they went into the forest to cut firewood earlier?
There seemed to be no problem with the logic, but Zhong Chunliang had something wrong with his intuition and always felt that something was wrong.
Nie Wushuang heard Zhong Chunliang's voice saying hello.
At the same time, he also saw Zhong Chunliang waving to him outside the pavilion.
"Master, I met an acquaintance."
Nie Wushuang turned to Xu Feng and said.
"Let's rest in the pavilion for a while before leaving. It's fate to meet an acquaintance here..."
Xu Feng said with a smile.
fate?
Damn it.
Nie Wushuang cursed in his heart.
In his opinion, Zhong Chunliang's appearance here was definitely not an accidental encounter, it must have come with some purpose.
Remind yourself not to forget the identity of the Demon-Suppressing Division, right?
A few taels of silver a month, and I haven't gotten it yet.
Could it be that he really thought he could fight to the death for the Demon Suppressor?
In Nie Wushuang's view, Zhong Chunliang would never have such thoughts. This middle-aged official knew very well that he and he only had a relationship of exchange of interests. The relationship between master and apprentice, and the friendship between officials and officials were all nothing. All in vain.
Therefore, this guy must have some purpose in coming here.
It’s impossible to just show up here casually.
Nie Wushuang tightened the reins of the red dragon horse, stopped running at high speed, and moved forward slowly. From the corner of his eye, Feng Ziqing's figure appeared in it.
His popularity is extraordinary, and he looks like a noble person in a high position.
It seems that he and Zhong Chunliang are from the same group. Could it be that this guy is Zhong Chunliang's backer?
In the beginning, was this guy the one who ordered Zhong Chunliang to let him enter the Shangjing Washington Mansion as an undercover agent?
He followed Zhong Chunliang and appeared here. Could it be that he wanted to show off his cards?
After all, the Demon-Suppressing Division actually has no binding force on him.
Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come!
There is another sentence as well.
When the water comes, the earth will cover you, and when the soldiers come, you will stop it!
At this moment, several woodcutters came out of the forest on the side, carrying a hill-like pile of firewood on their backs. The pile was very heavy, and they all bowed and lowered their heads, so they did not see Nie Wushuang coming on horseback. et al.
"Get out of the way!"
Fang Shiquan shouted loudly.
Although the horse was riding forward slowly, the red dragon horse was so huge that if it accidentally bumped into a passerby, the passerby would not be able to bear it.
Hearing Fang Shiquan's shout, the two woodcutters in front quickly raised their heads.
They saw three tall red dragon horses snorting towards them. Even though they were not fast, they were still panicking.
They hurriedly moved to both sides.
I was too nervous, tripping over my feet and stumbling...
The pyre tilted, collapsed and fell to the ground, blocking the road.
"Noble, noble, please forgive me..."
A woodcutter in his forties with pale beard and hair bowed and nodded hurriedly towards Nie Wushuang, with a look of fear on his face and uneasy eyes.
The woodcutter behind also panicked, and the woodpile also collapsed.
A small traffic jam formed.
"It doesn't matter!"
Xu Feng said.
As he spoke, he turned over and dismounted.
Nie Wushuang and Fang Shiquan can only do this.
Just as the three of them dismounted, the figure of the woodcutter, who was still bowing his head, instantly stretched into the shape of a bow.
Murderous aura suddenly arises!
Then, the woodcutter rushed over like an arrow.
"careful!"
Xu Feng shouted loudly.
As a Disha master, even if he is an alchemist, his martial arts practice progresses slowly. Although his realm is not low, his actual combat level is not high. After all, there is no problem with his spiritual sense. The moment the murderous intention suddenly arises, Xu Feng can feel it.
However, now he is dismounting, his posture is quite awkward, and it is difficult to respond effectively.
He could only wave his sleeves, and the evil spirit merged with divine will, turning into a cauldron, half virtual and half real, standing between himself and the killer dressed as a woodcutter.
Let's put it this way, Xu Feng was a little careless.
Alchemists like him are basically guests of major sects and rarely encounter assassinations. In his limited experience, he always feels that assassins are some shady caterpillars with low levels.
Such people are called degenerates.
It's amazing that he is a divine martial artist. It is impossible for a real person to be a killer. That would be too tasteless and unclassy.
However, some things are not what he expected.
The woodcutter killer continued forward, lowering his head, like a mad bull, and ran straight into the cauldron displayed by Xu Feng.
court death!
Xu Feng snorted coldly.
Then, his expression changed.
The shadow of an angry bull appeared above the woodcutter's head, smashing the half-real and half-virtual cauldron into pieces.
Divine will?
No!
This is Disha Zhenren!
Never expected that this seemingly insignificant woodcutter was actually a Disha Zhenren of the same realm as himself!
Xu Feng's heart skipped a beat.
The next moment, he stretched out his hand and swung it.
An alchemy furnace was thrown out from his long sleeves and smashed towards the Disha Zhenren killer, smashing the shadow of the bull to pieces.
This alchemy furnace is a fourth-level magic weapon. It has been with Xu Feng for a long time and is his bread and butter. However, at this time, he can only throw it away. After all, compared with his life, the alchemy furnace is not important. He still has a lot of things that he has not taught Nie Wushuang!
Nie Wushuang?
Xu Feng was shocked.
If someone targets him, naturally someone will target Nie Wushuang.
However, Xu Feng could not spare his hands to help Nie Wushuang.
At the same time, Fang Shiquan was also attacked by someone. The one who attacked was a divine martial artist. Although he did not kill Fang Shiquan with one blow, he also suppressed Fang Shiquan.
There were five woodcutters in total, that is, five killers.
A Disha Zhenren entangled Xu Feng, a Shenyi Wushi entangled Fang Shiquan, and the other three rushed towards Nie Wushuang in a triangular shape.
The moment Nie Wushuang got off his horse, he reacted. He was in the air, his legs forward, and kicked on the firewood pile.
The dry firewood flew up and flew towards the killer who rushed over.
At the same time, Zhong Chunliang on the Fengyu Pavilion was confused, watching the fight dozens of feet away, and was stunned for a while.
At this time, Feng Ziqing rushed past him.
"Why are you stunned? Help!"
Help?
"Help who?"
Zhong Chunliang blurted out.
"Of course help our own people!"
Feng Ziqing shouted.
Then, the two of them used their body skills and rushed towards dozens of feet away.