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When Liu Sitong arrived with a large team, Zhang Ping had already left.

Stepping on Liu Sixun's furious reprimand and stunned, Zhang Ping said "Who else?" No one dared to respond.

Seeing that no one was fighting, Zhang Ping was a little bored.

He let go of Liu Sixun's foot, greeted the elder upstairs and left.

Even if he knew that Liu Song's tail was following him, he didn't care.

Liu Song, who thought he was hiding well, did not know that Zhang Ping had discovered him long ago.

And Liu Song found a place to hide the moment the martial artists fell, and did not dare to show his face after sending the message to Liu Sitong.

After all, Midtown is so big, it will take time for Liu Sitong to get here.

Liu Song, who didn't dare to continue to provoke Zhang Ping, just followed all the way hiding his head and showing his tail, sending messages to his second young master to report his location from time to time.

After all, Liu Sitong can be regarded as an outstanding member of the family. According to Liu Song's report, Zhang Ping's course of action was predicted in advance.

By the time Zhang Ping and the Great Elder strolled around and turned a corner, Liu Sitong had already led people to guard there.

Seeing Daxi, Liu Song hid all the way behind Zhang Ping, pointing at the two of them and winking at Liu Sitong.

Liu Sitong nodded, indicating that the second uncle could withdraw first.

Glancing at Zhang Ping, he was surprised to find that this talent was in a state of high aura, and he was surprised and delighted.

What surprised me was that the Wangqi state could hurt Liu Sixun, who was able to suppress his own martial artist.

The joy is that his level is so low, and he can easily win it to please his boss.

Joyful in his heart, he didn't show his feet, and kept Feng Feiwen's words in mind at all times, without saying a word, he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to follow, and drew his sword to kill first.

After hearing Liu Song's summons, Liu Sitong thought it was a stubborn stubble, and after adding fuel and vinegar in front of Feng Feiwen, he brought twenty good hands.

Now including himself, a total of 21 warriors at the sky-blood level came in unison with their swords drawn, with undisguised killing intent!
Zhang Ping's eyelids twitched, he held his backhand falsely, and the Dragon Slaying Saber appeared out of thin air from the folding space.

This action moved Liu Sitong's heart.

"There is actually a magic weapon of space!"

If you said that you just wanted to give a hard hand to the people who were in charge of exorcising demons, you should put a face on the exorcising department.

But now he thought that Zhang Ping possessed the magic weapon of space, and suddenly thought of killing people to seize the treasure!
Stepping a little faster, the sword in his hand possessed spiritual power, and slashed directly at Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping slashed horizontally without spiritual energy, making the smile on Liu Sitong's face even more ferocious!

Die!

When the swords collided, the blade cut off as imagined, and the feeling of the blade piercing into the flesh did not appear.

Instead, an irresistible force exploded from the blade.

Zhang Pingwu successfully cut Liu Sitong into the air even if he was not covered by spiritual power.

The second young master of the Liu family who flew out fell directly on his subordinates, and that unlucky ghost followed Liu Sitong as a meat pad, and passed out directly.

Liu Sitong's pupils quake.

He stood up, shocked.

"Who the hell are you!"

Liu Sitong is not stupid, the young man in front of him clearly has the aura of Wangqi realm.

Even if a person with this level of strength is in the Wang Qi state, it is impossible for him not to know.

It is said that the person who knows you best is always the enemy, and they know all the people who are in the same rank as the Exorcist.

The young man in front of him is very strange, he has never heard of such a number one person.

And the blow he just made meant that he either used some secret method to hide his aura and wanted to fish.

Or it is really capable, which is the trump card secretly cultivated by the magic division.

No matter which one, he can't afford it.

With such a great power in one blow, these people under his hand are afraid that if they serve together, they will all deliver food.

But as an important department that maintains the operation of Midtown, no matter what, it cannot lose its momentum in the face of its deadly enemy, the Exorcist.

He waved his hand back, and then pulled up the subordinate who was acting as a pad for himself.

And the discerning subordinates secretly sent a message to the headquarters for help.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything to the person in front of him, and resisting the pain in his chest, Liu Sitong put away his sword and walked towards Zhang Ping with a smile that he thought was charming.

Zhang Ping saw that this man got up after being stabbed, just like a normal person, he was very resistant to beatings!
And the smile on the corner of his mouth is exactly the same as Deng Liang, so he must be full of bad water.

Don't want him to talk shit at all.

Adhering to the principle of being able to move hands and never move mouths, Zhang Ping drew his knife directly, performed Hell Step, and turned into black smoke before Liu Sitong's eyes.

After all, it was a warrior from Zhongcheng. The moment Zhang Ping disappeared, Liu Sitong immediately recognized that it was Hell Step.

Liu Sitong was not a mediocre person either, he was ready when he saw the black smoke, and at the moment Zhang Ping approached in an instant, he had already erected his long sword in front of him.

But there's no way to resist this, Zhang Ping's attack is not light at all.

The greed and killing intent in Liu Sitong's eyes just now were completely caught by Zhang Ping, so how could he let him go so easily.

He didn't even use any martial arts, and the ordinary magic-killing sword technique cut down at a very close distance, and Liu Sitong felt something explode in front of his eyes.

Facts have proved that in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and schemes are paper tigers.

Liu Sitong is also going to implement Feng Fei Wenjiao's second point: occupy the moral high ground and kidnap him with righteousness.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping, who had already experienced Deng Liang's whining and crooked mouth, didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and just did it when they met, and he was stunned all at once.

The power of the Dao Biotope is fully slashed out, even without martial skills or spiritual power, it is like a fluorescent light at night, becoming the focus of the entire area.

Liu Sitong, who was facing the blow, seemed to be a toy that had been smashed and the cotton was hollowed out.

Blood was pouring out all over his head and body.

Zhang Ping didn't kill him, at least he gave him a sigh of relief.

Including the soldier asking for a bribe at the door, Zhang Ping still kept a hand.

After all, with the title of Exorcist now, he is not an indiscriminate murderer.

However, if he was placed in the lower city and dared to show his killing intent to Zhang Ping, he would have died long ago and could not die again.

Zhang Ping felt that he had already restrained himself.

Except for the person who was stunned at the beginning, the other nineteen members of the legal department were shaking in front of Zhang Ping.

With only one breath left, Liu Sitong just lay in the middle of the road, but no one dared to help.

Zhang Ping didn't make things difficult for them, took a look, turned around and left.

He walked to the side of the Great Elder, and looked back again, for some reason, he felt that this scene was a bit familiar.

Zhang Ping said to the elder a little strangely: "Uncle, I don't know why I feel that someone will come later."

The great elder nodded: "What the young master said is very true, and the old man also thinks that he should come."

So the old and the young just stood there, looking up at the sky, waiting for the imaginary enemy to arrive.

Another world version of the gourd baby to save grandpa?