When Kong Wen and Liu Bing saw that the man stopped talking, they immediately retreated. Before leaving, they did not forget to take the two people who were punched and kicked by Luo Chen with them. The four of them did not go far, but just separated for a while. Distance, wait and see this way.
Zhao Yizhi was extremely careful. Those people were so afraid of this person, which meant that there was something terrifying about him. I just don’t know what kind of skills he has, so be careful.
Everything was silent.
For a moment, the world seemed to have become quiet, so quiet that there was no sound at all around. Even the sound of Guan Chenzi and the others fighting in the distance could no longer be heard. Not only was the sound of fighting in the distance, Zhao Yizhi could not even hear his own heartbeat. It felt as if his heartbeat had stopped...
"Is this the method!" Zhao Yizhi looked inside. Fortunately, his body was normal and his heart was still beating, but he didn't feel it.
"Erase the senses? Or the hearing?" Zhao Yizhi guessed one by one.
After Liao Chen broke free from his restraints and kicked an assassin away, he made no move. At this time, he moved, turned around and walked towards Zhao Yizhi, stretched out a hand, spread it out, and opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he said.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Yizhi looked at Chen's open palm, somewhat unclear about its meaning. Liao Chen took two quick steps, and the foot he raised on the third step hovered for a long time. Finally, he stepped back and sat on the ground in meditation, without moving again. Even the golden light on his body dimmed, his figure shrank sharply, and he turned into that frail little monk again.
Zhao Yizhi's heart was beating wildly. This was not a good sign. What happened? Why don't I feel anything at all...
Just as Zhao Yizhi was preparing to extend his spiritual consciousness, suddenly, a voice came into his mind: "You are a good emperor, what a pity..."
"?" Zhao Yizhi was very confused, whose voice is this? Looking around, there was no one there. In this case, there was only the person opposite who was staring at him without saying a word.
"Who are you? The remnants of Chu Xiang?" Zhao Yizhi asked without making a sound, and he didn't know if the person opposite could hear him.
"Although the king of a country should be more dignified... I am practicing Yunyin. I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can only tell you so much." The voice continued to sound.
When Zhao Yizhi heard this voice for the second time, he felt a little dizzy, as if it was the first time he practiced the "God Control" technique and he felt overworked. But I have been practicing for so long, and my spiritual consciousness is as full as the sea. This feeling has not appeared for a long time.
"I wonder how many of my words your Majesty can last?"
Zhao Yizhi's dizziness continued to worsen. Now he completely understood. Is this the opponent's technique? You can block the sound and then transmit your own voice into the other person's mind, causing the other person to feel dizzy. No wonder Zhaixing and Nafeng were captured alive by the opponent without any movement.
Zhao Yizhi activated his spiritual consciousness and turned back to guard his head. This time, his five senses were completely lost. Only his spiritual consciousness could sense the movements around him and then transmit them to his brain. Only then could Zhao Yizhi be aware of all the movements around him. However, correspondingly, the dizziness gradually decreased until it disappeared.
The "God Control" practiced by Zhao Yizhi is to enhance spiritual power. Now Zhao Yizhi has reached the third chapter of practice. He has abundant spiritual consciousness and can see half of the country. He has even reached the state of controlling objects. His power is so strong that ordinary people can hardly imagine it.
"If you say a few more words, I can still hold on." Zhao Yizhi simply closed his eyes and asked back with his spiritual consciousness, but he didn't know if the other party could hear him.
Lian Yunyin looked in disbelief: "It's been three sentences and you can still hold on?"
Zhao Yizhi didn't feel dizzy at all this time, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that his spiritual consciousness was really effective against this!
"Since we don't want to take action anymore, let's have a good chat. I ask you, who are you? Are you the remnants of Chu Xiang?" Zhao Yizhi continued to ask.
Lian Yunyin lost his calm demeanor. He had already "said" four sentences. Why didn't Zhao Yizhi react at all? Instead, he felt at ease and asked himself?
Kong Wen and others also noticed something was wrong from a distance. Even King Kong turned back into a little monk. Is there nothing wrong with this little emperor? Still standing?
"It seems that the little emperor has been restrained. What should I say? Do you want to go up?" asked the man next to him holding a pair of daggers.
Kong Wen held the brush in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Let's go up together and capture them all at once!" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone separated and rushed over together. In the blink of an eye, they were all forced to Zhao Yizhi's side. , swords and fists raised together.
Zhao Yizhi still closed his eyes, as if he was unaware of everything around him, and the Qilong Sword quietly rose behind him.
"No!" Kong Wen quickly stopped, threw an inkstone from his arms, and threw it in front of Liu Bing. The inkstone quickly grew in size, and soon became as big as a door panel, protecting Liu Bing's body tightly.
"Clang clang clang!"
The four people reacted very quickly and raised their weapons to block, and the sound of clanging gold and iron could be heard endlessly. The four of them blocked the Qilong Sword once and for all, but the flying sword seemed to have no intention of stopping.
The sword reflected the moonlight, and the sword light flickered. No one except Zhao Yizhi himself knew how many times the Qilong Sword had rotated back and forth and slashed. However, everyone had sword wounds on their bodies. Among them, Liu Bing's sword wounds were the lightest, while Kong Wen's injuries were the most severe and severe. Bones could be seen in all the sword wounds, which shows that Zhao Yizhi paid special attention to him.
