Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Those who underestimate the enemy will die without guilt

The distant mountains are covered with snow, and the pines and cypresses are green.

Zhou Ji drove northward for more than 30 miles, and the people became less and less populated, and the farmland gradually became thinner.

Looking back, Shangjing City behind him has long disappeared into the mountains and jungles, the mountain roads are rugged and the vegetation is slack, only the pine forest in front of him is still green, and there are a few faint chirping of birds and beasts.

Just when he thought the journey would be so smooth, a flash of vigilance suddenly flashed in his mind, causing him to pull the rein and stop the carriage.

The chirping of birds, beasts and insects around him fell silent, Zhou Ji's face changed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at a strange figure walking in front of the mountain road.

Tall and thin, with a foreign face, holding a short knife and hook chain in his hand, and with dreadlocks all over his head, he looks strangely oppressive.

Zhou Ji could feel that the strength of this person in front of him should be the first person he had ever seen besides Wu Zhu and Hong Sixiang.

Even if they are both rank nine masters, Xie Bi'an, Yan Xiaoyi, He Daoren, and Haitang Duoduo are all a bit behind him.

"There is only one person in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty who can cultivate at the ninth rank, the great master Kuhe's disciple, Langtao." Zhou Ji looked into Langtao's cold and indifferent eyes, and smiled, "Did you come here because of Shen Shen?"

Langtao looked proudly, and looked up at the young man in front of him. He could see fear in the other person's eyes, but he didn't see surprise, "You know I'm coming?"

Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows and said: "He has a suspicious personality. Regarding the rescue of Yan Bingyun a few days ago, he will definitely not believe in any Taoist. Apart from him, only the saint Haitang and you are left in the capital. I don't believe he can mobilize Haitang Duoduo."

"Then are you ready to die?"

Lang Tao held two short knives behind his hands, when he saw a gray-brown cylinder thrown out from Zhou Ji's sleeve, and it was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"what!"

Langtao subconsciously wanted to slash with a knife, but was also worried that there was a mechanism hidden in the cylinder, and the moment the flying chain was released, he gasped and jumped up out of thin air, dodging the "hidden weapon" that was thrown. At the same time, he held his breath and focused, looking vigilantly at the gray cylinder not far beside him.

Ordinary poisons are not very effective against ninth-rank masters, but Fan Xian is a disciple of Fei Jie, and Fei Jie is the most powerful poison master in the world. The poisoning of Xiao En's son back then can be said to be a sensation in the world. As Fan Xian, Zhou Ji Friends, there is no guarantee that there is no way to save your life.

Langtao naturally didn't dare to push her too hard, she covered her nose and widened her eyes, paying attention to whether poisonous needles and poisonous smoke would burst out of the cylinder.

All of this happened in an instant, and the peripheral vision of his eyes swept to Zhou Ji, but Zhou Ji's first reaction was to cut off the noose on the carriage. Before he could react, a burst of extremely ear-piercing high-frequency noise poured into his eardrums, and when he turned his head again, a white light suddenly appeared, dazzling and dazzling, illuminating the entire forest.

not good!

Langtao realized something was wrong, but it was too late, the sudden strong noise and light directly affected his perception, the tears couldn't stop flowing for a while, and it was extremely difficult to even open his eyes.

Not only that, the full name of the shock bomb is flash sonic bomb. During the few breaths blinded by the white light, his hearing was also damaged by the strong noise, and his brain was buzzing. He could only rely on his feeling to throw the chain knife towards the The direction swept away.

Zhou Ji was also dizzy from the strong noise at this time. Fortunately, he was prepared in advance. The frightened horse neighed and rushed wildly. He fell to the ground immediately after seeing the sweeping chain knife, and slid several meters due to inertia. Even Lang Tao, whose perception was severely disturbed, noticed the horse corpse that fell to the ground in front of him.

"Shameless villain!"

Langtao covered his eyes with one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, barely able to see a double image of white flowers in front of him, and then another white light lit up, and the strong noise that rang out again directly drowned out his cursing.

This time he took precautions in advance, imitating Zhou Ji's previous appearance, turning around and closing his eyes, concentrating on his heart, and shielding his six senses. Even though he was still affected by the strong noise, it was not as serious as before. In addition, he escaped the impact of white light. At that time, his eyesight had gradually recovered, his eyes were red and swollen, and the bloodshot and stinging pain aroused his killing intent even more. When he started with two knives, all his true energy burst out, and for a while it seemed that even the air around him became sticky stand up.

As the target locked by murderous intent, Zhou Ji stared at Langtao's **** eyes and felt his heart skip a beat, but his hands didn't stop. He took advantage of the delay of the two shock bombs to assemble Barrett, and even aimed at it. Before the mirror had time to adjust, he set up the barrel and aimed straight at Langtao's chest.

Didn't hesitate at all, and didn't dare to hesitate.

Langtao suddenly remembered that Zhong Zhong had told him that Zhou Ji had a palm-sized crossbow in his hand, which could shoot copper pins as thick as little fingers, but Shen Shen didn't tell him that Zhou Ji had not only a palm-sized crossbow, but also a half-human How tall!

He shot with hatred, and he didn't even see the purpose of this weird cylinder. The moment the sense of danger flashed through his mind, he saw a ball of fire erupting from the depths of the dark cylinder. There was a roar, like thunder.

The trend of rushing forward suddenly stagnated, Langtao raised the two knives, only to feel the power of the whole body receding like a tide, accompanied by the spray of blood rain, the whole person fell to his knees, and could only look at the pain on his chest in a daze. The blood hole slowly lost its aura.

"rat."

"You want to kill me, I'm purely self-defense, how can there be any despicable words?" Zhou Ji looked at the dying Langtao, and sighed: "When Yan Bingyun was robbed that day, the information on the guns had already been exposed. I went out, I can only blame you for underestimating the enemy, I didn't expect that I have more lethal weapons."

Reaching out to brush Langtao's wide eyes, Zhou Ji took out his bag from the carriage and walked away.

The news of Langtao's death spread quickly in Northern Qi. As for what kind of disturbance it caused, it had nothing to do with Zhou Ji.

Those who kill people will always kill them.

In an era when the law cannot restrain warriors, life for life is the only criterion.

Zhou Ji went all the way north, but he didn't encounter any obstacles. Maybe the death of Yan Xiaoyi, Li Yunrui and Lang Tao shocked the high-level officials of the two countries so much that they didn't dare to send people to test it.

It was not until they crossed the border pass and stepped into the territory of the barbarians, followed by the spies from various countries that they returned to Xinjiang, and did not continue to follow.

At the beginning, Zhou Ji could exchange supplies with the tribes in the surrounding grasslands. As he went north, he could find fewer tribes, and the temperature around him dropped sharply. The grasslands gradually declined, replaced by a vast snowy area.

Wrapped in fur, Zhou Ji placed the prepared materials on the sled, looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and let out a soft breath.

Going to the pole is far more difficult than he imagined.

(end of this chapter)

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