Meng Chuan calmly walked into the elegant room, his gaze also fixed on the two thieves.
The obese man and the bearded man all stood up, somewhat cautious, but still greeted with a smile. They didn't want to cause trouble in the Dongning Mansion. The bearded man arched his hand and said with a smile, "I have seen Master Meng. Master Meng has come to our room, and I wonder if there is anything I can tell our brothers about."
"Murder!"
When the calm voice sounded, a knife light had already lit up.
This knife is too fast!
Meng Chuan, who has now reached the late stage of rebirth, has a strong foundation of gods and demons, and his divine and demon bodies are no less than the ordinary state of no leakage. Moreover, he who has realized the power of the sword can unleash stronger physical potential even without using it and combining physical and mental skills. He, who excels at speed the most, made two thieves in Yajian instantly feel cold with a single strike.
"Not good." Both of them knew it was not good, but the weaker obese man's body didn't have time to react, and the knife light flashed through his throat.
"Ho ho ho~~" The fat man covered his throat, but blood was already spurting out. His face was filled with fear and despair, and he felt the rapid passing of life.
"What?" The bearded man, however, was ultimately an invincible powerhouse. He reacted much faster and jumped out of the window without hesitation as soon as Meng Chuan took out his sword. He was well aware that even if he fought dozens of moves with Meng Chuan, it would be meaningless. In the Dongning Mansion, once his identity was exposed, he must escape as quickly as possible.
The longer one procrastinates, the more powerful they will come, and their chances of success will become slim.
With a single slash, Meng Chuan's figure blurred as he rushed out of the window towards the bloody hand Zhao Can. Today, neither of these two thieves can escape!
"What's going on?"
Many guests and women serving in the lobby of Biyun Tower saw a figure flying out of the elegant room on the second floor, followed by another faster figure. A sword light flashed through the sky and angrily split towards the figure ahead.
Flying in mid air before even landing, Blood Hand Zhao Can had already put on black gloves, and his hands suddenly grew larger, like a fan. The palm technique, which was twice as large as that of an ordinary person, was quite mysterious and blocked the blow.
"Bang."
Blood Hand Zhao Can felt a strong force passing through his arm to his body, and couldn't help but smash his body onto the floor of the Biyun Building, leaving a big hole in the wooden floor and causing the wooden stubble to fly.
Surrounding guests have quickly retreated, and practicing is a common practice. In places like brothels, it is also common to fight each other in anger. It's just a normal fight and jealousy, at most it's a skin injury. But this encounter is obviously different.
"It's Master Meng."
Guests and brothel women all hid in the distance to watch and saw the young master landing.
The usually humble young master now has a murderous intent, and the murderous aura in his eyes makes the surrounding guests and brothel women tremble with fear and their legs soften.
"Meng Gongzi, don't bully me too much, push me too hard, and I'll take you to die together." Blood Hand Zhao Can stood up, his face menacing.
"Are you holding me to die together?" Meng Chuan walked over and said, "Just you?"
"Hmph."
Zhao Can rushed towards the crowd on the side, hoping to capture some hostages.
Huh.
Meng Chuan's Thunder Divine Body erupted and only saw a phantom, much faster than Zhao Can. Before Blood Hand Zhao Can could catch the hostages, another blow had already arrived.
"Pup." Blood Hand Zhao Can resisted with both hands, his hands like fans, perfectly defending, continuously blocking the two attacks from Meng Chuan.
But right after that is the third blow.
"He seems to be stronger than me? We can't entangle with him, we need to find a way to escape as much as possible. It's now dark... as long as we take advantage of the darkness and get rid of him, we'll have a chance to escape from Dongning Mansion." Blood stained Zhao Can said to himself.
"Hoo."
The third strike was still very fast.
Blood Hand Zhao Can was about to resist, but he found that the blade light seemed to have become illusory. Years of fighting instinct made him instinctively retreat, and that illusory blade light flashed in front of him! I almost scratched his neck.
Puff!
One arm flew up.
"My hand." Blood Hand Zhao Can's eyes turned red. Although he escaped the terrifying blow due to experience, Meng Chuan still took the opportunity to cut off one of Blood Hand Zhao Can's arms.
"Run, run, run for life." Blood Hand Zhao Can suppressed this hatred in his heart, and at that moment, without hesitation, he burst into a divine and demon forbidden spell. For a moment, his whole body's skin began to turn red, and he also began to unleash his true energy to the extreme. For a moment, his speed and strength all increased significantly. The longer this state persists, the greater the harm. Mild injuries to the muscles, bones, meridians, and meridians can result in one or two years of cultivation, while severe injuries to organs and organs, as well as to the Dantian area, can lead to becoming a useless person.
He will definitely die this time without using the divine and demon prohibition technique.
"Bomb." Completely unleashing the divine and demon prohibition technique, Blood Hand Zhao Can crazily collided with the nearest wall, causing tables, chairs, and chairs to explode along the path. The thick solid wood wall was hit with a big hole, and he rushed out directly.
In order to survive, he didn't have time to walk through the door or window. I ran straight into the wall and walked away.
"Hmph." Meng Chuan's figure, holding a knife, was completely devoid of blood on his body. With a movement, he had already transformed into a phantom and chased out along the big hole.
Many guests of Biyun Tower finally breathed a sigh of relief, and some looked out through the window. Many guests also stared at the arm on the ground, still wearing black gloves, and exclaimed in amazement.
