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Episode 2 Limit Chapter 8 Skin is more important than life (1)

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    After a delay, Guan Pingchao led a group of hunters in four vehicles and chased after her. When they saw the woman, they quickly saluted from afar: "Mr. Deputy Captain, why are you here? These people are violating the safety zone regulations in the city.  , spoke rudely to our mercenary group, and even beat us"

    "Shut up!" The woman's voice was like the cold wind passing over the thousand-year glacier, which can freeze a person's bone marrow. "Just because you recruit would-be hunters into the mercenary group does not mean that you can harass those who come to Ten Thousand Horse Hall."  Tourists. Do you think I don¡¯t know about the good things you usually do?¡±

    Guan Pingchao completely lost the dignity he had when he reprimanded his subordinates in the city. He lowered his head and said yes.

    "However, the reputation of the Prancing Horse Mercenary Group cannot be ruined by them. I also want to see who is still so arrogant in Ten Thousand Horses Hall! You guys stay away to avoid being accidentally injured by me!"

    Guan Pingchao and others had been looking forward to this sentence for a long time. After saluting, they quickly got into the car, turned around and drove a kilometer away before stopping.

    Among the several vice-captains of the mercenary group, the one in front of me was the most difficult to offend. She took action and ignored it. Just look at how she destroyed a 500-meter-long road in order to stop the minibus. You will understand.  Her style of doing things.

    The woman floated down from the road, and when she got closer, she realized that she was not stepping on the road, but hanging in the air at a height of more than ten centimeters. A black leather windbreaker was floating behind her, and she also had waist-length black hair and sunglasses.  He blocked his eyes and held a cigarette in his delicate mouth. Under the smoke was an indifferent expression.  There was a badge nailed to the collar of the windbreaker, and six stars surrounded the staff that exploded with lightning.

    Mo Tu looked solemn, opened the car door and walked out: "First deputy leader of the Prancing Horse Mercenary Group, six-star monk hunter Nanfeng?"

    Nanfeng had arrived less than fifty meters away from the minibus, and she was not surprised when Mo Tu revealed her identity.  After all, a woman like her who became a six-star hunter at such a young age is the only one in the entire Qimeng Paradise novice area.  What's more, she is also the first deputy leader of the Prancing Horse Mercenary Group, a large mercenary group, and is also a well-known figure in Qimeng Paradise.

    "My name is Mo Tu, a five-star combat hunter."

    Nanfeng paused for a moment, and the height dropped a few centimeters before he stabilized his figure: "You have killed countless people, but you can't kill them with your own hands?"

    "Excuse me. I would rather meet Mo Tu than Nan Feng. Speaking of which, you are still better than me."

    "I haven't heard of your name for five years, right? You were promoted to five-star hunter a month earlier than me, why haven't you been promoted now?" Although Nanfeng is arrogant and indifferent by nature, when he met someone who was as famous as himself back then,  Mo Tu was still a little curious.

    "I have done some business in the past few years." Mo Tu was not a talkative person, so he only explained vaguely.  If Nanfeng knew that he had been hiding in the farm hospital for five years and opened a small bar, which was the kind that had no business for half a month, he would definitely be surprised and fall under the road.

    "Those losers in our mercenary group are no match for you. It seems you have shown mercy." Nanfeng admitted the fact frankly.

    Nanfeng's frankness won Mo Tu's favor, and he said calmly: "I haven't touched anyone in the past few years, and I have forgotten how to kill people. Originally it was just a small misunderstanding, and no one died. Deputy Commander Nanfeng raised his hand and let us  How was it in the past?"

    Nanfeng held the cigarette between his slender fingers and took a deep breath. The smoke he exhaled gathered in front of him for a long time and could not be dispersed, as if it had condensed into a solid state: "Your Ghost Hand Sword and my Scattered Flower Staff are both excellent level."  Weapons, your star rating and mine have always been close to each other. Although we have never met each other, I have long wanted to compete with you to see why Ghost Hand Motu can escape when hundreds of people are hunting him!"

