Chapter 353 Hope
Ghost Spade’s pupils suddenly dilated,
The body trembles, the soul trembles, the hair stands on end,
Every part of the limbs and bones is crying:
Run away!
Whether Ghost Spade liked that experience or not, he was once a frontier soldier in the Duhufu. For a long time, he fought with elite Turkic scouts, bandits from the Jing Kingdom, demon cultivators, and monsters.
Suddenly a cold arrow shot out from the still bushes;
The good forest road suddenly raised a tripping rope;
Over the empty and uninhabited valley path, boulders fell inexplicably;
While sleeping on a bed in the barracks, I suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes and slashing from the enemy;
Over time, Ghost Spade seems to have an intuition,
The intuition of knowing how to die.
This ability helped him escape countless open and hidden arrows, avoiding countless fatal ambushes, and even after defecting, it also helped him survive the long-term pursuit from Yu State.
Until now.
Lian Xuanxiao just stood in the air with a long sword in his hand. He neither drew a talisman nor swooped down.
But Ghost Spade still felt his scalp tingling, as if there was a mountain above his head that was slowly pressing down.
No hope of survival.
In the courtyard on the surface, the Yuansou swung his sword away Qi Ji, the deputy commander of the Zhenfu Division, then looked up at the figure in the robe in the sky high in the night, subconsciously clenched the hilt of the long sword, and murmured: "No. 1 in the world, the talisman sword Peerless."
He grew up with the white ape demon, and was found by the sword master family. He practiced swordsmanship at the age of ten, listened to the rain at the age of twelve, patrolled the clouds at the age of fourteen, and slaughtered most of his tribe at the age of eighteen. He escaped from Zhao County and started walking from then on. Rivers and lakes.
Different from those monks who devote themselves to cultivation in the deep mountains and old forests, he likes to eat, drink, have fun, like wine and beautiful women, and likes luxury and leisure.
plundered caravans, robbed money,
He even broke into the mansion of the rich family after being drunk, and after killing the family of the patriarch, he stood in a pool of blood and ordered the terrified servants to prepare a banquet.
Even though he was so reckless and lazy, at the age of twenty-nine, he broke through the threshold of Xunyun and was promoted to Zhuxiao.
There are monks who are stronger than him in this world.
Lin Hongbo, Commander of the Zhenfu Division of Yu State, and Lu Qingya, the long deer in Luli Academy Mountain,
The high priest of the Turks, the old monster underground in the Zhou Kingdom’s palace, the barbarian leader of the Hundred Thousand Barren Mountains,
But when it comes to the talent of swordsmanship, Yuansou thinks that it is second to none in the world.
Until now.
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the well-groomed beard and hair fluttered in the wind,
If you can't win, you can only escape.
The ape old man made a move,
The long sword swung towards the gate of Zhenfusi, spewing out a continuous sword energy like a piece of white silk, and swept straight towards the houses on the opposite street.
Where the sword qi went, the horses were divided into two horizontally, and the wall made of stone bricks collapsed from the middle.
Rune · Wind Prison.
Lian Xuanxiao moved all five fingers of his left hand together, dabbed and swiped in the air, and drew a complicated and obscure talisman in an instant.
The ubiquitous aura of heaven and earth gathers towards the talisman and flows along the lines of the strokes.
嗡—
The air, solidified.
It is not a description of the atmosphere, but a cold reality.
The originally light and misty air is thick and thick like a gel,
The sword energy galloping on the street is constantly slowed down until it disintegrates and dissipates invisible at the gate of the house.
can not breath.
The ape old man's face flushed rapidly, and his chest heaved continuously, but he couldn't absorb even a sliver of air.
The soldiers of the Zhenfu Division around him also suffered from suffocation, their faces were blue, and they knelt down on the ground.
But with the flick of Lian Xuanxiao's finger, all the staff of the Zhen Fu Division, including Qi Ji, were thrown out by invisible force and landed outside the Zhengzheng Square.
It's now!
Ghost Spade's pupils shrank, and the soles of his feet slammed to the ground.
