Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Three Leaving
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Two figures rushed into the heavy rain one after another, and the two of them did not support the spiritual shield and let the heavy rain wash over their bodies.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and large and dense raindrops hit the roof, making a dense and crisp sound. Occasionally, a carriage rushed past the middle of the street, and the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
"Qin Lie, is there any news about Shuang'er?" Lan Ming asked in a narrow voice.
"No!" A trace of gloom appeared on Qin Lie's face.
"Where did Shuang'er go?"
Qin Lie recalled the scene where Qin Shuang used Taoist techniques in the ruins under the dense cracks. He thought to himself:
"Maybe I went to the other end of the sea?"
Lifeline, 36th Fortress.
Two young people sat opposite each other on the second floor of a restaurant.
"Brother Fan, I'm going to withdraw from the army."
"Huh?" Tang Tianhe looked at Fan Xiushan opposite with a little thoughtful look and said, "Are you disappointed in the army?"
"No!" Fan Xiushan shook his head and said, "The warriors in the army are all good men, but the people in the Wuzong Palace are too domineering and too greedy. Every time they hunt the demons and demons, they will embezzle some of them. This is fine, but they are stubborn and self-righteous, and they are all people who are superior and do not understand the demons and demons. After several command mistakes, most of my subordinates died, and I cannot explain to my dead comrades."
"Then do you want to?"
"I'll be a mercenary! Do you still want to stay in the army?"
Tang Tianhe was speechless.
Outside the window, it rained heavily.
A young man in black, carrying a sword behind his back, walked slowly on the street. When the heavy rain fell on his head, it spread to both sides and left behind him. Although the heavy rain was everywhere, there was no raindrop on his body.
"Bang!"
A figure flew out of the gate of a restaurant and fell to the ground. The man had only one arm, his left arm was broken shoulder-to-shoulder. At this time, he was standing up with his only right hand, and the heavy rain poured on him, like a chicken falling from the ground. His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were glaring at the few people who were walking out of the gate at this time, and shouted tremblingly:
"I lost an arm when I hunted the demon clan. Why did I drive me out of the army?"
Surrounded by the middle was a young man with a sword embroidered on his chest, which was the symbol of the martial artist in the Wuzong Palace. At this time, the young man looked at the one-armed young man who was soaked all over and said:
"Situ Lue, the army does not support idle people. As the commander of the 36th Fortress, I have the right to drive you out."
"Don't you raise idle people?" Situ Lue's forehead burst into blue veins: "Dragon Seal, is it because I don't accept you to embezzle my glory points, right?"
"Rareless!" The warrior of the Wuzong Palace showed a ferocious look on his face: "Do you want to die? Do you think you are the genius of the Martial Academy of the Great Qin Empire? Now the Great Qin Empire is gone, and you are just a disabled person."
"Bang!"
Long Yin punched the air, and Situ Lue's chest suddenly became a dent, and a sound of bone shattering sound came out. He raised his head and spitted out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backwards and flew behind him.
A big hand reached out to Situ Lue's back, removed the huge force, and stood firmly on the ground with Situ Lue's eyes. His black eyes looked at the Dragon Seal.
"Long Yin, do you really think I dare not kill you?" said the young man in black.
"Ye Xingpo, you are so brave! Do you know what the price of threatening me?"
"Threat?" Ye Xingpo smiled coldly and walked towards the dragon seal.
"It's him!"
By the window of the restaurant facing the street, Fan Xiushan and Tang Tianhe looked at each other, and the tall figure of the young man in black appeared in front of their eyes on the arena of the Daqin Imperial Academy.
"Swish..."
As soon as the two of them pressed the windowsill, they flew out and landed on the street with heavy rainstorms, calling out:
"Yexing Po!"
Ye Xingpo stopped and glanced at them. Fan Xiushan walked towards Ye Xingpo with a smile and said:
"Ye Xingpo, why bother with that scumbag? I've lost my identity in vain."
Long Yin's face showed a look of shame and anger, and a piece of blue and purple. He took a deep breath, and a sarcastic look appeared on his face:
"Nan Guoxiu Mountain is covered with winding mountains, and the north clouds and the sky rivers are vast. Haha... What a pity, now Nanguo City and Beiyun City have been destroyed by the demons and demons. You two stray dogs, don't you quickly hold your tails and dare to bark everywhere?"
Tang Tianhe, who was standing beside Situ Lue, suddenly clenched his fists. Fan Xiushan, who had already walked to Ye Xingpo, still had a faint smile on his face, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. His big feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and the water under his feet swept a water curtain, and his figure shot towards the dragon seal opposite like a sharp arrow. A fist exploded the layers of rain curtains, like a dragon passing through the layers of water curtains.
"Good come!"
Long Yin shouted loudly, took a step forward, and waved his punch to Fan Xiushan's fist.
"Bang!"
Two fists collided in the air, and raindrops shot down the walls on both sides of the street, making holes one by one.
Fan Xiushan's figure was blown away, and he turned over in the air and landed on the ground. He staggered back a few steps, and with a rumbling sound, his back hit the wall, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth.
“Buzz…”
The aura on Ye Xingpo's body was thriving, like a sharp sword unsheathed. The aura shattered the rain curtain around his body and turned into sliver of steam.
"Bang!"
Tang Tianhe took a step forward, and the earth trembled slightly, staring at the Dragon Seal like a ferocious beast. The Dragon Seal gently stretched out her arms, and her eyes were full of contempt:
"Come on, you slaps. Let you taste the martial arts of the Wuzong Palace today!"
"slow!"
Fan Xiushan, Tang Tianhe and Ye Xingpo stopped and turned to look at Situ Lue. Situ Lue looked at Long Seal with hatred, then curled his eyes, looked at Fan Xiushan and the other two, and said slowly:
"Three brothers, this is a matter between me and Long Yin, so I won't have to do anything for three."
Ye Xingpo and the other two said nothing, just looked at Situ Lue. Situ Lue took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the Long Seal. The heavy rain poured on his body, and his clothes were tightly attached to his body.
"Long Seal, I, Situ Lue, announced here today that I will leave the army. You understand that it is not that you drove me out, but that I will leave myself. Because you are here, the army is too dirty."
"Well said!" Fan Xiushan took off his armband from his left arm, raised his hand and threw it at the dragon seal: "It's better if this dirty army is separated."
"Dang..."
Another armband fell at the foot of Long Seal. Tang Tianhe walked slowly, his expression faint, just looking at Long Seal's eyes without any concealing his disgust. He walked to Fan Xiushan's side, raised his hand and patted Fan Xiushan's shoulder and said:
"You're right. It's better if you leave this dirty army."
Chapter completed!