    Having said this, Nan Feng waved her hand holding the cigarette forward, and the smoke condensed in front of her squirmed like an octopus, branching out into several tentacles, tumbling towards Mo Tu in the sunlight.

    Mo Tu flipped his wrist, and there was a glove on his right hand. The glove made of light silver thread shone with metallic luster. Four beams of purple light shot out from the back of the hand, forming a half-meter-long hand sword.  Mo Tu had a unique vision. He waited until the smoke was in front of him before waving his arm, accurately cutting off the position of Nanfeng's alpha particles that controlled the smoke. The smoke immediately dispersed, and Nanfeng's tentative attack became invisible.

    The two of them started to take action. In the car, Suo Minni was also excitedly talking to Yan Xiaocang.

    "I found it. There are records of the deeds of some famous people in Qimeng Paradise. I should have thought that Mo Tu and Gui Shou are the same person. Back then, Mo Tu was framed during a mission, and he slaughtered everyone in anger.  A large team of forty people even took out the heart of the culprit with their bare hands, and were then hunted down by the friends of the victims. They killed more than a hundred people before settling the whole matter. It was a sensation in Qimeng Paradise.  The major event of the moment was also 'countless murders, ghostsThe origin of the title "Motu".  "

    No wonder Mo Tu planned to lure Guan Pingchao and the others outside the city and then kill them all. Mo Tu's narrow-minded and vengeful character was as famous as his excellent weapon "Ghost Hand Sword". If Guan Pingchao and the others were like this back then,  They pursued them relentlessly and were massacred by Mo as early as in the city.

    "Then why did Mo Tu say that Nan Feng was better than him? How could he rather meet Mo Tu than Nan Feng?" Yan Xiaocang asked shamelessly.  He was already familiar with Suo Minni's habits. If she didn't fully cooperate when she spoke, the girl would soon lose interest in continuing, and then she would lose her temper.  So be sure to pretend to be interested in her topic and keep asking questions.

    "Because Mo Tu only kills people who are malicious to him, but this is not the case with Sister Nanfeng. The magic she likes to use is basically large-scale attack magic. Every time she fights, she can't distinguish between the enemy and ourselves. Someone has done statistics.  She injured more herself and innocent bystanders than her opponents."

    Yan Xiaocang thought of something: "Then wouldn't it be dangerous for us to be here? No wonder the people from the mercenary group ran so far! Driver, let's leave too!"

    Yan Xiaocang¡¯s reminder was still a step too late.  After a little testing, Nanfeng got a basic impression of Mo Tu's reaction speed, attack speed, and strength limit. The cigarette butt in his hand suddenly exploded into countless small sparks.  The sparks rose to a height of more than ten meters in the air, growing larger and larger, turning into fist-sized fireballs.  Nanfeng twirled her fingers, and another cigarette appeared. She shook it, and the cigarette butt automatically lit. At the same time, hundreds of fireballs roared down, covering an area of ??hundreds of square meters.

    Mo Tu did not dare to neglect, and at the critical moment he showed a strength that was not inferior to that of a six-star combat hunter.  He leaned over and stabbed the Ghost Hand Knife into the road ground, then lifted it hard, lifting up a few square meters of pavement.  Before the pavement hit the ground, he stood up and kicked the concrete pavement into pieces with a flying kick.  Mo Tu's hands kept spinning like windmills, throwing fragments in the air, and each fragment hit a ball of fire.  Also using the energy of alpha particles, the concrete fragments destroyed the fireballs one by one. However, there were too many fireballs from the south wind. If Motu was sparse, some fireballs would inevitably be caught.

    Yan Xiaocang, who was watching the battle in the carriage, once again felt the fluctuations in the air. This time it seemed to follow rules. He stared at a ball of fire. For some reason, it seemed as if an arc appeared in front of him, and the fireball followed that arc.  Line flight.  Suddenly, the arc twisted, and the fireball also changed its flight path. It just escaped Mo Tu's interception and flew towards the minibus.

