In the city on a white night, in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he looked at Gu Song, who had a sword drawn in his hand. He stepped forward with the sword in his hand, and with an understatement of three consecutive slashes, Gu Song was easily forced back a foot. Then he said calmly: "Although you and I are both two. Peak level 18, but I have cultivated for thousands of kalpas, how can you beat me?"
Saying this, the blond killer lowered his right hand and responded with a turning gesture in the dark place that was also covered.
With one finger raised and folded, the first gesture is: "Me."
The second finger points back to Dim Sum: "My heart."
The third gesture is to make a fist and lightly hammer. "Decide."
These three gestures are so fast, but only they know the special sign language, but once used, it is almost smoother than speaking.
These few words taken together mean that the mind has been made up.
"I've made up my mind."
Gu Song laughed loudly, and the sound shook the snow from the treetops in the distance: "Prince Mo Jiao, Gu Song has been here for more than twenty years. Even though his combat power is not as good as the prince's, his experience is far above him."
Saying this, his gestures continued: "Thinking."
"please."
"king."
"responsibility."
Please consider the king’s responsibility.
Such single-word gestures were quickly spliced into language, clean and concealed. Even in the fierce battle, their communication was still orderly.
"There are two kinds of things in this world." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he smiled and looked at the old friend opposite. “One is something to do, and one is something you want to do.”
"It's hard to find something I want to do today, so naturally I can put it aside." Saying this, the proud prince stepped forward with his sword in hand and laughed loudly: "Please fight and win."
This time, he didn't use any code words.
The two of them instantly fought together. Their martial arts realms were between equals. Now they were fighting in close quarters. Most of their martial arts were abandoned. They just relied on the warrior's instinct of slashing, slashing, stabbing and dodging, just like a revolving door. The battle is a mass of light and shadow, and no one can interfere.
Wei saw the purple gold fighting spirit leaking out from time to time, like sharp steel knives, leaving countless bottomless cuts on the bluestone road that was becoming stronger than steel.
On the other side, the woman in red was floating in the air with her hands in hand seals and chanting a mantra loudly, while Qian Mo over there was waiting for her to complete the magic indifferently, seemingly not caring about her threat at all.
"The spirit of fire, in the name of Red Kite, orders you to gather here. Please follow the orders of the arcane flame envoys of the past and burn out all enemies that stand in your way."
As the incantation was chanted, several red fire dragons as thick as each other circled and stood in the void, protruding their ferocious flaming heads, hovering next to the woman, and looking at the red-haired man below.
Then the red kite pointed a little, and they roared towards the black-turbaned Qianmo below.
It was a dragon of fire capable of burning everything in the world.
Qianmo moved leisurely, with a thin red flame burning in his right hand. Those fire dragons that dared to rush in front of him, he would use that hand to grab and tear them one by one, as if those fire dragons were not The ultimate magical summoning object with great power, but just a boring toy for children.
Then he spoke gently to the sky: "If you want to deal with me, you must at least use the Flame Sword. Although the red flames of the Nihuang tribe do not have the property of devouring flames, I will not be affected by any other flames before they burn out. s damage."
Hearing this, the woman in red shook her head and sneered, formed the seal again, and began to chant a new mantra.
Only this time, just as she was chanting the numbers, she suddenly moaned and fainted.
Qian Mo quietly retracted the knife behind her. In an instant, he used the magic of space to come to the woman's back. With a clean knife, he knocked back the remaining spell of the woman into her stomach, and then quickly pierced her eyebrows. The slender golden needle, which was as thick as a hair, relaxed and smiled: "Don't just believe what a man says, even if the man is still very young."
After saying that, he waved his hand and threw the woman into the darkness. Sure enough, someone caught her in the darkness, and there was no sound of the heavy object falling to the ground.
A silver-haired man quietly emerged from the darkness and said, "What exactly did you do to her?"
"It just sealed her spirit. It doesn't harm her body." Qian Mo explained quietly: "After all, she is an opponent of a magician, and she is still a very dangerous enemy. As long as she doesn't concentrate on chanting the spell after waking up, then this A gold needle will dissolve on its own after six hours. It is made by a master and is trustworthy."
Hearing Qian Mo's explanation, the silver-haired man felt relieved. He clasped his hands and saluted: "Although the camps are hostile, I still thank you for your mercy. Dark Star has surrounded you two. If it weren't for your special status, they would have killed you long ago. , the reason for this is to let you two retreat in the face of difficulties, so as not to damage the harmony between the two families."
"You captured the Ninth Princess Lan Ye, are you not afraid of hurting the harmony with Lan Ye?" Qian Mo looked at the other party and chuckled: "Sacrificing 150,000 souls just to test a magic, we are so cruel and ruthless It’s hard for me to be with you. If you have any clever ideas, please don’t hesitate to teach me.”
The silver-haired man smiled bitterly: "In that case, Xingyi pleads guilty."
At the same time, in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, the golden sword that was condensed with fighting spirit could no longer withstand the successive blows from the opponent's weapons and actually shattered.
Spring in the fourth year of Qingli was startled, and he retreated. Gusong was naturally overjoyed, reversed the blade of his sword, and cut it into a slap. He just wanted to blow Spring away in the fourth year of Qingli. Although it would not hurt his muscles and bones, fighting at their level was , losing one move means losing.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the footsteps of spring in the fourth year of Qingli changed like butterflies flying, and instead of retreating, they pushed forward and bumped into the arms of ancient pine trees. His hands struck out seven times as fast as lightning, hitting his shoulders, lower abdomen, and left and right chests respectively. At the moment when his body softened, he raised his arms to cut into his sword-holding hands.
There was only a crisp crack, hitting his joints, and his arms were broken completely. Gusong could no longer hold the heavy sword, and let it be thrown out of his hands to destroy a house.
Then in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he pulled away and sighed: "If you don't kill me, I really can't do anything to you if you don't come up with this plan. For those who practice thousands of calamities, the most dexterous weapons are always their hands. I hope you remember it."
"Go quickly."
"time."
"not much."
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he smiled and folded his hands in salute, and the gestures were made one by one as fast as lightning.
"You hurry up, time is running out."
Gu Song's arms were crippled and he was severely injured. However, despite enduring the pain of broken arms, the man still did not cry out in pain. He said with a pale face: "I hope the prince will take care of him."
Then he backed away slowly, turned around and disappeared down the street.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he looked around and laughed loudly: "Is there no evil in Dark Star?"
Countless figures appeared in the crystal-white city, and they stared coldly at the blond man on the independent street in their own darkness.
"It's just a joke, why take it seriously?" In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he looked at the ubiquitous shadow with interest and smiled.
