fifth form

Chapter 1950 Confrontation
At the corner of the huge building of Shuiyun Pavilion, Pei Jing and others dressed in workers' uniforms set up an ambush.

Although no one knew who was smart enough to arrange for technicians to install surveillance in Liuyuan, Pei Jing and others took advantage of this opportunity.

They changed into work clothes and put on helmets.

The simple response operation allowed them to walk around the Willow Garden with just a few rolls of wire and instruments, and they would know exactly what was happening in every place.

For example, Wang Haoran and others were caught off guard by them and were easily dealt with.

If they didn't need to gain more bargaining chips to control the relevant industries in Xijing City, they would have given Wang Haoran a quick death after crippling him.

When they repeated the operation again, this time they targeted Zhou Rihui.

Seeing Zhou Rihui stumbling into the place where everyone was guarding, covered in blood, Pei Jing, who had made many plans, couldn't hold his temper when he saw this incident happening to him.

Pei Jing let out a low cry, and rushed out together with the people he had ambushed.

Zhou Rihui, covered in blood, rushed forward madly, but then stopped abruptly.

As if he had been prepared, Zhou Rihui braked very accurately during the sprint.

This is the ability brought by top-level on-the-spot reaction.

Pei Jing's sword missed and he couldn't help but let out a low cry in his heart.

"Good job!"

He swung his sword, bent his body slightly, and then shot out.

No matter what Zhou Rihui is capable of, it is impossible to let the other party out once he has fallen into the tiger's mouth.

As long as Zhou Xin didn't come, Pei Jing was indeed not afraid of a head-on fight.

The long sword of pursuit stabbed continuously, and after several dull sounds, the blood of Zhou Rihui's body had already spilled out.

"You are still a little bit inferior to your father's strength. My sword is enough to drain all your blood in three minutes!"

Zhou Rihui roared and attacked with a punch, but Pei Jing dodged by tilting his body, and couldn't help but snorted coldly to hit Zhou Rihui's mentality.

"Old thing!"

Zhou Rihui felt pain in his body.

If Zhang Qiaoen's knife was a violent and fatal blow, Pei Jing's sword was a thorn hidden in cotton.

The opponent was clearly wielding a long sword, but its effect was the same as that of Professor Luo Tianming and Luo Hui's Breaking Needle.

Pei Jing's sword did not have a curved tip, but was long and thin, with the tip as thin and sharp as a needle.

Perhaps it was aimed at Zhou Xin, Pei Jing's sword was extremely special. It was not a conventional sword, but was extremely targeted.

This sword is undoubtedly extremely good at stabbing.

Zhou Rihui felt a sharp pain in his body from the stab. He was completely unable to stop his body from twisting and dodging due to the pain, and he couldn't help but curse.

Waves of dark blue color continued to float across his body, and the flesh on his palms quickly thickened and grew larger. His hands, like a palm-leaf fan, repeatedly slapped out in an attempt to grab Pei Jing or his sword.

But after several unsuccessful attempts, Zhou Rihui gave up on his attempt to risk his life.

This was his most hated opponent, and the one who could defeat him, even if he entered the sixth sequence.

But Zhou Rihui still has strong enough confidence in his heart.

If Ren Yisheng could get involved in the fight, even if he was given the slightest chance, he would be able to break Pei Jing's greatest advantage and turn defense into offense.

When Zhou Rihui hugged Pei Jingshi with his arms to protect himself, he felt a sharp pain in his waist and was hit by Xu Wan's dart again.

A slight sour and numb feeling surged into his heart. How could Zhou Rihui not know that he had been poisoned? It was only his body that could withstand it without dying suddenly.

Another ten sharp steel claws grabbed towards his eyes, and Zhou Rihui just managed to avoid them by turning his head.

In just a short moment, Zhou Rihui suffered attacks from three sixth-sequencers.

Although he suffered many blows, Pei Ying behind him was still more than 40 meters away from Zhou Rihui, while Li Yingbo and others were still a hundred meters away.

His continuous attacks attracted the attacks of three people and entangled them.

"It's a scam!"

When Chen Zhenguo, who was holding a shield in the back, shouted, Zhou Rihui felt the pressure on him instantly relieved.

The yin and yang stimulation shot over, and Xu Wana had to be distracted to deal with it. Then thick smoke appeared, and countless black smoke rolled up.