"The person who was chased just now seems to have no leakage ability."
"He is still not as strong as Lord Mengchuan."
"Meng Gongzi belongs to the Divine and Demon family, so his foundation is naturally much stronger. Moreover, it seems that Meng Gongzi's swordsmanship is also exquisite."
"That's... Master Meng's swordsmanship is estimated to have reached the peak of the One Realm, and he is expected to realize his power in another year or two. How can it be compared to an ordinary realm without leakage?" These guests discussed and boldly approached the severed arm, carefully removing the black gloves. I saw a blood red palm twice as big as an ordinary person.
"Blood Demon Hand?"
"Has someone practiced this evil martial arts? Is it Zhao Can, the Blood Hand?"
"Blood Hand Zhao Can, that's the second leader of Blood Cloud Thieves, a master without any leakage. He was also chased by Master Mengchuan. Master Meng's swordsmanship is really powerful, and it may take another year or two for him to truly comprehend his swordsmanship."
"Can such an ordinary and leak free realm be compared to a genius like Meng Gongzi who is expected to be a god and demon?"
There were discussions in the brothel, but a few brave people went out to chase and see. Obviously, the speed is far behind Meng Chuan and Zhao Can, the Blood Hand who uses the Divine and Demon Prohibition Technique.
"Where did I expose it? Eleven Sisters' disguising skills are already superb, and no one can see through me. Did that fool slip the tongue with those brothel women?" Blood stained Zhao Can was both resentful and anxious, desperately rushing on his way.
Meng Chuan is also following behind.
When I chased a mile and the surroundings became secluded.
"Whoosh." Meng Chuan's speed suddenly increased again.
Just kidding.
Meng Chuan, who cultivates the Thunder Divine Body, can explode much faster than his Blood Hand Zhao Can after realizing his power. Even if Zhao Can uses the divine and demon prohibition technique, it is still far from enough. Meng Chuan was in the Biyun Tower, surrounded by too many onlookers. He only showed 30% of his strength, slightly stronger than Zhao Can, and only unleashed 50% of his strength with the cut of his arm. His aunt had instructed him long ago to realize the importance of power and make it public again in the middle of next year.
In front of others, it is natural to be low-key.
"What?" Seeing Meng Chuan's sudden increase in speed behind, Blood Hand Zhao Can went crazy. "How could that be?"
Meng Chuan, who was chasing rapidly, was so fast that his body was blurry. Zhao Can, the bloodless hand with no leakage, felt that he couldn't see clearly. Suddenly, he noticed a gentle blade of light hitting him, even waving his left hand to resist.
The knife flashed brightly.
The extreme of ghosts and ghosts.
Then he crossed one of his legs, and with a splash, one leg flew up.
Without using his sword, Meng Chuan can unleash up to 50% of his strength. This sword... while unleashing 50% of its strength, it also infused the power of its soul into the sword technique halfway through. As Dao Guang approached Zhao Can, his speed increased by 30%. Zhao Can, the Blood Hand who used the Divine and Demon Prohibition Technique, broke another leg in one face.
Zhao Can fell to the ground and now broke one arm and one leg. He showed a look of despair, and the control of his body by Wuluo Jing still slowed down the bleeding from the broken leg rapidly.
"Meng Gongzi, I have no grudges or grievances with you. You don't need to kill me," Zhao Canlian said, breaking his leg and unable to dodge. He also broke his hand. It's too easy for Meng Chuan to kill him.
But Zhao Can still wants to live!
He is a strong person with no boundaries, even if he breaks one hand and one leg, he can still live relatively comfortably.
"Oh? No grudges or grievances, didn't you also harm more than 300 lives?" Meng Chuan walked towards Zhao Can.
"I have silver and treasures," Zhao Can immediately took out a thick stack of silver coins from his pocket with his left hand. "There are nearly 40000 taels of silver coins here, and this one, this is a divine and magical treasure."
Zhao Can took out the black iron sheet wrapped in cotton cloth again and said, "This divine and magical treasure is worth 100000 taels."
He didn't say, Blood Cloud Thief wanted to sell 100000 taels but didn't sell it.
"These are all yours, all belong to Lord Meng," Zhao Canlian said, "as long as you spare my dog's life."
"Use what you have to beg for mercy?" Meng Chuan continued to walk over.
"I am the second in command of Blood Cloud Thief, and I know a place where Blood Cloud Thief buried a treasure." Zhao Canlian said, "As long as you spare me and let me go, I will tell you."
"Puff."
The knife flashed with a flash of light.
Approaching Meng Chuan, a knife infused with the power of his heart and soul easily brushed over Zhao Can's neck.
"You, you..." Zhao Can's eyes widened wide, why didn't he just give him a chance to survive?
"I haven't paid attention to the treasures of your bandits yet," Meng Chuan said calmly, watching Zhao Can die in anger.
Although Blood Cloud Thief is powerful, there are eight great thieves without any leakage. Among them are leaders who hold power. Even the leader who holds the power is only close in strength to Meng Chuan. In front of the entire Meng family... what does a bandit's wealth count for? Meng Chuan had no interest in it at all. The treasures he used to build the foundation of gods and demons were countless times more precious than those possessed by Blood Cloud Thief.
Meng Chuan reached out and picked up the stack of silver bills, then looked at the exposed black iron piece from the cotton cloth and said, "The divine and demonic thing? It seems to be very broken." Meng Chuan didn't think much and temporarily took it into his arms.