Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 80 Black Book

The screams came from an alley not far away, where it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

The voice is shrill, sad and indignant, which makes people feel moved.

Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a moment, then he bent down and quietly jumped towards the alley.

In the Black Tiger Hall, there are not many people who have good intentions with him, and Ding Lao is one of them.

What's more, Yigao people are bold.

If it were a year or two ago, he would have avoided such things as much as he could, even if Ding always knew him well.

Not so today.

After beheading one-eyed Biao and Qingfengjian two viscera masters one after another, although Mo Qiu was injured, his heart became very high.

A little trouble can no longer scare him.

"Give it back to me!"

In the darkness, Ding Lao's voice was no longer calm and easy-going, but hoarse and frightened.

"Fuck you!" One cursed in a low voice:

"Old guy, I told you to hand over this thing a long time ago, but you refused and asked me to do it myself."

"I really don't know how to flatter!"

"Peng!"

As if kicked, a figure tumbled and flew out, leaning against the wall and panting continuously.

Another person waved lightly:

"Give him a good time!"

this voice...

Mo Qiu paused, his eyes were full of suspicion, for some reason, he felt very familiar with this voice.

who is it?

"Yes." In the darkness, a person came slowly, holding a willow-leaf flying knife and throwing it up and down in his palm.

Afterwards, with a sinister smile, he suddenly raised his arms and shook his hands.

"Shua!"

A dark light flashed in the sky, and the target was not Mr. Ding who was powerless to resist, but Mo Qiu who was approaching quietly.

Obviously, his stealth skills are not enough to hide from the opponent.

"when……"

Mo Qiu held the knife in his hand, across the front of his body, knocked the incoming flying knife away, and at the same time threw himself forward.

In mid-air, seven cold stars bloom around his waist.

Soul chasing seven nails!

It's not rude to come and go, since the other party greets with a hidden weapon, he will naturally not be polite.

"Master, be careful!" Tian Zi Jiu Da is one of the best in many local martial arts, and once he makes a move, the voice of that person changes.

With a low growl, he changed his body shape back and forth to dodge and block, and even shook his hand and threw out a throwing knife again.

The flying knife is amazing.

Different from Tianzi Jiuda, this person's concealed weapon technique can be called monotonous, but he is superior in strength, momentum, and speed.

If it goes out, the key point will be locked.

"Heh..." Mo Qiu said lightly, as if disdainful, at the same time flicked his fingers, and a cold light shot towards the flying knife.

"Ding……"

The sound of the collision was melodious and pleasant, and the incoming flying knife also changed direction, brushing against the body and nailing into the wall.

At the same time, eight cold lights suddenly emerged, covering the opponent.

Tianzi Nine Dozens of Bazi Tianluo!

That person had just avoided the Seven Soul-Chasing Nails, and was jumping in fear. Before he recovered, he was covered by a flying knife.

If you want to dodge again, it's too late.

"Poof! Poof!"

The flying knife carried a huge force, and after hitting the body, it immediately lifted the person from the original place, fell several meters away, and landed heavily.

With just one blow, those who are already dead cannot die again.

The other person in the field seemed to be stunned, and the next moment his figure flashed, and he pounced on Ding Lao who was on the ground.

Hit out with one palm.

"Stop!" Mo Qiu yelled in a low voice, it was too late to use his hidden weapon again, so he had to slash Wei Wei with a long knife to save Zhao.

"puff!"

A cloud of colorful smoke suddenly exploded in front of the eyes, and the strange smell was even more tangy.

Mo Qiu's complexion changed, he hurriedly closed his mouth and nose, turned back the knife and spun, and the strong wind swept away the smoke.

As for Mr. Ding, he couldn't care less.

"call……"

In the smoke, an arm quietly protruded out, and the palm rolled, it actually broke through the shadow of the knife and hit Mo Qiu's lower abdomen.

The palm gesture was slow, but extremely subtle.

This palm technique is definitely not inferior to Song's sword technique.

Master!

Mo Qiu shrank his eyes, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he squatted slightly without dodging or avoiding the same punch.

In the battle with Cyclops, he found a fighting method that suits him.

Injury for injury!

"Peng!"

"Crack..."

The opponent slapped him on the body, protected by inner armor, animal skin, and Tianluo kung fu, only a little force penetrated into the body.

But his punch directly shattered the opponent's bones, and even took advantage of the trend to buckle his fingers downward.

"Shhh..."

Clothes were shredded, and something had been ripped off.

"Yeah!" The other party snorted, stepped back again and again, and disappeared into the darkness in a flash, but he fled straight away knowing that he was invincible.

Mo Qiu twitched his eyebrows, and wanted to chase after him, but the blood in his body was agitated, so he had to stop.

The opponent's palm strength is very strange, not strong, but it seems to be able to arouse the discomfort of the five internal organs.

"Mo... Mo..." Ding Lao's voice made him look sideways, and the next moment, his expression changed.

At this time, Old Ding's face was covered with blood, his hair was disheveled, and the palm print on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

The palm prints shattered the clothes and penetrated into the flesh, it seems that the internal organs may have been shattered.

In short, there is no help.

"Old Ding."

"Book...book..." Ding Lao, who was on the verge of death, ignored his injuries and pointed to the ground with trembling wrists.

"Book?" Mo Qiu turned his head sideways, only then did he realize what he had torn off from that person.

A black book.

The book is as thick as three fingers, with no words on the cover, and it feels pliable to the touch, as if it were the fur of some kind of beast.

Immediately, he reached out to pick it up and handed it to Ding Lao, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker:

"Old Ding, do you...do you have anything else to say?"

Old Ding held the book tightly with his hands, his eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth to speak, but it was full of blood foam.

"He and I……"

A hoarse, hideous voice emerged from his throat.

Ding Lao's body suddenly straightened strangely, he pressed the book in Mo Qiu's hand, and stared at him with bulging eyes:

"revenge!"

The next moment, as if all his strength had been exhausted, Mr. Ding's eyes dimmed, and he slumped to the ground.

died!

Mo Qiu opened his mouth, only to sigh helplessly:

"That man is masked, and I don't know who it is, but Mr. Ding, don't worry, if I find out, I will try my best to avenge you."

That person has extraordinary palm skills and unique strength, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out.

Thinking of this, he picked up the black book and was about to open it casually when he frowned.

Discomfort.

The lungs twitched from time to time, breathing was unstable, and there was a feeling of numbness and dryness on the body.

poison!

Mo Qiu was surprised.

Although he avoided the colorful poisonous smoke just in time, he still inevitably inhaled some of it.

Coupled with that person's weird palm strength, the discomfort was enough to affect his physique.

It's fine if it's normal, I can probably get over it after a night's rest, without hurting the root.

but now……

"Who is there!"

A roar sounded from not far away, and several white horse bandits rushed towards the alley roaring, holding knife handles.

Mo Qiu got up suddenly, his feet were even more numb, and his expression changed again.

Walk!

A safe place must be found before the toxicity breaks out.

Immediately look around, don't beg to hold your breath, suppress the discomfort in your body, and run towards the dark place.