Kong Wen flashed to Liu Bing's side, and only the wolf hair was left on the ground. It was the brush in his hand that blocked the slash of Qilong Sword. When he came to Liu Bing's side, he kept moving and kicked the inkstone with a sweeping kick. The inkstone hit Liu Bing, the force was not too heavy, and Liu Bing flew out with it.
"puff!"
Qilong Sword chased after him and pierced Kong Wen's chest with his sword. The sword tip came out from his chest. Liu Bing stepped out from behind the inkstone, saw Kong Wen's appearance, threw out two pieces of white paper, bound Kong Wen's hands and feet, and dragged him away. Without stopping, he disappeared among the houses.
The other two people, one holding two daggers and the other holding a narrow knife, blocked several slashes from the Qilong Sword. There were only a few shallow cuts on their bodies, nothing serious.
Zhao Yizhi suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Broken!" Lian Yunyin flew away in response, spitting out blood. It seemed that the battle of thoughts had already decided the winner.
"I ask again, who sent you here?" Zhao Yizhi also had an idea of the remaining three people. Although Lian Yunyin's technique is mysterious and wonderful, it happens to be controlled by his own consciousness, so there is no need to worry.
As for the other two, if he fought with them with real swords and guns, he would definitely be completely defeated. It's no problem to control the Kailong Sword with his spiritual consciousness for a moment, and Liao Chen is right next to him. Seeing his calm expression, as long as he rests for a moment, he will be safe.
Zhao Yizhi looked at Chen and suddenly realized that just now Chen stretched out his palm and spread it out, which meant "five feet"! With him by your side, you will indeed be much safer. Looking at the distance, the two of them are now nearly two or three feet apart.
Zhao Yizhi ignored the three people opposite him. The Qilong Sword was hovering around him, like a spiritual weapon to protect the master. The flickering sword light was an invisible deterrent.
"I originally thought that you were the remnants of Chu Xiang, the Qilin Bow who escaped during the Battle of Wancheng. Later I found out that your martial arts skills are far superior to the Qilin Bow. According to the realm of your world, at least you are in the early stage of breath control, and the Qilin Bow Among the bows, only Tao Fuyi and the three of them have reached the early stage of breathing. So they should not be from Qilin Gong."
"I know a little about the affairs of the Jianghu, not much. I heard that recently there was a mysterious woman who was running rampant in the Jianghu, defeating the masters of various sects. She did not register her surname, and even the sect was unknown. She is very mysterious. You guys are very mysterious. You should know that woman better than I do."
"Isn't that woman from the Central Plains?" Zhao Yizhi analyzed one by one, and finally asked about the woman's origin, and he just happened to walk within five feet of Chen, and a stone hanging in his heart slowly let go. Come down.
Lian Yunyin stood up from the ground, with the blood on his mouth still not clean: "It's rare for Daqi to have such a wise majesty as you. Now that we have guessed, we have nothing to hide. Yes, we are exactly..."
"Don't drag us down if you want! Have you forgotten what that person said!"
"If you make that person unhappy, how many lives do you have to pay for it?"
The two people hurriedly stopped Lian Yunyin from talking. They seemed to be very afraid of "the one" they were talking about. But the more they behave like this, the more certain Zhao Yizhi becomes that he has guessed everything right.
"Oh, what do you have to hide? It's just a girl from Beiyi who scares you like this. Forget it, I won't ask her, I'll ask you. Who is your sect? Why did you turn to Beiyi?"
In the distance, a large number of people and horses arrived. Just by using Qinggong, there were seven or eight people flying in the air. There were also bursts of eagle cries in the air. At this time, Zhao Yizhi heard it like the sound of nature. .
Chen came from Wei.
"We have no grudges against you, Your Majesty. We are just walking in the rivers and lakes to deal with this matter. We have no control over our fate. Say goodbye." Lian Yunyin also noticed it and did not dare to stay for a long time. He turned around and left without saying a word. The other two people all followed up. If they couldn't defeat Zhao Yizhi, could they still be unable to outrun him if they ran? If Zhao Yizhi had the lightness and foot strength of those who have been traveling around the world for many years, he would have no choice but to capture him without any help.
Zhao Yizhi "looked at the shadow and sighed", he really didn't know how to do light kung fu, and he couldn't even wield a sword or a gun. If he hadn't found the "Royal God" in the Tongwen Pavilion of the palace, he would probably have to explain it here today. Maybe Will be sooner…
"Your Majesty, I'm waiting for help to arrive!" Zangyun was the first to arrive, kneeling on one knee without lowering his eyes as he looked around to observe what was going on around him.
"No need, hurry up and save the two Taoist priests and Li Jiang!" Seeing the reinforcements arriving, Zhao Yizhi also had another thing in mind. He only saw nine people, which meant that he was watching. Chenzi, the three of them, and the 500 imperial guards were dealing with the other four people, and there was no time to waste.
Zangyun took the order and left, leaving a little smoke and dust on the spot, and there was no trace of the person.
The rest of the Chen Congwei were slower than Zangyun, and were also ordered by Zhao Yizhi to support Guan Chenzi and the others. Only Lan Yue and Tui Lin stayed by Zhao Yizhi's side.
Zhao Yizhi dusted off the dust on his body and walked to Chen's side: "Little master, do you feel better now?"
"Snoring, snoring~" Little monk Liuchen was already snoring gently, and a snot bubbled up on the tip of his nose, getting bigger and smaller...
