When Tang He came here, there was no one in the dilapidated hut.
He grabbed a handful of quilts, which were damp and cold. The house is empty when people leave, leaving no luggage behind. The sound of distant waves is endless, unconsciously covering up the small movements. The moment he turned around, there were two friends at the door who had met each other before, which made him frown.
"You guys are quite fast." He moved away the knife facing his face with two fingers. "Did you come here with the impermanence of six paths? This ghost place is very far away."
"Senior is not slow either." Qinglan retracted the knife and said with a smile, "It seems like the people from Death Shadow Pavilion helped you."
He's right. Tang He still had the Black Qiong Ring given to him by Lord Xueyue in his pocket. After all, he is an onmyoji, so this trick of knowing the direction is not difficult. He came from the "dog farm". Kari Gondo probably got the news a long time ago and directly led him to the calculated position without interfering. On the contrary, Tang He himself was very concerned about why these people came to such a remote place.
Moreover, judging from the smell left in the air, the person he wanted to kill was not here.
He walked straight to the door and faced the two of them. They avoided it a little, which allowed him to judge that the two of them still had some room for negotiation, but unfortunately, he still had no such intention.
"One less person," he said.
"We don't know that. We just got the order to have a good talk with you in Zanglanhai. And it's the last time." Tang Qinglan said.
"Have a good talk?" Tang He raised his eyebrows slightly, "For the last time?"
A weak threat.
"I told you a long time ago that there is no need to talk nonsense with him."
Tang Huailan tightened the soft armor on her arm, and four rows of sharp thorns spread along her knuckles. At the same time, she straightened a row of strong iron chains, making it clear that she did not intend to communicate. Being so direct was in line with Tang He's wishes. As soon as he put his hand on the scabbard, Tang Huailan suddenly said this again.
"If you go back, you should be able to see the parricide murderer."
Tang He hesitated - but only for a moment. The horizontal knife suddenly struck the iron chain, making a crisp and harsh sound, and sparks flew out. This iron is very tough, and ordinary chains are afraid of breaking directly. The second sword was blocked by Qinglan's barrier sword, and the blade made a strange sound. The third knife was stuck in Huailan's metal claw blade. Qinglan raised the knife in cooperation and slashed at the opponent's waist from the side. Tang He turned over his arm and turned around, perfectly staggering from the trajectory of the sword. The blade and the iron claws were just rubbing together, and the harsh sound accompanied by the sparks that scattered around shattered the tranquility of the early morning.
"Rather than accepting an invitation, I would rather take the initiative to visit."
Their synergy is very good, rather amazingly good. This kind of tacit understanding is like being brought out of the mother's womb, forming one body. They switch freely between offense and defense. When calculating the enemy's next move, they can also accurately predict the actions of their teammates and seamlessly make judgments on how to cooperate. It would be inappropriate to say that they are two bodies controlled by the same consciousness. But compared to a pair of chopsticks, they are more suitable to use bowls and plates as metaphors. Tang He tried to distance one of them and attack one by one, but found that even if the two were separated, they could fight independently and the offensive would not decrease.
This must be the result of long-term training and cooperation. They are not a spear and a shield, but they are a spear and a shield at the same time. In the long period of time, in addition to countless team battles, there must be no lack of mutual exchanges, tricks and tricks, and there is no affection for each other. This can indeed make a lot of progress, because only you know your own weaknesses best.
How long have they been training? Five years? ten years? fifteen years? If Tang Yu were still alive, he would definitely have an indescribable and natural understanding with her.
These two are very strong - he fully realized this time. It's just that it's not strong enough, and there's still room for him to wander and think.
"It turns out you can't save face."
Tang Qinglan smiled and held a piece of iron chain in his hand. He didn't know if he had received it from Huailan or if he had brought it with him. The other end of the chain was a claw. Tang He had only heard of it before, but had never seen it with his own eyes. Those claws are like those of a creeper, and they can embed themselves into even very smooth rock walls and bite them to death. This force can be controlled and can be used to kill people or catch people without any harm. It is a unique weapon of the Tang Sect. As for Tang Huailan's hand, he didn't know when he took Qinglan's knife, as if it fell from one hand to the other.
"Then tear it off for him."
Huailan jumped up and struck the sharp blade with his backhand, a poisoned dart shot out from his cuff. Tang He quickly judged that if he bounced it back with a knife, Qinglan on the side would definitely interfere. The trajectories of the blade and the dart were different. He couldn't block them at the same time, and he was bound to get hit by one of them.
Tang He suddenly raised his knife and hit the poison dart in the direction of Tang Qinglan. Of course he can guard against it, and Huailan's knife will definitely stab him. But it wasn't too bad. He jerked his elbow back and the ligaments were instantly strained. Before the severe pain could be felt, the sharp blade made a big gash in the clothes on the shoulder side and penetrated the lining, causing him to suffer some more flesh wounds.
He knew that he could no longer use this arm, but he unabashedly changed the knife to his left hand in front of them.
