At this time, Ding Run suddenly stared at Zu An: "It's just that I doubt whether you have that much money. You are going to die soon, so I can only ask for cash, not to mention asking me to go and find whatever you have hidden. I don’t want a trap waiting for me when the time comes.”
Obviously, he must have suffered similar losses before, so he has become very cautious now.
"Of course I have the money, but I can only give it to you later, so I might be able to live a little longer." Zu An said with a smile.
Ding Run shook his head: "Believe me, sometimes living a long time may not be as good as dying happily."
Zu An replied: "I would rather live."
"Forget it, then I'll kill them first, and then I'll kill you as the last one." After speaking, Ding Run turned to Sang Hong and others, "Master Sang, I'm offended."
After saying that, the sword flashed and a burst of sword energy struck directly at the two of them.
At this moment, Sang Hong suddenly moved, picked up the iron chain in his hand and faced it, and connected with the opponent's long knife, causing a string of sparks to rub off.
Despite this, the scattered sword energy still split the carriage into pieces, and a bunch of people fell out.
"Has the restriction on you been lifted?" Ding Run held the long knife in his hand, still as if it had never been unsheathed.
Sang Hong looked at Huang Huihong who was lying aside and sighed: "I would also like to thank Commander Huang for undoing the restrictions on me before he died."
Ding Run then remembered that just before Huang Huihong died, he seemed to have stretched out his hand in the direction of the carriage. At that time, he thought he was trying to catch something, but now he realized that it was to lift his restraint.
"Then it seems that you just deliberately talked so much with me just to delay time for him to fully recover?" He couldn't help but look at Zu An aside, his face was a little ugly, he didn't expect that he would be fooled today. .
Sang Hong also looked at Zu An, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to guess it. Even I admire your quick reaction."
You must know that before Huang Huihong died, he had time to lift his own restriction. Logically speaking, other than himself, other people should not know.
"I'm just guessing, I'm just lucky," Zu An smiled slightly, and then looked at Ding Run aside, "But our commission is still valid. If we still can't escape death by then, you can help me kill him. The mastermind behind it.”
Ding Run sneered: "You are smart, you won't suffer any loss."
Sang Qian looked delighted and shouted hurriedly: "Dad, please release the restriction for me quickly."
Unexpectedly, Sang Hong didn't reply, but just stared at Ding Run on the other side.
Zu An snorted at the side: "You're stupid. Even if you get involved in a fight at their level, it's just a failure. Moreover, your father is locked in the opponent's Qi machine and obviously doesn't dare to be distracted. You are still shouting at the side. Call."
Sang Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. However, after being scolded by him, he was still secretly angry: Huh, after my father has dealt with Ding Run, and see if I don't skin you and cramp you, then you can vent your hatred.
The anger value from Sang Qian is +792!
Zu An didn't bother to care about him, and now his attention was focused on the two people present.
After being angry at the beginning, Ding Run has now regained his composure. He looked at Sang Hong and said, "I have heard for a long time that Lord Sang is an eighth-level master. Today I want to learn from him."
Sang Hong said in a deep voice: "You are very famous in the industry. I heard that an eighth-level practitioner once died in your hands. I guess the eighth-level practitioner is nothing to you."
"No matter what, it's still an eighth-level target. It's much harder to kill than ordinary targets. I'll have to tell my employer for more money when I get back." As soon as Ding Run finished speaking, the long sword was unsheathed.
The speed was so fast that others could not clearly see the trajectory of his knife, and could only feel a cold light passing by.
Sang Hong was already on full alert, waving the broken shackles on his hands to greet them. The shackles used by these embroidered messengers to imprison people were made of black iron, and they were quite good as weapons.
The two crossed each other and exchanged positions. This time Ding Run's knife was not put back into the scabbard again, allowing Zu An and others on the side to get a glimpse of the whole scene.
Compared with a normal sword, the blade of his sword is extremely long and narrow, more like the Japanese Japanese sword in the previous life, and even longer than the Japanese sword.
