After Yin Xiu followed Ma Wang to the box, Luo Wei stayed below.
He hates evil, but he is not too pedantic to feel unhappy because Yin Xiu has to deal with King Ma.
He just simply didn't want to go up.
In this way, Luo Wei could only stand underneath, looking around until he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
Fang Yin!
Luo Wei followed without hesitation.
"Brother, ticket stub!" said the security guard who came over.
"Got it!"
Luo Wei turned around and took the ticket stub from the opponent's hand. When he turned back, Fang Yin's beautiful figure had slipped into the passage and disappeared.
"Hey, in the way!"
Luo Wei cursed angrily, quickened his pace, and dived in without bothering to notify Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu.
As soon as he plunged into the corner, a cold light flashed, and several powerful arrows penetrated his body, bringing up several bloody flowers.
After a slight explosion, Luo Wei fell to the ground, blood staining his white shirt red.
"To be honest, this thing is much easier to use than a gun, it is silent, and it can also set off our expert temperament a little, so that we will not be confused with the gun-playing gangsters on the street."
"But I always think that guns are much easier to use and more convenient than crossbows. Once you put them on your waist or sleeves, no one will be able to see them.
It’s not like now, when we carry boxes on our backs, like two street performers. ”
"Don't be ridiculous, performers can't come here. We have to be violinists and artists after all!"
Two people in uniform suits came over and carefully confirmed Luo Wei's life and death.
At this moment, Luo Wei, who had already expired, suddenly jumped up and kicked out like lightning.
After kicking one person unconscious, he punched the other person again, making him dizzy and unable to straighten his back.
The crossbows held in the hands of the two men were knocked down in an instant before they could lift them up. Apart from the pain, all that was left was shock.
"What are you two prostitutes doing? You wander around the racecourse with such powerful crossbows and shoot at everyone you see..."
"No," Luo Wei showed a sneer, "It's not that you shoot when you see people, but you shoot when you see me. Are you a master of blood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two more cold lights flashed through. Just as Luo Wei wanted to dodge, he realized that they were not directed at him. The two flying knives had already penetrated into the throats of the two people lying on the ground, sealing their throats with blood.
"Killing your own people, are you going too far?"
Luo Wei looked towards the other end of the passage, with clear anger in his eyes.
"Too much? For the sake of the imperial court, nothing can be done too much."
In the corner, a blond man wearing a suspender suit vest and gold-rimmed glasses came out and looked at Luo Wei calmly.
"They are seriously injured and can't go far. Staying here is tiring. As brothers, we don't want to see them suffer, so we just give them a ride."
"Brother? They are really lucky to have a brother like you. The smoke is rising from their ancestral graves."
Luo Wei snorted coldly, "I thought the court's own manpower was enough, but I didn't expect that even foreign swordsmen were invited to help. They are really eclectic in terms of employment."
"What are you talking about?"
The man's eyes were disdainful, "I'm not one of those swordsmen who can be hired for money and would even sell their own mothers for a penny."
Taking a deep breath, he said: "I am the bachelor of Langya Pavilion, Lang Ciping, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and I teach foreign language to His Majesty *** in the palace."
Luo Wei couldn't help but be stunned, "You're a teacher, why are you here to fight?"
"You eat the king's salary and worry about the king."
Lang Ciping turned his neck and moved his hands and feet.
Edict!
He kicked into the sky, as fast as lightning, bringing out a series of afterimages and leaving only a blast.
Luo Wei shook his finger at him, "Kicking looks good, kicking fast is of no use, only kicking is useful."
"I know."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Ciping suddenly jumped out and stabbed Luo Wei in the face with a kick, as fast as running fire.
Almost as soon as he heard the sound, the sole of Lang Ciping's shoe poked over and covered Luo Wei's face.
Luo Wei did not retreat but advanced forward. He stepped forward, twisted his neck, and barely avoided the kick. At the same time, he punched Lang Ciping in the chest with both fists.
At this moment, Lang Ciping's clothes fluttered, and the purple dragon and tiger energy came out of his body.
At the same time, a shrill crane cry sounded, causing Luo Wei's eardrums to tighten and his pupils to vibrate.
I saw a cloud rising from Lang Ciping's body, and the crow of a white crane. The cloud directly shocked Luo Wei's mind and body, causing his speed to drop suddenly.
Boom!
With one punch, the dragon and tiger energy poured out in the passage. Luo Wei flew out like a broken sack, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled several times before finally stopping.
