Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three ─ The Shadow Strikes

Nourishes...

From the neck as the center point, the entire body of the disciple of the Zuo family was gradually corroded, and then turned into fly ash.

Three figures appeared from the bushes, as if they were created out of nothing: "I really did not expect that a disciple of the Zuo family in the second palace realm would have such a strong alertness."

In the center is a woman. She said in a deep voice, "It's impossible for him to see through my [mirage], maybe the soft sound of stepping on the ground startled him."

The other person whispered: "Stop discussing it, hurry up. The Zuo family will not stop there, they will soon discover the disappearance of the tattoo artist."

"Yeah." The woman replied, she raised her head, and black smoke appeared from her left shoulder.

The black smoke was so thick that it turned into substance, forming a fist-sized, insect-like shape. I saw the insect flapping its wings, and invisible fluctuations enveloped the three of them, and the figure was once again integrated with the surrounding environment, as if invisible!

…………

"Ok?"

Zuo Chengzhe, who was in the room, only felt that his mood was a little out of control tonight, and he couldn't settle down on Zhou Tian, ​​who was constantly turning to [Mo Yi]. But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of the reason. As soon as he thought about it, he opened the door and wanted to go out.

Walking in Zuo's house made Zuo Chengzhe's heart slowly calm down.

Although Zuofu looks empty and fortified like a military barracks, human beings are a peculiar creature. No matter how chaotic and strange, after all, he has a natural intimacy with his own home. The Zuofu, which is entirely made of black altar wood, has a steady state of being like a mountain.

Zuo Chengzhe was thoughtful, perhaps when he built Zuofu, it was with this kind of artistic conception in mind.

Suddenly, he felt a warning sign!

The dragon head pattern on the chest suddenly opened his eyes!

The black energy rose from the body, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into armor again!

Ink armor!

puff!

A voice came from behind.

But the half-second delay was enough for Zuo Chengzhe to turn around and flick.

hum!

A black flying knife was bounced away, and severe pain came from the fingertips that bounced the flying knife!

poisonous!

The strength of the pattern that has been practiced for many years rushed to the fingertips frantically, suppressing the poison!

"what!?"

When Zuo Chengzhe raised his head, he saw three people standing in front of him.

Two men and one woman.

The breath emanating from it made Zuo Chengzhe's complexion change!

He was horrified to discover that if he were to fight against anyone in front of him, he might not be an opponent!

"Are you Zuo Chengzhe? It's not bad to be able to escape from my attack." A man on the left nodded, looking at Zuo Chengzhe with admiration in his eyes. But at the same time, there is a strange quality to that appreciation: "It might be interesting to put you into a pattern."

After he finished speaking, a black smoke appeared on the man's right palm. The black smoke condensed and formed into a flying knife.

Zuo Chengzhe was shocked!

This kind of breath, he has seen the most!

It was in Pingnanli, that Huangquan Taoist woman had the same breath!

In front of him is the powerhouse of the corpse pattern!

As for the man, he naturally ignored Zuo Chengzhe's horror, with an indifferent smile on his face, and the flying knife didn't have the slightest smell of fireworks. At the moment when the knife was fired, it was already in front of him!

Keng!

A long stick wrapped around the gust of wind, blocking Zuo Chengzhe's face: "What a daze!" Zuo Chengzhe is no stranger to this tattooed soldier. It was Zuo Sheng and his wind-piercing stick from the Jagged War Gate!

The other man had an angry look on his face: "Heizi, what are you doing! Go all out and take them down!"

The face of the man called Kuroko also became solemn.

I thought that the two ants in the three palaces were all hand-in-hand, but I didn't expect that they would not be able to take two hits. He also raised his head a bit, and when he saw another person speak, he also became serious. In the chest, black smoke spit out frantically. On the chest is a huge and terrifying giant hand, and the palm of its black hand has a ferocious one-eyed.

Only Kuroko heard the sound of chains, black chains extending from the [Dead Palm Pattern] on his chest to his right arm. On the right arm, a black shadow appeared. The shadow is slender, with a belt around his waist. On the belt, there is a handle of flying knives.

Kuroko let out a low voice, "Go!"

【Snake Tooth Knife】!

Several flying knives flew out, as if phantoms appeared.

A giant snake opened its stinky mouth, and several black flying knives were the fangs of its giant snake!

What a terrible tattoo technique!

Zuo Chengzhe pulled Zuo Sheng's chest next to him and shouted, "Come on! I'll block it!"

Zuo Sheng sneered: "Only the Zuo family members who died, not the Zuo family members who escaped!" He was also aware of the power of the offensive in front of him! I saw Zuo Sheng holding a wind-piercing stick in his hand, and when he came up, he was the most familiar and powerful tattoo technique—【Three Winds】!

Puff puff puff!

Countless translucent energy shot out!

It just hit the giant snake phantom, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it dissipated in an instant!

Only the woman in the middle had no waves on her face. In front of her eyes, the two young men were dead. The insect shadow that has been hovering above their heads has begun to flap its wings again, ready to leave this place as soon as the two die!

Zuo Sheng is not a weak person, he came from the Zuo family and was taught by the Jagged War Sect. His potential is amazing, and he will have the opportunity to step into the Fourth Palace in the future. But to his despair, although the fluctuations in the three people in front of him are also in the third palace, their strength is outrageously strong, almost equal to the powerhouse of the fourth palace! Who are they!

Just as the giant snake, or the terrifying flying knives came to him, a voice sounded!

Roar! !

The dragon head on Zuo Chengzhe's chest opened his mouth and roared up to the sky with him!

【Dragon Yin】!

In the face of such a powerful opponent, Zuo Chengzhe has no suspense, and the most powerful tattoo technique is the first shot!

boom!

The invisible sound waves, with the injection of Zuo Chengzhe Wen force, turned into dragon-shaped sound waves, and bombarded together with the snake-shaped phantom!

The moment Zuo Chengzhe roared, the three knew it was broken.

Sound pattern technology, in the final analysis, is also sound.

This sound almost resounded through most of the Qinglong Avenue!

And Zuo Mansion, all the sleeping people woke up instantly!

"Enemy attack!!!!!!"

"All Zuo disciples! Go to battle!"

…………

boom!

Zuo Sheng and Zuo Chengzhe were sent back!

And another man shouted violently, "Heizi!!!"

Heizi also roared back: "That's Zuo Chengzhe! The genius of the tattoo artist! Don't worry, he will definitely not be able to stop my tattoo skills!"

"That's not the point, the point is that it's exposed now!"

Kuroko sneered: "I didn't expect to hide it for long anyway!"

The woman obviously felt that the man called Kuroko had something to say, and gave him a cold look: "What do you mean!" She was in charge of the auxiliary tattoo artist, and this time she was the center to cover up the whereabouts. Heizi's remarks clearly showed complete distrust of her.

swoosh swish...

Countless bursts of wind swarmed.

Kuroko looked around for a week, and the smile on his face became more and more gloomy: "This is a bit of strength!"

The other man was obviously more calm: "Xiaodie, you go to complete the task. Here, I will block with Kuroko!"

The woman called Xiaodie nodded: "Okay."

Above the head, it turned out to be the shadow of a butterfly.

The shadow fanned, and waves like pollen enveloped her, then disappeared.