Chapter 1005: Weighing

Two red lights flashed on He Lingchuan's body, and a protective talisman in his arms broke with a "pop." Two protective talismans couldn't withstand Wanqi Song's violent blow! It's done, it's done!

Wanqi Song was overjoyed and let out a long whistle: "He Lingchuan is dead, He Lingchuan is dead!"

The sound traveled several miles away.

He had used great force earlier, and the head rolled onto the road, dragging a ground of blood red.

The head was only half a step away from the grass, and although it was stained with some mud, Wanqi Song and Wang Xiang, who was rushing over, could still see his facial features under the bright light of the street lamp.

Shocked, dead without closing his eyes, it was indeed Island Owner He! Wanqi Song jumped over and grabbed the head on the ground, looked at it carefully under the white light of the street lamp, it was indeed He Lingchuan, and he couldn't help but laugh heartily, casually tying the head to the side of his belt.

Qiu Hu happened to make a gap in the encirclement, and seeing this, he roared "Master," and the long spear shot like lightning!

Wanqi Song dodged.

The Yangshan people shot arrows one after another, all blocked by him left and right.

In the blink of an eye, the two passed several moves.

Wanqi Song suddenly felt light at his waist during the battle, and looked down in a hurry, only to see a little monkey wearing a hat rushing out from somewhere, grabbing the head at his waist and holding it in its arms, chirping and crying, and then drilled back into the bushes, disappearing into the dense tree shadows in a blink of an eye.

Wanqi Song had also seen this monkey, it seemed to be the medicine ape beside He Lingchuan? It took away the head, and other Yangshan people took away the corpse. Qiu Hu feinted two knives, turned his horse and left: "Return to Hot Spring Small Abode, fast!"

The island owner is gone, he is the backbone and the supreme commander, and the Yangshan guard team immediately followed.

The Bailong people followed for more than ten zhang and stopped. The main target was dead, and their offensive was no longer as fierce as before. Wanqi Song's head was clear: "Release the arrow, we go to the dock!"

His subordinates asked him: "Aren't we chasing to the Hot Spring Small Abode?"

"What's the rush?" The Hot Spring Small Abode has high walls and guard teams, plus the hundred elites of the Mou Nation high official, don't provoke them for the time being, just follow the original plan, "Go, let's occupy the dock and Ding Lake first."

The important buildings of Suoding Island are all near the dock, the Bailong people occupy them first, and then consider the Hot Spring Small Abode after gathering their strength.

Mou Nation National Master, he didn't want to offend.

He Lingchuan is dead, the difficulty of taking the whole island shouldn't be great.

Who can't be the island owner? He Lingchuan's old subordinates simply don't have the determination and necessity to fight to the death.

Wanqi Song waved his hand with satisfaction, and the Bailong elites marched toward the dock along Qingyun Road.

The Beijia person Wang Xiang stayed behind, calm and composed, casting spells to report the major changes here to Yu Zecheng.

He held a round mirror in his hand, and the mirror was misty, like a bathroom mirror after a hot bath.

Interestingly, the rain couldn't fall on the mirror, and was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Wang Xiang stretched his finger and wrote on the mirror surface.

The handwriting here would turn into water stains on Yu Zecheng's tray in a blink of an eye.

At the scene of the great battle, on the fluorescent spores acting as street lamps, squatted a tiny eyeball spider, its round big eyes facing below.

It could see the words written by Wang Xiang on the mirror: Wanqi Song beheaded He Xiao, rushing to the dock.

After writing, the mirror surface soon became misty.

Wang Xiang held the mirror and stood in place, waiting for the next instruction.

In just a few breaths, the mirror surface automatically appeared two words:

Confirmed or not? This was a question from Yu Zecheng.

This kind of mirror transmission is secret and fast, but the effective distance is less than fifteen miles.

Wang Xiang wrote:

Seen with my own eyes, Wanqi Song tied the head to his waist, later snatched back by the other party.

After a while, the mirror surface no longer formed text automatically; it seemed that Yu Zecheng had no new instructions. Only then did Wang Xiang put away the round mirror and chase toward the Bailong people.

But he had only run out more than ten zhang when two arrows suddenly shot from the roadside.

Wang Xiang dodged hurriedly, but there were several black shadows in front of him. He was anxious to fight back, but his lower back suddenly went numb, as if he had been stung by something, and his body went numb. Immediately after, a fist the size of a sand bowl appeared in his field of vision...

This battle of many against few ended exceptionally quickly.

The attackers dragged him into the darkness of the jungle by the road, felt that mirror from his arms, and examined it carefully.

The blood on the road also disappeared magically.

Warm Fragrance Studio.

The water stains on the tray had long since melted, but Yu Zecheng was still staring at it in a daze.

He Xiao is dead?

He Xiao just died like this? He Xiao, who once stirred up trouble in Lingxu City with the Crown Prince of Chiyan and could safely escape, died tonight at the hands of a reckless man? Earlier, the Bailong people had internal strife, and Yu Zecheng felt that this matter would fail. Wanqi Feng took away the main force, could the hundred-odd people left by Wanqi Song really threaten He Xiao?

