Start with detective Li Yuanfang

Chapter 367 Hurt the enemy a thousand, I hurt myself by eighty

"Zhizhao, go quickly, you are the princess of Silla, and you have a heavy responsibility, so you must not lose anything!"

Facing Li Yan who rushed towards him, "Zuo Ming" made a difficult decision and let out a long roar.

Jin Zhizhao in the room was stunned, almost uttered a word of Xiba, and ran out scrambling.

Among the three disciples, she feared her master the most, and this time she also felt that she couldn't help herself. The fat man in the inner prison was too scary, not to mention that all her senior brothers had betrayed her, what else could she do?

So in the process of acting just now, she was more or less ashamed, but the master sold her without hesitation.

The point is that it's useless to sell it. Li Yan simply ignored Jin Zhizhao who was pretending to run away, and locked on to the target.

"Zuo Ming" was like a ghost, and flitted to the eaves. When he saw him chasing him, he burst into anger: "Do you really think you can kill me?"

Li Yan's response was to break a thousand troops: "If you have the guts, don't run away!"

"Zuo Ming" thought I was a fool if I didn't run away, he flicked his sleeves, and flew out like a vulture.

The two sides began to fly over the wall, chasing after each other.

What made "Zuo Ming" happy was that the advantage of his sixth sense was finally brought into play.

His position was erratic and strange, as if he was about to change direction at any time, but once Li Yan behind him changed direction accordingly, it was expected that the enemy's initiative would remain the same, and he would gradually distance himself.

Li Yan was not surprised by this, and faced up to his own strengths and weaknesses.

He is very clear that according to his martial arts attainments, his current self is indeed inferior to this strong man who has cultivated the strength of consciousness to the sixth consciousness.

His strength is fighting power.

After all, even if a general with natural supernatural power does not cultivate strength, ordinary warriors will be beaten to the ground. When the gap in martial arts is not particularly large, a strong body, a dragon, a tiger, and a tiger can be defeated with one blow. ten will.

What's more, Li Yan's strength is more than a little bit stronger. His physical fitness, which is rated as extraordinary and refined, does not include the effect of practicing consciousness-only strength. After opening the five consciousnesses, the gap with ordinary humans will only be widened.

So even if "Zuo Ming" turned on the escape mode and used his own advantages, Li Yan kept calm, followed him, and observed his direction.

The two chased and fled for two streets, and Li Yan was basically sure that the target of "Sa Ming" was not Miyagi, but Nishiichi.

The West Market is a place where Hu merchants and foreign races gather. There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons. People like "Zuo Ming" who like to plot in secrets must have a secret stronghold in it, equipped with a certain amount of force.

With the current situation, as long as "Zuo Ming" finds some helpers, delays for a while, and goes to Chang'an City, it will be difficult to find them.

Li Yan also has helpers here, but he doesn't plan to use them at this time.

therefore.

Continue to explode!

Will be full bow, shoot Sirius!
Li Yan dodged and flew, like an arrow leaving the string, spanning a distance of ten meters in an instant.

Then sprint!

In a flash, Li Yan shot Sirius three times in one breath, and even his body felt slight pain.

Fortunately, after his body consciousness was activated, he had real control over himself, and this burden was completely bearable.

What was unbearable was "Sa Ming" who was approached in front of him again.

"damn it!"

With so many fancy moves, all he got in exchange was a sprint three times in a row. "Sa Ming" clearly showed anger and a trace of panic in his eyes. He raised his hands and continued to receive the knife.

Just now in the courtyard, Li Yan's saber light was still a little bit difficult to use, but now his saber's momentum has become wider and wider, and it can be swung freely.

The raindrops all over the sky seemed to be galloping along the battlefield with thousands of troops, each hit was accompanied by force, hitting the robe, piercing through small holes.

"Sa Ming"'s heart sank quickly.

Obviously, his retreat and guilty conscience further widened the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.

If we say that before, the battle situation was still evenly matched, but now there is a clear distinction between superior and inferior.

But at this time, there were many voices from below.

Now it's not nighttime, but daytime, even if it's raining heavily, the sky is dark, and the huge flow of people in Chang'an has caused the two to fight on the eaves, causing many people to poke their heads out of curiosity, and some to report to Marquis Wu With Fang Ding.

"Zuo Ming"'s eyes lit up, he had a new way to get out, and said sharply: "Li Yuanfang, if you force me any more, don't blame me for being rude!"

Li Yan responded coldly: "In front of me, do you still want to jump over the wall?"

After the words fell, the saber's power rose angrily, Ren Jiangshan came out again, and the mighty saber light swept across.

"Zuo Ming" parried with all his strength, waiting for this move, this insanely strong guy should also have a breathing period.

Do not!
On the contrary, Li Yan then changed his tactics and followed Ren Jiangshan with Po Qianjun, revealing obvious flaws at the same time.

Almost subconsciously, "Zuo Ming" held the chain blade with his right hand, pierced the clouds and pierced the air with his left hand, and slapped Li Yan.

This was a normal attack, and Li Yan could dodge it completely, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and used his horns to resist the horizontal force. When "Zuo Ming" pressed his palm on his body, his fist also hit "Zuo Ming" "On the body.