[The fate of being canonized by the court? 】
Just what Yin Xiu said flashed through Luo Wei's mind, and when he raised his head again, Lang Ciping had already bumped into him, his knee slamming into his face.
Without enough time to think, Luo Wei raised his arms to resist, but the powerful and heavy blow knocked him back several steps and staggered.
Lang Ciping sneered, and whipped his leg again, crossing the gap of several steps between the two sides, and threw it into Luo Wei's face, causing the crane to roar suddenly.
Luo Wei cheered up and resisted the strong mental interference again. He dodged forward, dodged behind the whip's legs, reached forward with one hand, grabbed Lang Ciping's chest, and was about to smash him away.
Lang Ciping lowered his foot and stepped back. At the same time, he blocked Luo Wei's wrist with one hand, preventing him from using any force.
Suddenly, his retreating steps were blocked by the coldness of a foot, and he was delayed.
Luo Wei didn't know when he had taken a step ahead of him and stopped his retreat.
laugh!
Lang Ciping's feet left the ground and he was violently thrown away.
After turning around in the air, he landed lightly.
Also landing with him were the buttons on his trousers and one of Lang Ciping's suspenders hanging down to his legs.
"Do you know? I brought this dress from Dunling back then. This is the only one made by the best tailor in Dunling.
In the past, I would only wear it when giving lessons to the emperor and participating in certain ceremonies.
This trip was in a hurry, and I didn’t have many formal clothes, so this was the one I grabbed casually. ”
Lang Ciping's eyes were fierce as he picked up another piece of paper from the ground.
It was the stub of the betting slip, and as Luo Wei tore it apart, it fell out of Lang Ciping's body.
Although he was talking about clothes, he seemed to be more concerned about this betting slip.
"This game is about to start. I bought [Rongteng Era] and won alone."
As soon as the words fell, from the end of the passage, the mechanical bell symbolizing the game rang quickly, and the game began. The spectator seats, which were originally just noisy, like chirping sparrows and insects, suddenly erupted into cheers and applause like a mountain roar and a tsunami, shaking the walls in the passage so that the ash fell straight down.
Lang Ciping originally wanted to say something, but the loud noise was enough to cover up any individual voice, so he closed his mouth and instead showed two fingers.
It's not about saying "yeah."
Lang Ciping meant that within two minutes, he would completely knock down and kill Luo Wei.
In response, Rowe raised his hand and raised the longest finger on his right hand towards him.
Lang Ciping's attention was not on Luo Wei's fingers at this time. He stood on tiptoes and looked behind Luo Wei.
He smiled when the nine horses passed through the narrow field of view of the passage one by one, with [Rongteng Era] following closely at the forefront.
"I'm going to make a fortune."
This was the last thing he said to Luo Wei. Regardless of whether the latter heard it or not, Lang Ciping stepped forward and gave him another sharp kick.
Luo Wei had suffered losses twice before, but this time he rushed forward without hesitation.
Regardless of whether he was suffering from the Dragon Tiger Gang Qi or miasma and hernia, Luo Wei was not afraid.
The two of them approached quickly, and Luo Wei, like Lang Ciping, kicked him and bumped into him.
Just as it bounced away due to the reaction force, Lang Ciping twisted his ankle and kicked him again, catching wind and thunder.
Luo Wei's pupils tightened and he leaned back. Just as he was about to dodge, there was another shrill sound of wind roaring and cranes in his ears. Lang Ciping kicked him again, hitting him in the chest.
Flying upside down again, Luo Wei rolled on the ground a few times unwillingly, heavier and more embarrassed than before.
After a few breaths, the fatal depression in his chest quickly recovered and became as smooth as before.
Rakshasa's terrifying recovery ability allowed Luo Wei to avoid death even if he suffered several losses, including being penetrated by several arrows at the beginning.
It seemed that Lang Ciping's damage to him was not fatal enough. When Luo Wei stood up again, most of the dragon and tiger energy flowing in his body had been dissipated and no longer disturbed his heart.
"It seems that I underestimated you."
Regardless of whether Luo Wei could hear it or not, Lang Ciping stamped his foot, a bright handle dangled on the toe of his shoe, and a sharp knife as thin as a willow leaf came out.
This knife was also brought from Dunling and made by the best knifemaker in Dunling.
