Heaven Awakening Path

Heavy rain.

However, the inner city guard unit remains committed to their duty of patrolling the districts.

Second District 7th Street, a unit of the Second Guard Corps responsible for patrolling District 2 today, when stepping onto this empty street, was discussing a blood battle that happened on the street of District 3 not long ago.

“I heard it was a student at the Pointe Convention, just like that, killing all the way down the street!” The one among them, as if to see it with his own eyes, painted the colors while his fingers crossed the long street, and then his people suddenly stopped, stood there, staring straight ahead.

“And then what?” Someone asked around.

“There has been a situation.” He said in an incredible tone.

Everyone looked away and was suddenly shocked.

This is the neighborhood they often visit, familiarizing themselves with almost every inch of it. But now, just around the corner of the block, where they're headed, there's a bunch of vines growing here sometime. At this time, the rain drizzled soft on the wall, but in them, a human figure was rarely seen, his arms spread open, and he stood still against his back.

“What man!” the strange scene alerted the team immediately, everyone pulled out the blade and asked, carefully moving forward.

Nobody answered.

The man who leaned back against the wall remained motionless, the wind poured over him and the vine swayed on him.

Closer, everyone finally saw, a dagger buried deep inside the man's chest. Blood had already been washed away by rain, leaving no trace of it even on the ground.

A team member grabbed forward, sniffled and pulsed, then turned back and shook his head regrettably at the crowd. He ripped open the vines and then saw the loose clothes.

“It's the board of directors.” He called.

“Inmate Board?” The squad captain walked up and looked at the suspicious white face.

“The fourth commanding envoy of the Hospital Supervisory Board, Matsuen Quan..." He recognized the man.

Everyone sucked in a cold breath of air.

Their escorts and boards of supervisors have little place to deal with, with different competencies and systems. The Guard Corps is under the authority of the City Commander of the Bailiwick, while the Board of Supervisors of the Bailiwick is directly accountable to their higher Imperial House Supervisor and does not accept the jurisdiction of the City Commander's Office of the Bailiwick.

But the director of the board of directors knows what level it is and what strength it has. But now, the fourth commander of the board of directors, who is no less powerful, has just been hung up on the wall?

“Notify the Board.” The captain commanded. He has not done too much disposal, the matters of the board of supervisors are still best handled by the board of supervisors itself. He was just curious, the ACC is targeted at special institutions of the college, usually does not attract people outside the college system, and the college is scared to death of any inspector of their ACC. What kind of person is this, who actually hung the command of the ACC on the side of the road?

Is this a demonstration? The captain accidentally thought a little more when he reached out his finger and pulled these vines.

“Anything else?” The team leader asked the other team members who were searching around.

“Not yet.” Everyone replied that way. Heavy rain, washed away all traces of Maureen's departure.

“Leave two men here, the others will continue to patrol with me.” The captain gave the order. Somehow, he suddenly remembered what the teammates had just told him about a street fight in the third district. In the inner city, such an incident had not happened for a long time. He couldn't help but have some concerns, and I'm afraid more will happen in Zone 2 today.

Sivan ran to a junction. He has not been able to get away from behind him and catch up with his board commander, and the distance between the two sides is constantly getting closer. After all, Sifan's power realm is nothing short of triple heaven, not too fast, and he doesn't have as much experience escaping as Maureen. But Sifan knew that none of this was the main reason.

The main reason is that he didn't want to run away at all.

Someone dies, someone lives. Live to avenge death?

He did not want that to happen, and he hoped that everyone would live.

He wanted to protect everyone, but he also knew that his abilities were limited. Teacher Chu Min also knew that, so even if she was going to struggle, she did not say any comforting words, but hoped that her struggle would win you more chances.

Sifan is not afraid of desperation. But he's not like Chu Min. At least he has a state of equivalence with the other strong. He's just a simpleton, and anyone who comes after them is going to be single-minded over him. Desperately and methodically, you can't send yourself directly to the other person.

But for now, the opportunity has come.

Scattered escape makes enemies disperse as well. One-on-one, if you want to be desperate, this is the best chance you can get.

Hide at this intersection, ambush.

Sylvan had an idea, he had to turn left when he reached the intersection, and suddenly his eyes lit up!

The knife came from the left side of the intersection, and the splashing rain instantly hit Sifan's face. The intersection he wanted to ambush had already hidden the enemy from ambushing him.

Sifan slid to the right in panic and the knife fell. Good thing he was right in the middle of the street, some distance away from the enemy hidden behind the turning wall, the knife finally didn't cut him in half, just cut him in a corner.

“That's it.” The other side said.

The sixth commander of the Hospital Supervisory Board, Senhai, with the second-degree soldier in his hand, cut off the iron, while he spoke, the attack did not stop for a minute. Because they saw this Sivan's powers.

Break!

Legendary powers, the isolation of memories, make even those who are higher than Sifan very constrained against him. So to him, Zong Zhenghao directly assigned two commanding envoys, two double-penetrating fixers to deal with him.

One persisted and the other had gone faster to the front end of Sivan.

Senhai, without the nickname of the sixth knife, he was ashamed to use it anymore, against Luping, he had enough of 28 knives, until he overdrafted, and couldn't get his hands on it. He watched Luping grow.

Humiliation, absolute humiliation.

So this time, Senhai won't count six or seven more knives, his insignificant myth has been broken, only to kill the opponent can make him look so useless. And to Sivan, he made a fool of himself. He must strike to keep Sivan from spreading his marks.

The power of Jinpo moves at any time. It starts the fastest, but this is what it does. It requires absolute concentration. Senhai's madness in chopping off his voice, six knives in a flash, is already the critical point where he will feel ashamed if he fails to defeat his opponent in the past. But he had completely forgotten that, and all he wanted was for Sivan to fall down with no room to fight back.

Seventh Blade!

Rain water was lifted by the knife wind, tilted out, and the seventh knife finally hit the target, but the road didn't fall!

Sen Haixin was shocked. He knew the power of this blow. The other party was not moving at all. There was only one possibility. He had broken the mark. The knife struck him, only he stayed here in the memory.

“Where!” cried Mori Hai, the rain in the sky filled with a series of water flowers, a knife attacked from afar, breaking the sound of the sky. Senhai twisted herself, accompanied by the breaking sound of this flying knife, and cut herself out again.

“Medium!” Sen Hai roared, and the bigger water flower swept through the air as his knife fell, but Sifan was already moving, dodging the knife. He knew that Aoyi, who had been slashed by Senhai's voice, was chasing the sound out of his knife, and this knife, he was chasing the flying knife that had been fired, not his Sivan.

Whoever wants to push it aside just one step, the flying knife in the sky also suddenly turns, Sifan can't avoid it anymore, the flying knife is hit, the noise is chopped, and the flying knife is chased, straight to the chase.

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The laptop is broken, crying...