Forcing Wanqi Song to take action was just a tentative attempt, anyway, he didn't lose anything.

Now the situation is even better, why is he indecisive instead? Taking a step back, even if there were other accidents, the team he brought was strong enough, what kind of situation couldn't be dealt with? If he missed tonight, when would he have another opportunity? He had been chasing Zhu Xiuer for more than half a year, and had also asked for support from Lingxu City, so should he just watch it escape?

Another military report was to be sent in a few days; how should he explain it to his superiors? Because he was worried that the island owner was faking death, so he remained motionless and missed Zhu Xiuer?

Such a ridiculous reason would only be called shirking responsibility by his superiors. Let alone sending it to the Frost Leaf National Master, he couldn't even write it himself.

"Out!" Yu Zecheng finally ordered, "Intercept Zhu Xiuer!"

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White Wave Villa.

Wang Xingyi stood on the second floor of the villa. When Fang Canran came up, he saw his Martial Uncle looking at the dock direction, his hair slightly wet.

"Tonight, Suoding Island is very lively." The explosion in the dock direction earlier, no one could ignore it.

Fang Canran was ashamed: "Seems like we didn't come at the right time."

"No, we came at the right time," Wang Xingyi stroked his beard and laughed, "The sea journey is always boring, I thought this time would be no exception. Hmm, hurricane, Imperial Flowing Pulp, riot, rarely so interesting."

Fang Canran was sweating, the National Master's perspective was indeed different from his own.

I don't know if He Xiao can handle so many messy things tonight, the National Master will definitely evaluate his performance tonight for assessment.

Should I say he is lucky, or unlucky? Just at this time, several rough roars came from afar:

"He Lingchuan is dead, He Lingchuan is dead, I killed him!"

"I killed him—I cut off his head!"

Under the blessing of the wind, this roar went straight into White Wave Villa and into the ears of the two.

Wang Xingyi looked at Fang Canran, rarely surprised: "So fast? He Xiao seemed to have just left the Hot Spring Small Abode."

"This..." Fang Canran was also stunned, "This can't be, right?!"

Someone who could blow up the Xushan barrier and escape from the joint pursuit of the Hundred-Battle Heavenly God and the Qingyang National Master, was beheaded by a rioter just after walking out of the Hot Spring Small Abode?

Open a black joke! The killer is proud, not like someone with a city in his chest.

If He Xiao really died at the hands of such a person, cough, would he die without closing his eyes?

Wang Xingyi waved his hand, and three guards flashed out from behind him. He turned back and whispered two sentences. The guards nodded and changed into casual clothes, went downstairs and ran out of White Wave Villa.

Fang Canran knew that the National Master Wang sent them out to inquire about the news.

After all, they were guests here, and in case Suoding Island really changed hands, their group of more than a hundred people also had to deal with the sudden situation.

Other guards began to set up formations and barriers in the villa to prevent foreign enemies from coming to the door and attacking suddenly.

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East of Suoding Island.

A black shadow emerged from the fir forest, jumping onto the cliff like a swing, intending to enter the main road from here.

This is a spider as big as a small mountain, covered with spikes.

This mountain road is also one of the main ring roads of Suoding Island, connecting the northern dock and the eastern dock, and there are many houses along the way, so it also enjoys the protection of the wind-proof barrier.

However, Suoding Island issued a notice in advance that residents are not allowed to go out tonight, so the road is quiet and quiet, not even a ghost shadow.

He immediately pulled up the sand table and zoomed in.

The surroundings were quiet.

The Cave Spider Queen was very patient, standing motionless.

Sure enough, more than a dozen figures emerged from the dense forest by the mountain road, led by Ye Qing.

Yu Zecheng issued an attack order, and he led the team to ambush here.

Zhu Xiuer wanted to rush to the eastern dock, and taking this road was the fastest and most convenient.

"Island Owner He is dead! Zhu Xiuer, you surrender obediently, and we won't make things difficult for you..."

Before he finished speaking, many cave spiders jumped off her body, large and small, rushing toward the Beijia people like a tide.

Some sprayed silk, some sprayed acid, and some jumped seven or eight feet, rushing straight to people's faces.

The small ones were not as big as a coconut, but they were highly poisonous. No matter if they were sprayed or bitten, the wound would swell like a steamed bun, full of pus inside, and you could hear the sound of water when you shook it.

The big ones could fight with people, and the shell was incredibly hard.

Zhu Xiuer started fighting without a word, simply not giving them a chance to persuade to surrender or say scene words.

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It was so good that he found it hard to believe.

Now, should he make a move against Zhu Xiuer?

He was hesitating, unable to decide, when his confidant finished watching a water mirror and came over to report: "The pier has fallen into a chaotic battle, and Wanqi Song will arrive at the pier soon. Also, Ye Qing is asking for instructions: should they make a move?"

Yu Zecheng turned his head to look at the sand table.

In at most another half-quarter of an hour, his team would miss the best time for interception.

(End of chapter)