After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1383 The idea is tricky
The deafening explosion also masked another subtle sound of breaking through the air:

At the moment when the personal guards were blown away and Xue Zongwu closed his eyes, someone jumped out from the woods on the side and rushed towards Xue Zongwu.

The speed of this man's running was a bit strange, his center of gravity leaning forward, as if he would fall forward at any time, but he was surprisingly fast and surprisingly steady. There was a big tree lying horizontally in front of him, and the servants of the villa had not moved it in the past few days. This man used his hands and feet to climb over the fallen tree, his hands placed on the wood, and his feet followed with a push, as light as a leopard.

The broken wood helped him to speed up and cover a distance of five meters. The water-dividing spear in his hand flashed with a faint light and went straight for Xue Zongwu's throat!
Explosions, air waves, strong lights, sneak attacks, everything was coordinated just right.

The man who attacked was trying his best, and a half-foot-long aura emanated from the tip of the spear, determined to achieve his goal in one blow.

However, he still underestimated Xue Zongwu.

Xue Zongwu didn't even open his eyes. He was about to die, but the attacker's stab was like piercing a solid soft ball.

Suddenly, an invisible barrier appeared between Xue Zongwu and him, as if it was substantial and very elastic. The attacker's full-strength attack was like hitting a ball with a stick, and it pushed Xue Zongwu out instead!

He didn't know that this was the result of a special magic weapon on Xue Zongwu's body that took effect automatically. It was called "Smooth Sailing" and was actually a sail-shaped amulet that could remove external forces and protect the owner at the critical moment, combining protection and escape in one.

But each time it is used, the interval is fifteen minutes.

The harder Weng Xing attacked, the farther Xue Zongwu was sent.

He had made a fatal move. Xue Zongwu flew two meters high and opened his eyes when he landed, and saw the attacker.

This was another man in black, also wearing a mask.

As expected, this required an accomplice.

At this time, the first man in black also jumped out of the woods and attacked silently.

Time is precious, and the window to assassinate Xue Zongwu is only a few short seconds.

But the good news is that the soft ball-like barrier around Xue Zongwu also disappeared. The two guessed that it was either a magic weapon or a magical power, and it could not be effective all the time.

The offensive coordination between the two of them was perfect, and the effect of one plus one was definitely greater than four. Even with Xue Zongwu's strength, he failed to seize the initiative at the beginning, and after a few breaths, he was actually in a passive position.

The two men were dressed in shabby clothes and had funny slogans, but their skills were really strong. With Xue Zongwu's many years of experience in fighting on the battlefield, he was actually a little overwhelmed when he first dealt with the explosive and fierce attacks of the two men!

He even suspected that these two people were deliberately pretending to be weak and trying to trick him into underestimating their enemy.

But as soon as he thought about it, a light green light began to glow from his body.

Yuanli!

As a famous general of Yao State, and standing on the land of Yao State, although he did not bring 100,000 soldiers with him, he could still mobilize a considerable amount of Yuanli.

It made Xue Zongwu's eyes and ears sharper, and his reaction, martial arts, and even ability to resist supernatural powers were improved to a higher level.

In his eyes, the movements of the two men in black suddenly slowed down.

The battle between masters was only a matter of millimeters, and this half-money delay was quite ample for Xue Zongwu. A shadow flashed behind him, and a cold light flashed in the darkness, slashing towards Weng Xing's waist and abdomen.

This attack came unexpectedly, and Weng Xing was unable to defend himself with his old moves, so Weng Su had no choice but to stab downwards to block the attack for him.

The attack, which had been as continuous as a mountain torrent, suddenly came to a halt.

Half a breath, just half a breath of displacement.

Although Weng Su's other water-dividing spear also came to fill the position, Xue Zongwu seized this half-breath of time to recover and launched a strong counterattack!

The two people opposite could see clearly now that there was another "Xue Zongwu" in the same place!
He was exactly like the original owner in height, weight, clothing, and expression. He also wielded a pair of hand axes and had extremely powerful martial arts skills.

Clone technique!
One Xue Zongwu is already difficult to deal with, and now another one appears.

The Weng brothers' scalps felt a little tingling.

The two sneak attacks at the beginning were the culmination of their concentration of energy, spirit and spirit, aiming to achieve earth-shattering results.

However, Xue Zongwu was taken advantage of by them and was outnumbered two at once, but he was not panicked at all. When he used his energy to regain the initiative, he was even more likely to defeat them.

This bastard is so hateful, and his martial arts skills are really hard to master!
Although Xue Zongwu's guards were disturbed by the explosion, they withstood the first wave of air waves and were about to get up to save their master. The Weng brothers did not have much time left.

Fortunately, they are not easy to deal with.

After such a violent explosion, there must be thick smoke. If it was broad daylight, everyone would see that the smoke from the explosion was not only black and gray, but also a strange light green.

Along with the thick smoke, there was not only the pungent smell of gunpowder, but also an indescribable stench!

This stench is like a house full of rotten fish and shrimp that has been baked in the scorching sun for five whole days, and then the sealed door is opened, and the horror is released in that instant.

It is indescribable and makes me want to vomit.

