"found it!"
The loud voice immediately sounded in the sky, and the echoes echoed for a long time.
Tuoba Killing God and the others instinctively followed the sound, only to see two burly men wearing bright black armor and slender black maces at their waists looking down at them, with solemn expressions, bright eyes, and fierce momentum. Horrible.
"Okay, okay, great!"
A big man in black armor took out a long scroll, unfolded it, looked down at the five people below, and immediately beamed, overjoyed, "I didn't expect to find four in one go. It's time for us brothers to be promoted and get rich." ah!"
"Are you sure it's them?"
The big man in black armor on the side seemed to be more cautious. He snatched the scroll and checked it carefully, "Is it possible that I got the wrong person?"
"Can't be wrong."
The man from before shook his head repeatedly and said in a very firm tone, "It's just one image, how can there be four of them? It must be those outsiders!"
"It makes sense."
The cautious black-armored man couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words, with a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He rolled up the scroll and inserted it into his waist. He lowered his head and looked directly at Tuoba Godkiller and others, and laughed loudly and said, "Since So, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take it back to receive the reward!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his right shoulder, and a strange black rope shot out from his wrist. It instantly hit the position where Tuoba Killed the God was, and wrapped around him circle after circle. The speed was unbelievable. It actually left the sword pavilion disciple with no time to react.
When he came back to his senses, he had been tied up like a rice dumpling, his dantian was empty for an instant, and he could no longer feel the existence of any soul power.
Obviously, this weird rope has the effect of suppressing soul power.
not good!
Seeing their senior brother being tied up, Yuwen Splitian, Han Baodiao and others were shocked and rushed to rescue him with their swords raised.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
However, three more ropes shot out from the wrists of the two black-armored men, as fast as light and as fast as lightning. They followed the same method and tied up the other three Jiange disciples tightly, causing them to lie down on the ground in an instant. , unable to move.
In front of the rope shot by the big man in black armor, the four disciples of Jiange were actually helpless!
"So weak?"
It seemed that he did not expect the four of them to be so vulnerable. Even the big man in black armor showed surprise on his face, "I thought someone could be a powerful person who could sneak in. I am really disappointed."
"Isn't it nice to get merit without any effort."
Another big man laughed and said, "If you don't want it, then I will accept it."
"What a beautiful thought!"
The big man in black armor from before laughed and cursed, "As the saying goes, if you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. How can you not refuse the benefits that fall on your head?"
Just when the two thought they had succeeded, the sword in the hand of the man in gray suddenly flashed with cold light, and the ropes binding the four people suddenly broke.
The two big men in black armor were caught off guard and took several steps back under the influence of inertia. They almost lost their balance and fell to the ground.
"The lackey of Sushang Palace."
The figure of the man in gray slowly rose into the air, his long sword pointed downwards, his voice as cold as ice, "Who gave you the courage to run wild on Lu's territory?"
"Who are you, and you dare to interfere in our Sushang Palace's business?"
The big man in black armor on the left saw someone causing trouble and couldn't help but became furious and yelled, "Do you want to make an enemy of the Lord of Time?"
"Hello!"
The big man on the right looked shocked. He suddenly reached out and grabbed his companion, and whispered in his ear, "He said his surname is Lu, and this is outside the Kunwu Sword Palace. Could it be..."
"You are Passepartout!"
The big man on the left suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed in surprise to the man in gray.
"You know my name."
The man in gray who was called "Passepartout" sneered and said, "Why don't you hurry up and get as far away as you can? Are you tired of living?"
"We have admired Mr. Lu's reputation for a long time."
The arrogance of the black-armored man suddenly weakened, "However, these four people are jointly wanted by twelve masters and are important criminals in the Chaos Realm. Sir, please give them to us and take them back, and let the masters deal with them."
"How could these four ant-like weaklings alarm the twelve masters?"
Passepartout was stunned when he heard this, "What on earth did they do?"
"I heard that these people sneaked in from the outside world."
The big man in black armor explained in a low voice, "It violates the rules of the Chaos Realm."
"Just come in?"
Passepartout became more and more puzzled and asked, "Is this enough for you to go to war? It seems that these masters are living too leisurely."
"you……"
"How can we guess the thoughts of Lord Master?"
Hearing that he insulted his master, the big man on the left couldn't help but feel angry. Just when he was about to curse, the big man on the right stopped him first, turned around and said with a smile, "But since it was announced by twelve masters at the same time, With the arrest warrant, these people can be regarded as public enemies of the Chaos Realm, Mr. Lu doesn’t think he will protect them, right?”
"Public enemy of Chaos?"
Passepartout rolled his eyelids and asked calmly, "Among the twelve masters you mentioned, is my old man among them?"
"this……"
The black-armored man's expression was stagnant, and he hesitated, "The master of swords and swords seems not to be among these."
"Without the old man's joint wanted order, how can he be called a public enemy of the Chaos Realm?"