Boom!
The surface of the bluestone brick is cracked with cobweb-like cracks, and the whole ground is sunken,
Ghost Spade is like an arrow leaving the string, rushing straight towards Lian Xuanxiao in the sky,
The mottled rust on the surface of the machete continuously oozes stinky blood, cutting the solidified air in front of him, forming a sharp cone-shaped pale airflow around him.
Under the night, an angry, mournful, and determined roar sounded.
Ghost Spade roared angrily, broke through the barrier of the wind prison, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the blade moved forward without hesitation, cutting towards Lian Xuanxiao.
The head of the mountain raised his eyes slightly, reflecting the ferocious expression of Ghost Shovel, the bloodthirsty huge mouth with criss-crossed teeth on his abdomen, and the blood-stained blade in his eyes.
Zheng! !
Swords collide,
The gelatinous air, rising and falling violently like a tsunami,
The shock wave spread wildly in all directions in the form of a pale wave surface, until it broke through the periphery of the Wind Prison rune.
Boom! !
The deafening explosion resounded through Chang'an City,
The howling wind even suppressed the megalodon whale oil fire on the roof of the nearby Fangshi,
The several divisions who were busy putting out the fires all over the place stood still,
Most of the monks in the cloud-watching realm in the city also sensed the terrifying aura fluctuations, and they all looked in the direction of Xuanzheng Fang.
"Mr. Rao He's frost knife?"
Shanchang held the sword, and asked lightly: "I didn't expect it to be in your hands, and it became like this."
Ghost Spade didn’t answer,
The muscles on his face trembled, scarlet blood leaked from between his teeth,
Chick!
Ghost Spade burst out countless **** flowers all over his body, and his right hand was broken inch by inch due to the huge shock,
until the elbow was completely separated, turned into indistinguishable rotten meat, and fell to the ground.
"Aw—"
Ghost Spade’s huge mouth, which had been tightly closed all the time, burst open suddenly, biting Shan Zhang’s wrist.
In the blink of an eye, the head of the mountain let go of the hilt of the sword, and the spirit in his palm surged. While pushing away the opponent, he retracted the long sword and slashed with his backhand, cutting off the legs of Ghost Spade.
Ghost Spade failed to bite the huge mouth on his belly, he immediately opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, the tip of his tongue hit the blade of the long sword,
Using the force of reverse thrust, the ghost shovel was pushed to fall to the ground.
Chance!
The ape old man immediately flew towards the sky, and caught the ghost shovel with one arm and two legs broken in the air,
Trying to swing the sword to break through the wind prison obstacles in front, and flew to the west gate of the city with his companions.
Escape!
The ape old man panted eagerly, throwing hundreds of talismans prepared in advance along the way, and threw them towards the square below.
Heat Talisman, Sand Traps Talisman, Lightning Talisman, Burning Talisman, Water Dragon Talisman
Although these talismans belong to the level of patrolling clouds, the aura of the strokes in them comes from the apex of the talisman Taoist monks—the talisman master.
The heat wave swept across the ground, the land melted into sand, and the electric light exploded and scattered,
The talisman master expends his mind and spiritual power to write the cloud patrolling talisman, which not only doubles the power, but also consumes much less energy on the releaser.
So that the ape old man can flee and lose.
And Lian Xuanxiao, as the head of Xuegong Mountain, must take into account the safety of the people in Chang'an.
Facts are just as Yuansou imagined, after he threw out the talisman to bomb Chang'an City, the oppressive feeling like gangrene in the rear quickly eased.
The ape old man flew over the west wall of the city with the **** ghost shovel on his back, and finally escaped from Chang'an City.
He looked back out of the corner of his eye, almost scared out of his wits—
Lian Xuanxiao lightly flicked the five fingers of his left hand, and unexpectedly delayed the activation process of all the talismans with a profound realm.
With a wave of the palm, one by one talismans shot straight into the sky, exploded high in the sky, turned into fire and thunder, and failed to harm the people of Chang'an.
(end of this chapter)