The Eternal Life of His Majesty

Track a thousand miles

The blue car sped up at night, the wind around it roared, and the scenery quickly receded.

No matter how Ren Zhanghe thought about it, I was worried that there was a figure walking in the courtyard thousands of meters behind this car, but he surpassed the speed of the car and followed it casually.

After driving for nearly a thousand miles, Zhang He stopped, he got out of the car with a pale face, his hands stopped bleeding, and there was no more bleeding, he got out of the car, but the pain from the broken bone still made his eyebrows clench involuntarily.

The surrounding area was a wilderness, After Zhang He got out of the car, he scanned the surrounding area and ran in one direction.

Qin Xuan looked calm at the back, staring at Zhang He's figure in the distance with cold eyes.

He followed, silently, until Zhang He sank into the densely wooded mountain.

Qin Xuan entered the forest, followed the trail, and saw Zhang He.

At this moment, he had taken off his mask and sat under a tree, adjusting his breathing.

Qin Xuan was in no hurry, standing amongst the branches in the distance, standing tall.

Zhang He set his breath for several hours, and then slowly woke up until the morning light was filled.

After which, Zhang He stepped on his capacity and climbed the mountain.

He nearly traveled hundreds of miles until he stopped in front of an abandoned factory in the city.

There was the sound of a whistle whistle, Zhang He's face was grim, and he went straight through the factory gate, The surroundings were silent, and the whistle disappeared.

After going all the way to the abandoned factory, Jang Hyuk went underground through a secret door.

This was a secret headquarters, with rooms around it, and even masks.

They were somewhat surprised to see Zhang He not covering his face with a mask.

Zhang He ignored this shocked gaze and stepped into the deepest part of the room.

Walking to the deepest point, Zhang He stared at the camera.

The Camera is facial recognition In this era, even if you are a fighter, as long as you are in the world, it is inevitable that technology is convenient. Even Ning Ziyang used it, not to mention other warriors, this was something that had long been popular.

The door slowly opened, and the one that fell in front of Zhang He was a man with a white mask and without a pattern.

“Tasks done?” The man's voice was deep and thick, and came out slowly.

"Done!" Zhang He took a deep breath and replied confidently: "Qin Wende was struck by the hand of a crushed soul, he will definitely die!"

The masked man looked at Zhang He, feeling Zhang He's breath was unstable and frowning slightly, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang He was a grandmaster, a rare master in Anluo. After all, it seemed like this kind of murderous organization was hidden in the darkness. How could a strong person who was famous enough to join, many masters in Anluo Orphaned, cultivated.

"Prince of Darkness, I'm in the river ..." Zhang He was extremely bitter, and he told her what had happened.

The masked man's eyes flickered, "You mean, Zheng Weilong is dead!"

The masked man stood up suddenly, a terrifying light appearing in his eyes.

Zhang He lowered his head and said bitterly: "Dark Prince, that young man is really crazy, he kills when he sees people, there is no reason at all!"

The light in the eyes of the masked person became increasingly shocked, and a terrifying coercion suddenly spread out, instantly suppressing Zhang He.

“Idiot, if he really is a madman, he can kill three masters with two swords, how can you survive?” The masked man's voice contained endless anger.

Zhang He's face was pale, and he felt as if a mountain was pressing down in front of him.

He looked at the masked man in disbelief, "You mean, he purposely saved my life?"

The masked man's face hidden behind the mask was already covered by frost, "If not?"

Zhang He suddenly became anxious and said in a panic: "No way, Dark Lord! I will just kill Qin Wende, how can I offend such a powerful person, the other party and I An Luo have no grudges, how can it be ..."

“More, Jiangshui City is more than a thousand miles here? I looked all the way, and there was no car in the back, let alone anyone!” He thought of the calmness and tranquility of the road, and said confidently: “Maybe he's a madman, or with Zheng Weilong having a grudge. "

The masked man looked at Zhang He, "I hope so!"

Before those words fell, suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded from the ground, and at that very instant, the look on Zhang He and the masked man's faces changed.

"Someone barged in!"

There is a warning to prevent idlers from entering this abandoned factory, and there is also a dark alarm line under the rob. Even if the pika comes in, it will set an alarm alarm. Now, the alarm actually goes off?

Even if it's a coincidence, it's too coincidental, right?

Immediately, Zhang He and the masked men immediately rushed out.

Not only that, Anluo had over twenty assassins, all of them appearing, looking at the alarm outside.

In their eyes, a young man walked slowly, with his hands in his pockets, calm and relaxed.

Many people heaved a sigh of relief, especially the strong ones.They saw that this young man had a bone age, but what kind of threat did an eighteen-year-old have?

They set up their headquarters here for only half a year, and it was not uncommon for people to enter here by accident.

However, only Zhang He saw the figure of the young man, and suddenly a chill emerged from the soles of his feet, rushing straight over his head, and his entire body felt cold.

He was naked, with fear in his eyes.

This scene happened to fall in the masked man's eyes.Soon, the masked man could not help but shout: "Be careful, prepare for war!"

Accompanied by a loud shout from him, the surrounding assassins were all startled, suddenly showing a wary expression.

They never doubted the Dark Lord's orders.

"Yes, that's it!" Zhang He confessed, and the terrifying strength of Grandmaster Assassin Qin Xuan was like nothing had flashed through his mind, and he nearly fainted.

"Junk!" The masked man could not help but snort coldly. If he could kill his master, his opponent would have been innate.

But how about it, he was also a great innate expert, and there were many assassins he carefully cultivated around him to help him. What is the fear of the innate?

Qin Xuan looked at the abandoned factory, and suddenly stopped, his eyes flashed above the factory where nothing could be seen, his expression indifferent.

He slowly took out his hand from his pocket, and then a beam of light flew out from his waist and fell into his hand and turned into a three-foot-tall sharp edge.

With the Immortal Sword in his hand, Qin Xuan silently looked to the abandoned factory.

"Out of all, today Anluo, no one can live!"

The faint words were calm, but filled the sky throughout the factory and fell into the ears of everyone in Anluo.

“Bogged!” The masked man could not help but shout coldly.

A Luo has no one to live for?

Although the National Protection Mansion had never been destroyed after several attempts of siege and suppression, it was a joke for this young man to dare to speak so wildly.

The assassins around him were even colder. If not for the dark lord, they would have had to wait for the dark lord's order and had already started killing this 18-year-old but extremely arrogant child.

The masked man's eyes were cold, and soon, he gestured.

Two assassins who had been staring at Qin Xuan appeared, and the heavy sniper rifle in their hands had been aimed at Qin Xuan's throat and heart.

The body of the gun was cold, and it was M82, one of the title of king of sniper weapons.

By the time the masked man's movement fell, the two projectiles that pierced through the armor tore through the air, enough to pierce through the tank armor hundreds of meters away, and a terrifying existence rushed towards Qin Xuan with starlight.