The Black Book

roar!

Letting out a wild beast-like roar, the meatball-like man showed a speed that was not suitable for his size and turned into an afterimage and shot towards Zhu Haomiao.

Facing the giant mountain-like thing rushing towards him in the air, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhu Haomiao's eyes.

Speed, strength, and breath are all greatly improved...

Violent breeding?

Or the secret method of overdraft?

The speculation in his mind disappeared in a flash, and Zhu Haomiao turned around unhurriedly, dodging the attack gracefully and lightly.

boom!

The violent force tore apart the afterimage, exploding a large crater on the ground, and the thick green bricks fell apart, but it failed to harm the target at all.

He ducked to the enemy's flank and faced the unprepared weak point. The long sword in the young man's hand turned into cold fangs and penetrated directly into the vital point.

At the critical moment, the man struck back with his hand, swung away the sword edge, turned around and rushed towards Zhu Haomiao again.

"Beast! Kill you!!!"

With the man's mad howling echoing in his ears, looking at the bloody wounds on his hands that were so deep that he could see the bones, and looking at his unconscious and twisted expression, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly.

Faced with this completely non-defensive, life-for-life style of play, the supernatural combat intuition effect of [Lingxi] will immediately be reduced in half.

Although he was still in an invincible position and could surely be defeated without any injuries, considering that there was still a monk on the loose, Zhu Haomiao suddenly made a decision in his heart.

Quick victory!

He raised his eyes slightly, and a cruel blood-red divine light suddenly bloomed deep in his pupils.

【anger】!

boom!

The casserole-like fist was firmly caught by a white palm, and a circle of white mist visible to the naked eye expanded and exploded. The surrounding police officers could feel the strong wind sweeping past from a distance, causing their skin to ache.

In the center of the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao took the enemy's hateful blow with one hand, looked at his disbelieving blood-red pupils, and raised his sword to slash with an expressionless expression.

[Armor-breaking power·Invincible]

呲~

The icy long sword was attached with a layer of cold light as thin as a cicada's wing, which flashed in mid-air.

The next second, a fat head whirled into the sky, its wide-eyed pupils still retaining the ferocious fear before death.

boom!

The headless corpse weighing several hundred kilograms collapsed, and the gushing blood quickly spread out into a pool of blood on the ground.

Standing next to the corpse, Zhu Haomiao gently drew his sword, shook off the blood beads on the blade, and walked away without looking back.

"Collect the bodies and see if there are any clues."

Leaving behind a long instruction, Zhu Haomiao followed the footsteps of his subordinates, speeding all the way, and finally saw Yan Yunsheng and others who had intercepted the monk near the river bank.

More than a dozen detectives formed an encircling circle, with swords and sticks flying up and down inside, full of energy, and two strong figures flashing and moving, killing each other indistinguishably.

Seeing that Yan Yunsheng had stabilized the situation, Zhu Haomiao breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his pace, and approached the battlefield leisurely with his long sword in hand.

On the other side, sensing that the weird young man was chasing after him, the monk felt anxious and felt a sense of pressure piercing his back slowly approaching.

Noticing that the enemy was distracted, Yan Yunsheng saw the right moment and struck through the shadows of the staff with a powerful and heavy slash, leaving a ferocious gap in the monk's arm.

In pain, the monk roared angrily and forced Yan Yunsheng back. He covered his bleeding arm and turned his body to put the two powerful enemies in front of him.

Seeing that the enemy was already a turtle in the urn, Yan Yunsheng put away his sword and bowed respectfully to Zhu Haomiao who was walking beside him.

"Inspection Li."

"Um."

Zhu Haomiao glanced at him appreciatively, smiled and nodded.

From just half a day of contact, the young man realized that Yan Yunsheng was worth cultivating.

Although he is not very strong at present, he has a solid foundation and a perseverance. If he is well cultivated, he will be a middle-level cadre in the future.

If you have better understanding and qualifications, your future will be completely unlimited!

More importantly, judging from the convinced attitude of the members of the Anti-Theft Department towards him, this guy also has a high talent for management, which can save him a lot of effort.

In the flash of lightning, thoughts were flowing in Zhu Haomiao's mind, but his steps never stopped. He passed by Yan Yunsheng and walked towards the warrior monk who was facing a formidable enemy.

"Why did you break into the Anti-Theft Department without permission? What is your purpose?"

Listening to the young man's faint inquiry, the monk sneered.

"Hmph! You court eagle dogs are arresting my fourth brother and why are you asking me? That's ridiculous!"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao looked directly at Yan Yunsheng: "Who is his fourth brother?"

However, Yan Yunsheng also looked confused: "I don't know."

Seeing this, the monk was silent for a moment and then added.

"My fourth brother is known as [Bawang Dao] in the world of martial arts! A month ago, he was having a drink in Lechangfang and was captured by you court hawks!"

Hearing this, Yan Yunsheng suddenly remembered.

"Oh! Is that the [Overlord Sword] who is responsible for 73 murders and is wanted by the sea arrest documents?"

"Hmph! No matter how many people my fourth brother kills, it will still be a grudge in the world!"

"There are grievances and grievances in the world. It's not your turn to meddle in other people's business!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao roughly understood the reason. He stopped Yan Yunsheng who wanted to argue and walked towards the monk with his sword in hand.

"Grudges in the world?"

"Everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers!"

"You don't respect the king's law, do you want to rebel?"

However, to Zhu Haomiao's expectation, the monk sneered nonchalantly.

"What about rebellion?"

"The Emperor is a useless person, so why not kill him?"

Hearing such treasonous words, Zhu Haomiao was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.

In a world where extraordinary power belongs to oneself, the majesty of the kingship is not as solid as imagined.

If your own strength is not strong enough, even if you are the emperor, you can't suppress the unrest of the people below.

Since the founding of [Dazhen], the number of emperors who died in the hands of assassins cannot be counted on one hand.

Not to mention those unlucky people who died unclearly and inexplicably "dissolved in water"...

Only by stacking your own strength to [Upper Third Grade] can you barely sit on the supreme throne.

This is also the reason why martial arts talent is the most important when selecting the heir to the throne!

Zhu Haomiao was too lazy to talk nonsense, picked up the sword and walked quickly, his figure gradually accelerated, and finally turned into a residual shadow and shot towards the monk.

Seeing this, the monk, who was facing a great enemy, clenched the Zen stick in his hand and was about to raise his hand to attack. The boy who rushed forward with the sword suddenly raised his eyes, and the energy accumulated to the extreme burst out, and the pupils bloomed with a terrifying divine light that made him tremble.

[Anger]

[Accumulate Explosive Power·Destroy the Mountain]

The blood light overflowing from his eyes was quickly moved and left a residual image, leaving a gradually dissipating scarlet light band in the air. The boy's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then appeared behind the enemy without any warning.

The body leaned forward and slowly stood up. Zhu Haomiao turned his back to the enemy and gently drew the sword flower, shaking off a drop of blood left on the sword.

Behind him, the monk kept raising his hand to block, his pupils dilated a little bit, and he turned his head slowly and stiffly.

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It's okay to say that I'm short for two updates at ordinary times, but yesterday I was short for three updates. Don't you feel guilty? o(╥﹏╥)o