The two groaned at the same time.

"Zuo Ming" pressed his palm firmly. Although it was as if it was slapped on iron and stone, it was so stiff and scary, but people are not made of metal and stone. Along with the falling raindrops, the waves surged out.

But Li Yan's fist didn't hit hard enough. The opponent's dodge in an instant took off at least half of his strength, and only a small part of his strength hit the opponent's body.

In comparison, Li Yan naturally suffered a lot.

But his body swayed, the blood in his body was rushing, his palms were as hard as white jade, a faint mist rose from his head, he took a deep breath, and screamed loudly: "Come again!"

"Zuo Ming" felt severe pain in his body, and his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately realized this person's purpose, turned around and ran away.

But he couldn't run away, Li Yan's saber light followed him like a shadow, and he slashed angrily: "Come on! Big wounds are replaced by small wounds, don't you dare?"

"Zuo Ming" dodged again and again, and made four or five miraculous maneuvers in mid-air, but in the end he still had to raise his palm, and then performed a stance to swing around the world.

Then Li Yan made a move with his left hand, following the same pattern.

You clap, I clap, one palm for one punch!
The common people watching the excitement below quickly lost track of the two of them, because "Zuo Ming" started to run wildly, but there was always a non-human person chasing the angry hammer behind.

This rhythm has returned to the period of the confrontation in the courtyard just now.

At that time, "Zuo Ming" expended less strength than Li Yan, but he still couldn't bear it.

It was the same at this time, just four times of exchanging fists and palms, "Zuo Ming" could no longer run at top speed, and chose an empty courtyard to float down, his body swayed violently.

Li Yan then descended, standing in the majestic rain, with blood spilling from the corners of his lips, his posture was still proud and upright.

He turned his head sideways, spit out the stagnant blood stagnant in his body with a puff, and pointed the blade directly, gaining momentum for healing.

"Zuo Ming" stretched his hands and fingers, and the toga with the edge of the torn robe squeaked in the wind. He didn't vomit blood, and he still maintained his demeanor.

It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful, because it is rainy, a trace of blood oozes from the edge of the gap in the mask, it can be seen that this person vomited in the mask secretly.

Regardless of whether the face was covered with blood or not, the two confronted each other coldly, both trying to heal their injuries.

For a strong man of this level, the power of his fists and palms is extremely astonishing. If Jin Zhizhao and Ashina Huan were replaced by the punches they just received, their internal organs would rupture and they would die tragically.

Only Yang Zaiwei can support it, because like the two of them, he has practiced consciousness-only energy.

Most of the Buddhist strength methods are good at healing, and the bright strength is the best. It is the best strength method for the elderly. It can live without disease, and the consciousness strength is good at self-healing. It will be back to normal after a while, which is the magic of this method.

Now Li Yan and "Zuo Ming" are running their consciousness-only power together to heal their injuries.

During the recovery process, "Zuo Ming" spoke first, with a clear intention of retreating: "Li Yuanfang, you are a dignified internal guard, a close friend of the crown prince, and have a bright future in the future. Do you really want to die with me?"

Li Yan's eyes were strange: "You are also a master, how can you say such absurd words, I hurt the enemy a thousand, and I hurt myself by eighty!"

"My injury will heal within a few days, how long will it take for you?"

"I'm going to celebrate my eighteenth birthday this year, and I'm about to reach the age of weak crown. How about you? Forty? Or fifty? Or even sixty?"

"Any strength method is based on the strength of the body. No matter how good the recovery ability is, if you are always seriously injured, it will be difficult to make up for the physical trauma, and your lifespan will definitely be reduced."

"I'll let you lose ten years of life, and you'll die on the spot, and you'll die together... Do you deserve it?"

"Zuo Ming" was silent for a while, and said word by word: "Li Yuanfang, don't be complacent! Let's come again!"

Between lightning and flint, the two fought again, and exchanged three punches and four palms.

This time Li Yan took a slap, but one of the punches landed firmly on "Zuo Ming".

"Zuo Ming" fell into the air at the sound, hit the ground with a bang, turned his head sideways, and quickly pulled the lower end of the mask to let out the blood he vomited.

Li Yan didn't feel well either, he staggered a little when he fell to the ground, he spit out two mouthfuls of blood, his face turned pale.

The two quieted down at the same time, stood still, and started the healing competition again.

It took a full quarter of an hour this time before "Zuo Ming" regained his composure. Seeing Li Yuanfang, who had a firm killing intent and forced him over with a knife, he let out a shrill scream.

In the third round, after the two exchanged fists and palms, they couldn't stand still and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Zuo Ming"'s chest heaved violently, and there was a cry in his voice: "Li Yuanfang, don't you just rely on your good body, what's so great about it!"

Li Yan replied modestly: "This is what I worked hard for."

After all, try your best to heal your wounds.

at last.

Two quarters of an hour later, under the desperate gaze of "Zuo Ming", Li Yan stood up for the fourth time, dusted his chest, and raised the chain knife:

"I'll have to rest for a few more months when I go back."

"And you... are going to die!!"

(End of this chapter)