    Without thinking, Yan Xiaocang raised the staff in his hand and waved it towards the non-existent arc. He was satisfied to see that the arc was distorted again under his interference, and the fireball landed on the road.  In the farmland outside, the crops waiting to be harvested suddenly burst into flames.

    "Which monk hunter is hiding in the car?" Even through the sunglasses, you can feel the bright eyes of the south wind coming in through the car window, and all the fireballs disappear without a trace in an instant.  Yan Xiaocang hid behind the chair. Now he was sure that the strange movement in the air was related to Nanfeng's spell.

    Breaking the concrete pavement into pieces, a lot of dust naturally flew out. Mo Tu was so anxious to intercept the fireball from Nanfeng that he didn't bother to avoid it. Now his body and face were covered in dust, and he no longer looked like a master at all.  Seeing Nanfeng give up midway, he breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "I'm just a one-star hunter. You wouldn't ignore your status and attack the junior who just came in, right?"

    "A one-star monk hunter can distinguish the one I control alone among hundreds of fireballs, and then interfere with the movement of alpha particles to change the direction of my attack?"

    Mo Tu said in a deep voice: "Yan Xiaocang, come out for a moment."

    Reluctantly, Yan Xiaocang walked to the door of the car, leaned out and said hello to Nanfeng: "Hello, senior, I am Yan Xiaocang, a one-star monk hunter. Nice to meet you."

    Behind the sunglasses, Nanfeng's eyes seemed to light up: "What a beautiful little boy. At this age, you can understand the laws of alpha particles. No wonder he can become a one-star hunter."

    After saying that, Nanfeng's figure suddenly disappeared in front of him. When he reappeared, he was already next to the minibus, less than one meter away from Yan Xiaocang. His long hair that was floating due to the high-speed movement was pouring down like a black waterfall.  , neatly falling behind.  She stretched out two fingers, lifted Yan Xiaocang's chin, and said frivolously: "Such a beautiful child, does he have a girlfriend?"

    Yan Xiaocang's face immediately turned red. When he was in the bathing city, those women only took advantage of him verbally. This was the first time he was teased. He stretched out his hand almost instinctively: "Dongfeng"

    Before the word "break" came out of his mouth, that is, when Yan Xiaocang had just gathered his inner strength into his palms and was about to vomit it out, his eyes suddenly disappeared.The figure of the south wind has disappeared, and only a faint fragrance lingers.

    Nanfeng appeared at the parking spot where Guan Pingchao and the others were parking, and said with a smile that was completely opposite to the indifference he showed when he appeared: "Little villain, do you want to touch me when we first meet? Where do you want to touch me? For the sake of it,  For your sake, I will spare you today." From a distance, she clicked on the erected highway, and Yan Xiaocang felt a storm rolling in from her position, almost suffocating him.  The storm hit the road directly, pushing the road back to its original position.  If it weren't for the crack on the ground next to the minibus, no one would believe that Nanfeng had just played with the road as easily as a toy.

    The minibuses passed through the dangerous section of road cautiously. If it is not overhauled, something big will happen to this section of road sooner or later.  But this is the matter of the Prancing Horse Mercenary Group.

    Yan Xiaocang sat back in his seat, only to see Suo Minni staring at him with murderous eyes: "Xiao Cang, what's going on with Nanfeng? Why is his attitude towards you so ambiguous? Do you really want to take advantage of her?  "

    "How do I know? Who wants to take advantage of her?" Yan Xiaocang shouted, "Unjust."

    After a long time of gesticulating explanations, Suo Minni finally snorted and said: "If you really have nothing to do with her, I will let you go today. However, Sister Nanfeng is so cool, I decided to treat her as someone I admire.  Idol, learn from her!¡±

    Nan Feng can attack indiscriminately because as a monk hunter, she has a lot of range attack magic. Suo Minni is a gun hunter. How can she learn from her?  Yan Xiaocang couldn't help shuddering as he imagined the scene of Suo Minni carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder and firing everywhere.
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