"Senior is really cruel to me." Tang Huailan said with a straight face, "It's harder to hurt yourself than to hurt others. I don't see you hesitating at all. Retaining combat capabilities to the maximum extent is indeed like the Tang Sect's style."
"Should I feel honored to be recognized by Miss Tang? Well, okay, I see you have never had any compassion for your partner. Do you want to say that it is trust? You Tang Sect is indeed unscrupulous, I learned ”
"This taunt is a bit low-end, Senior Tang." Qinglan moved the hand in front of her, still holding the hidden weapon between her fingers, "Didn't I say that? The goal is above all else."
"Did you forget to mention it before? I don't seem to like this title. It makes me mistakenly think that I am one of you."
The weapons are connected, and the fighting spirit is undiminished. Qinglan quickly drew out the crossbow, and the sharp arrow was pulled out of the arrow path, along with the slender iron chain. Tang He soon discovered that the arrow was not aimed at him, but passed between him and Huailan. He immediately shifted the blade and cut her hand grabbing the chain.
"too slow."
Tang Huailan felt his temple jump. Tang He grasped the chain with faster hand speed, but immediately let go, swinging it upwards before Qinglan could withdraw it. Because he had long noticed that their iron chains were thorn chains with small and sharp barbs on them. In this way, it will naturally fall and be pulled by Qinglan. If Huailan tries to catch it again, his palm will be bloody and cut open.
But she reached out without hesitation.
This was something Tang He didn't expect. He thought that no matter what he said, Tang Huailan would not have such a "consciousness of self-injury" as him. But the demonstration she just made was not true at all. This woman either doesn't speak or speaks harshly. But what he didn't expect was that Tang Qinglan suddenly disrupted the path of the thorn chain with his knuckles, causing the back half of it to swing towards him, like an arc. The price for doing this was that his index finger and middle finger were pinched, and blood foam stuck to the thorn chain, flying towards this side with a fishy smell.
Tang He seemed to understand something. Even if it is a task, this man can try his best to prevent the woman from getting hurt. Although he was considerate, he was not as cruel as she was to her partner. This may be something that can be exploited.
But at this time, the thorn chain was already buckled on his arm and circled half a circle. Tang Huailan immediately picked up the other end of the thorn chain and distanced himself from him. The thorn chain was wrapped twice around his body, locking his arms tightly inside. The two ends of the chain were grasped by the two men, and the noose in the middle bound him tightly. The more he struggled, the harder he was twisted.
"If you use a little force, you will be twisted in two." Tang Qinglan straightened the chain. "If you insist on coming to the door in person, you have to sew yourself up first."
Tang He relaxed a little and stopped trying to break it. But his expression and tone were not nervous, but rather strangely calm.
"After all, you are not Onmyoji."
"how you said that?"
"If I were you, guarding someone here, I would definitely set up a dragnet. The terrain here is open and close to the sea. If I set up a wooden formation in advance, maybe I can only catch them without help."
This didn't sound good, but the two of them had no intention of letting go.
In an instant, thunder suddenly appeared.
There was a sudden pain from the cold metal in his hand, as if an iron rod had broken the bones of his hand. The two people were violently opened by this inexplicable force, without any chance to react. The pain quickly spread to every part of the body, and a strong numbness enveloped the whole body. Tang Qinglan struggled to raise his hand and found that the slightly burnt palm exuded a faint burning smell. If you meet someone with thin skin and tender flesh, half of your arm can be disabled.
Along with this thunderbolt from the clear sky came a huge, black-haired monster. It was very fluffy and expanded greatly. There was static electricity flowing between each hair, and there was a slight crackling sound. Fierce eyes, strange beak, protruding fangs, exaggerated wings... Even a layman can easily tell what this behemoth standing next to Tang He is.
"Thunder Dog..."
The thorn chain fell loosely to the ground, and he had only scratched his clothes. The Tengu slowly walked towards Tang Qinglan and sniffed him back and forth. They will never ask for mercy, not only because it is useless, but also because of their dignity. What's more, for them, things are far from reaching that point.
The tengu suddenly showed an expression of disgust and took a few steps back. Tang Qinglan stood up reluctantly, smiled, and revealed her wrist guards that reflected light.
"We have indeed not forgotten that you are an Onmyoji and have a contract with the Tengu clan..."
Tang He was a little confused at first, but quickly came to his senses. On their hands they wore fish scales, the scales of mackerel. According to folklore, tengu are afraid of mackerel. Although it's not accurate, they really don't like this kind of thing.
"It's just a little trick to survive." He sneered.
"To live is to win." Qinglan didn't care, "So, senior, will you continue to fight with us?"
"Do you think I can't beat you? I'm just going to slap you in the face to save some face. It's easy to deal with you, but I don't want to waste time on unpaid things."
"That's true..." Qinglan sighed, "But don't you really think that we don't know anything about Yin and Yang...?"
Tang Huailan also stood up. She held the barrier knife tightly with both hands. Fine water drops came from nowhere, like a crystal clear pearl chain, slowly wrapping around the blade.
"You use water to fight thunder...?"
"Want to try?"
"I don't have time." He said with a sullen face, "Where is that woman from the Xue Yan Sect?"
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