It should be completely white, but there seems to be a faint hint of dark red.
The dark red color is not on the surface of the blade. As a swordsman, it is impossible not to wipe his weapon clean.
Therefore, the dark red color should have soaked into the blade and become one with it.
When it comes to his profession, it's obviously self-evident what the dark red color is that is so thick that it can't be removed.
Even though there is a distance, the murderous aura coming from the blade still makes people feel cold all over, and you can even feel a fine and dense feeling of needle pricks on your skin.
Zu An's expression was solemn. This guy had already turned his murderous aura into reality. It would take many people to kill such a strong murderous aura to cultivate it.
Sang Qian on the side also had an ugly expression. After all, he was considered a master. At this time, he had noticed a cut of about an inch or two on the front of his father's chest. Although it didn't really hurt anything, the contact at that moment clearly hurt his father. Still fell into a disadvantage.
"Your Excellency, your sword is very fast." Sang Hong stared at Ding Run opposite him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't need to look to know what was happening on his clothes.
Ding Run grinned: "We who work in this industry live a life of licking blood with the blade of a knife. If the knife is not fast, what can we do? On the contrary, Mr. Sang, you are so pampered and have too few attacks on weekdays. I'm afraid you are no match for me." "
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That's not necessarily the case. "Sang Hong snorted. He didn't want to lose his momentum in a life-and-death fight. He grabbed the chains on both sides with both hands, and a flame suddenly became angry. Soon the flames burned the chains red.
Then he swung the "Fire Whip" with both hands towards the opponent. When he encountered him, his beard and hair were spread out, and the whole person seemed to have an inexplicable power.
Sang Qian clenched his fists tightly and kept cheering for his father.
This was the first time that Zu An saw Sang Hong take action with all his strength. In the past, he was the top leader in Linchuan County. Usually, he did not need to take action personally. Many times, with a little arrangement, there would be countless chess pieces to help him achieve his goals.
Now that they were on the verge of life and death, everyone just remembered that he was also an eighth-level powerhouse.
"It turns out he is a fire practitioner." Zu An thought that this was really not in line with Sang Hong's temperament. You must know that he has always been calm and quiet, making decisions before taking action, which is completely different from the violent personality of most fire practitioners.
But then I thought about it, Sang Qian was also of the fire element, and it was normal for his father and son to awaken to the same element and practice similar techniques.
The only thing that puzzles me is that they are both of the fire element, so why do they have to find Zheng Dan, who is of the water element, to be the wife of the Sang family? Isn't it obvious that fire and water are incompatible.
At this time, Sang Hong's fiery whip shadow was everywhere in the field. He almost hit Ding Run several times, but he narrowly avoided it.
Finally, when he couldn't avoid it, he raised his knife to block, and with a bang, he flew backwards several feet away.
Sang Hong did not continue to attack. The violent attack just now had no effect on him. Attacking like that again would be a waste of energy.
"Your attack is over, it's my turn." Ding Run smiled, raised the long knife in front of him, and then lightly flicked the blade with his finger.
The sound was crisp and pleasant, and it was obvious that this was a good knife.
No one understood the purpose of flicking the knife. How about showing off his knife?
Only Sang Hong's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly stepped aside, but it was still a moment too late. A ball of blood mist exploded on his arm, and a long wound appeared on it.
If he hadn't dodged in time, his entire arm would have been cut off directly.
Invisible sword energy!
Everyone in the field was mediocre and reacted immediately.
Sang Hong said solemnly: "It is said that in the early years, Jiaqian layman played the sword and sang songs with bitter sounds, and the king's family was not in favor of him. The world thought that you played the sword and sang songs for your own entertainment, but they didn't expect that this was your murder. trick!"
Ding Run smiled slightly: "It's hard to find close friends in mountains and rivers. I didn't expect Mr. Sang to know so much about Ding's past. In that case, please give Mr. Sang a good review of my song "Playing Swords and Composing Songs"."