The guards on the ground had just gotten up, but when they smelled such a unique and amazing smell, they bent over and vomited violently.

The physiological reactions caused by bad odors are almost beyond human control.

This time, even Xue Zongwu's deputy general and personal soldiers were caught in the attack. The energy in their bodies could resist many magical powers and even reduce the damage of the explosion, but they had no resistance to olfactory attacks.

Especially when people are facing danger, their breathing will involuntarily speed up, which makes them more likely to be hit.

The Weng brothers gained a little more precious time.

The smell of this smoke is similar to that of He Lingchuan's fragrant dumplings. The difference is that the main components of the green smoke are the saliva and gastric juice of the northern monitor lizard. Both of these liquids have a pungent odor, and the gastric juice of the northern monitor lizard evaporates, which has a strong corrosive effect on the skin of ordinary creatures.

Xue Zongwu, however, continued to fight as usual, showing no signs of discomfort. He even shouted to his men, "Hold your breath! Hold your breath!"

He held his breath from the moment the explosion started, adjusting his internal energy to fight. He held his breath whenever he encountered danger, a habit he developed during his early years of training at Qingni Mountain, and it had saved him countless times over the years.

Thick smoke began to fill the entire place, and visibility around became lower and lower. The three men fought so fast that the guards thirty feet away could not see clearly. They could only see one or two sparks coming out from the front occasionally, representing the collision of weapons between the two sides.

The more Xue Zongwu fought, the more surprised he was. These two impostors were indeed quite capable, stronger than the two lieutenants he brought with him. With their perfect coordination, they could perform to the best of their abilities.

But now he has another question:
He originally thought that these two people were Qingyang's men, who kidnapped and killed Qian Yu and stole the account book in Shuangxi in order to collect evidence of Xue Zongwu's crimes for Qingyang.

But these two people actually ran to Xiaotao Villa to assassinate him!
This is strange. What's the point of Qingyang wanting his life?

Reporting Xue Zongwu in court and then reducing King Yao's reputation and authority are what the old witch Qingyang wants to do.

Those who plan for the overall situation will consider the overall situation. The conflict between Xue Zongwu and her has not yet escalated to the point where he would kill her, so why would she do this?
Then, these two are not Qingyang's subordinates?

In other words, the account book was not stolen by Qingyang?
Yes, he had always felt that something was wrong with the Frost Creek incident, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But now he finally figured it out!

If Qingyang wanted to testify against Xue Zongwu in court, he should have left important witnesses in addition to physical evidence. Why did he kill Qian Yu?
Just kidnap him!

Qian Yu is an old man who has been employed by Xue Zongwu for many years. As long as he opens his mouth to testify, others will definitely believe it.

and so--

The conclusion is obvious. The person who killed Qian Yu and stole the account book has nothing to do with Qingyang!

After figuring this out, Xue Zongwu felt relieved.

What's the big deal if those account books fall into other people's hands? Not to mention a few unclear accounts, even if the whole account book has problems, he is not afraid of anyone reporting to King Yao - except Qingyang.

There was also a magician among Xue Zongwu's personal guards. Seeing that the thick fog never dissipated and the stench was pervasive, he made a spell and shouted:

"The wind is coming!"

The Wind Summoning Technique was very effective. He pinched the technique and a strong wind blew out of nowhere, making all the small trees in the garden sway in unison.

But the thick smoke still lingered, and the stench could not be blown away by the wind.

They naturally didn't know that Weng Su had a treasure in his hand called a "pipe". The smoke from it could last for fifty breaths in a strong wind.

It has only one drawback, which is that it is difficult to store cigarettes inside, and the owner needs to fill them in himself.

In a blink of an eye, the thick smoke had spread to a radius of ten feet. Others standing outside the smoke could not see what was happening inside.

Xue Zongwu roared, forced the Weng brothers back, and rushed out with big strides.

If the smoke doesn't dissipate, he can just leave.

He has legs, why does he have to fight to the death in the smoke?
Moreover, he also found that there was something wrong with the smoke. Apart from the terrible stench, his exposed skin and eyes also felt slightly stinging.

This smoke is actually corrosive to the skin!

The guards of Xiaotao Villa could not bear it any longer and fled from the smoke area one after another.

They had no Yuanli, and even if they had a little bit of Zhenli to protect their bodies, the smoke was still very corrosive to their bodies. Two of them ran out, covering their eyes with their festering hands. No matter how painful it was, they dared not open their mouths for fear that their tongues would also be damaged.

Xue Zongwu's men finally overcame the urge to vomit and rushed to help. The thick smoke that obscured the vision of ordinary people did not have much confusing effect on them.

During this period, the Weng brothers launched the most fierce attacks on Xue Zongwu, but they were all blocked by him.

As time goes by, as the opponent's guards join the battle, this advantage will only widen.

Moreover, Xue Zongwu knew clearly that the best solution was to defend instead of attack and delay the attack until his personal guards could rush forward. However, when outnumbered two, he still fought back with full force and showed no fear at all.

This kind of confidence and composure can only be honed through life-and-death struggles on the battlefield.

When the light on his body became brighter, Weng Su knew that he had no chance of winning this time, and he immediately shouted, "Stop fighting, retreat!"

(End of this chapter)