Passepartout's eyes swept over the four Tuoba God-killers, and he could see shock, unwillingness, and frustration on the faces of the disciples of Jiange, but there was no trace of fear or panic. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing an indescribable trace. With a smile on his face, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "I still have use for these four people. Get out of here. If you dare to say anything more, you won't have to leave again."
"Passepartout, you are going to be the enemy of the entire Chaos Realm..."
The big man in black armor on the left was so angry that his face was red. He could no longer control his temper and shouted angrily.
However, before he could finish his sentence, the long sword in Passepartout's hand suddenly flashed with cold light, as if it had done something, and yet it seemed that it had done nothing.
The voice of the big man in black armor stopped abruptly. His eyes were as wide as copper bells. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. A thin slit appeared between his eyebrows, and blood gurgled out of it.
"boom!"
Immediately afterwards, he could no longer hold himself up, and his body fell straight down like a frightened bird. When it collided with the ground, it made a crisp sound, and there was no breath between his mouth and nose.
"Passepartout, how dare you kill my people from Sushang Palace!"
Another big man in black armor was shocked when he saw this. Although he was cursing angrily, his trembling voice betrayed the panic in his heart, "Aren't you afraid that the Master of Time will punish you?"
"Noisy!"
Passepartout's face was expressionless, and the sword in his hand flashed coldly again.
My life is at an end!
The heart of the big man in black armor was beating wildly. Even though his concentration was at its peak, there was still only a hazy light and shadow flashing through his sight. Before he could see it clearly, he was enveloped by the terrifying sword energy, and the hair on his body stood on end. Even the blood seemed to have stopped flowing.
He clearly knew that the other party would draw a sword, but he still couldn't block it or dodge it. He had no other choice but to wait for death.
"Every day feels like a year!"
Just when he thought he was going to die, a clear man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and then, a finger came out of nowhere and tapped Passepartout's sword energy.
The sword energy, which was as fast as light, stood still in the air, neither moving forward nor retreating, as if time had stood still.
"Shhhh~"
Passepartout raised the corners of his mouth slightly, whistled, and looked behind the big man in black armor with a half-smile.
Standing there was a slender man in black robes with long flowing hair and extraordinary handsomeness. In his black pupils, there was a white symbol similar to a trident, which gave him an outstanding appearance. It adds a bit of mystery.
"Lord Chiaki!"
Recognizing this person's identity, the black-armored man became energetic. He quickly raised his fists and saluted him, saying, "The four below are the wanted persons named by the master. The two subordinates were about to take them away, but unexpectedly Passepartout interfered and not only protected the criminal, but also brutally killed Luo Zheng, please make the decision for us!"
"Passepartout!"
The man in black robe Qianqiu looked at Passepartout from a distance, with a cold expression and a harsh tone, "You have gone too far."
"What, you're not satisfied?"
Passepartout chuckled, not afraid at all, "If you don't like it, bite me."
"Since the Master of Swords has no way to teach the disciples, let me discipline them on your behalf!"
Qianqiu's face became more and more gloomy, and suddenly he stretched out his right arm and pointed his index finger, "Every day is like a year!"
A mysterious and unpredictable finger force spurted out from his fingertips, as fast as light and as fast as lightning. It arrived in a moment, spread wildly, and instantly completely enveloped the area where Passepartout was.
The moment he was touched by this breath, Passepartout froze and became completely motionless, as if he had been hit by Sun Wukong's immobilization technique.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Seeing that he was restrained, Qianqiu's figure flashed and appeared in front of Passepartout, raising his hand to grab him, "Please follow me back to Sushang Palace for a while, and you will meet me then." Inform the Lord of the Sword to redeem the person."
Seeing that his palm was about to touch the opponent's neck, Passepartout, who should have been unable to move, suddenly grinned.
How can it be!
You've been hit like a year, but you can still move?
Qianqiu's face turned pale, her heart was in turmoil, and a strong sense of uneasiness instantly flowed through her body.
Before he could react, a cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes. Then, the right arm that was grabbing Passepartout was inexplicably broken into two pieces. A heartbreaking pain surged in, stimulating every nerve. One cell.
It all happened so fast that the wound was still flat and dry, and the blood didn't even have time to rush out of the blood vessel.
"You were the one who made the first move."
Passepartout's tiger body shook, and he laughed wildly. He raised his right arm, and the dazzling sword light pierced the void, and the infinite sword intent spread across the world. "Even if you die here, it is your own fault. The old man must not blame me!"
Feeling the terrifying power of this sword, Qianqiu's face turned pale with shock. He dared not fight hard. He decisively grabbed the black-armored man with his remaining left hand. Their figures flashed and disappeared from sight in an instant. In the middle, he actually used the first of the thirty-six strategies without hesitation.
"Tch, spineless thing!"
Looking at the empty sky in front of him, Passepartout did not pursue, but shook his head in disappointment, then turned around and grabbed the broken parts of the four ropes, dragging the four people forward step by step, gradually disappearing into the hazy surroundings. In the mist...