It is usually hidden in the sole of the shoe, but it is not necessarily used in a fight. It is very precious and can easily get chipped if bumped into it.
Lang Ciping would only take it out and use it unless he encountered someone like Luo Wei who couldn't be killed by a kick.
Because it is also very sharp, with just one stroke, it can cut someone's neck and kill the enemy.
Luo Wei deserves to die under this knife!
Poof!
A cold light flashed, and the clothes on Luo Wei's chest tore open, and blood splattered.
"I'm going to beat you up! This outfit cost me a month's salary!"
Luo Wei was furious, and after letting the blade strike again, he was about to step forward when Lang Ciping's feet came roaring to kick him again.
Is this damn foreign devil really like a white crane, with feet that are taller than anyone else?
Luo Wei could barely avoid it again, and the blade scraped across his scalp, leaving a definite chill.
Lang Ciping had a sneer on his face. With hundreds of years of luck from the imperial court, how could a young police detective from Hong Kong, half a vampire, and the light of a firefly compete with the sun and the moon?
While dealing with Luo Wei in a leisurely mood, Lang Ciping's mood somehow drifted to the ongoing horse racing competition.
"Now the front [Thunderbolt] has entered the corner first, half a body ahead of the second place [Jinyu Industry], followed closely behind them are [Haojiazai], [Kuisheng], [Rongteng] Times]..."
"Very good, I'm still following you. [Rongteng Era] hasn't yet exerted its strength."
With this thought in mind, Lang Ciping made another slanting move, forcing Luo Wei to step back. At the same time, he had already taken half a step and stood up in advance, just waiting for him to hit him.
Suddenly, Lang Ciping caught a glimpse of a red mist, a large area of red, like blood!
The red cloud appeared from nowhere, making Lang Ciping's heart beat wildly.
Opposite him, Luo Wei's eyes had turned into a strange silvery blue at some point, and looking at him made people feel inexplicably panicked.
It seemed as if he was being targeted by a venomous snake or some kind of bloodthirsty beast in the forest. He was covered in ice and could not move his feet at all.
"It's [Big Demon Form]!"
Lang Ciping suddenly remembered that he heard this from a demon hunter when he was in Dunling.
It is said that when certain counts of vampire families live to a certain age, if they are lucky or are favored by the dark gods, they will receive blessings and acquire the so-called "Great Demon Form".
To a certain extent, this is regarded as an upgrade in soul and body, making their power comparable to those of the legendary blood princes.
But no one can tell whether this form is a legend, a real occurrence, or some kind of fallacy from onlookers.
But now, from Luo Wei, Lang Ciping truly felt that this was the [Great Demon Form]!
Even if the other party is a Rakshasa, a fake vampire who is less than half!
Luo Wei doesn't care what shape or form he has, he doesn't understand this.
At this time, half of the blood in his body had been extracted, turning into a scarlet blood mist surrounding him.
For most creatures, losing half of the blood in the body is equivalent to death. This is why Yin Xiu gave up those powerful vampire tricks before.
But for vampires, blood is often part of their own weapons, and it is still the best weapon to use.
These blood mist are improving Luo Wei's combat effectiveness.
Amidst the scarlet, Luo Wei struck out.
This time, his speed was much faster than before, and his movements were filled with afterimages.
Lang Ciping kicked the ball in the air, and when he tried to fight back, Luo Wei had already bullied him, grabbed his throat, and kept one foot at the same time, pushing him against the wall.
Fast, so fast!
Sensing something bad, Lang Ciping fought back, but Luo Wei slapped him away and hit his chest with his elbow, causing blood to spurt out.
Just when he thought he was dead and about to have his throat strangled by Luo Wei, Luo Wei stopped and raised a finger to signal him to be silent.
"Hush, I bet you that [Rongteng Era] won't win."
So the two of them maintained their fighting posture and stood quietly in the passage, listening to the announcement coming from the loudspeaker and the faint sound of horse hooves.
"Okay! In the last three hundred meters, the leading group of horses has passed the last corner.
Rongteng Era! The Rongteng Era has begun to exert force! It looked up.
First, he overtook Kui Sheng, and then Hao Jiazai. The Rongteng Era was still accelerating, approaching the Human Torch at the front!
Jockeys from the Roaring Era are still cracking the whip!
well! Age of Rising ran out of energy, it fell, slowed down, and the Human Torch won! pity! ”
Click!
Lang Ciping's neck broke in response. (End of chapter)