Zhou Rihui had a hard time seeing his surroundings, but he knew clearly that Li Yingbo and the others were not within a few meters of him, which made him punch and hit them. A dull cry of pain sounded, and his fists collided with a large shield.

When Zhou Rihui was almost knocked off balance by someone’s back, it made Zhou Rihui realize that Zhou Bo, the stupid High Sequencer, had arrived.

The bayonet used by Zhou Bo weighs sixty kilograms, which is a means to restrain this type of shield-bearing sequencers.

He groaned, and as he reluctantly made room, he kicked forward again.

When he kicked him, Zhou Rihui felt as if he had kicked a wooden stake, and the sound of bones breaking was heard instantly.

"Suppressed by Ren Yisheng's intimidation!"

Zhou Rihui was very happy.

As long as they can stop the frontal killing, the Sequencers who are good at deterrence will play an unparalleled auxiliary role in the fight.

It was no use for Chen Zhenguo to shout "it's a fraud" because time had already entered their attack rhythm.

Huo Deqian's smoke bombs made it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. This kind of explosive was suitable for use when escaping, but they still used it in the attack. Everyone saw the confusing effect brought by the smoke, which would give Ren Yisheng and others the possibility to play a role.

At this time, the combat plan worked in one fell swoop, and Zhou Rihui became very murderous, and started to attack wildly with all his might.

It was not until Zhou Bo, who had hit him with a dagger earlier, fell to the ground with a groan, that Zhou Rihui put away his fists and feet.

He waved his hands vigorously and swept across the area filled with black smoke, trying to find the exact location of his opponents.

It wasn’t long, only one minute and twenty-two seconds.

The duration of the Sequencers' confrontation should not have been so short. Even if Pei Jing joined forces to encircle and suppress him, Zhou Rihui's blood would only shine within three minutes. However, the deterrence and suppression brought an influence that is difficult to describe.

As long as they hold on, the rhythm of the battle will enter their home court, and even Zhou Rihui can wipe out his opponents even if he fights randomly.

Another gunshot was heard amid the billowing black smoke.

Accompanied by the opponent's groan, Zhou Rihui positioned himself, jumped up and smashed down heavily.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and ten sharp claws were forcefully torn off and thrown away. Wang Handian, a sixth-sequencer who was good at using steel claws on his fingers, was killed by him without a trace of breath.

"Bah!"

He exhaled and spoke again, then Zhou Rihui stomped down heavily.

The sound of a helmet breaking was heard, and a pair of hands like pliers tightly grasped his right foot.

The dying struggle did not cause the balance of the battle to tilt. After just five seconds of exertion, the sound of bones breaking under Zhou Rihui's right foot was heard again.

Zhou Rihui stretched out his hand and grabbed a bumpy steel shield weighing more than 200 kilograms in his hand.

He picked up the steel shield and waved it forward, and the black smoke immediately surged forward like waves.

A golden light flew through the black smoke.
When Zhou Rihui quickly tilted his head, he felt a pain in his ear. When he activated the Black Armor Fighting Technique, his ear, which was as hard as iron, was almost cut off at the root.

"Screw you!"

He smashed the steel shield in his hand forward.

The ears are an awkward part of the body. Cutting one off will not affect his strength at the sixth sequence, and few people would specifically cut off an ear during a fight, but it does affect a person's integrity.

Zhou Rihui didn't expect that he would end up like this. He was filled with hatred at the moment, and could only hope that Zhang Xuezhou could reconnect his ears when the time comes, so that he would not have any problems with the incompleteness when seeking the seventh sequence in the future.

"Go!"

Zhu Liangping's voice arrived just in time, and Xu Wana's painful voice was also heard in the black smoke.

Then two more gunshots were heard, and the sound of pain suddenly turned into the sound of someone struggling to breathe.

"Professor Song, be careful on the right!"

When Zhang Xuezhou's voice sounded, Zhou Rihui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't just Zhang Xuezhou who was shooting. Song Buer had sneaked in here at some point and was also cooperating in secret.

The four great masters around Pei Jing killed three people in a short period of time, and Zhang Xuezhou and others obviously targeted Du Qi, who was the weakest in the sequence.

"Pei Jing, get out!"

Zhou Rihui shouted loudly.

The purpose of eliminating others first is to work together to deal with Pei Jing.

But Zhou Rihui lost Pei Jing's direction in the black smoke and had no idea where the other party had hidden during the confrontation.