There were white clouds in the sky, and under the sunlight, the people standing on the clouds looked extremely bright.
The silversmith held the battle ax behind his back with one hand, and the ANBU woman dressed in black with the other hand. He stepped on the void and stared coldly at the figure in black opposite him, as if he wanted to see through the darkness under his cloak. Clear his face.
The figure in black lowered his head and looked at Li City at his feet. From this angle, the huge Li City looked like a square farmland full of wheat seedlings, with people, carriages and horses walking among them. Smaller than an ant.
Just when the figure in black lowered his head to look, four more rays of light flew out from the city, heading straight towards the strange clouds here.
The fastest among them was a ray of green jade-like light. One of them was dressed in brocade and had a jade belt. He was shaking his folding fan and staring at the face of the figure in black. He was full of curiosity. It was Nan Feng.
He was seen flying into the clouds, but he did not get close to the silversmith and the others. Instead, he stopped at a slightly lower position in the north, and was faintly connected to the silversmith in the south, trapping the figure in black.
Coming behind him was a man in a blue Taoist robe, with a long sword on his back, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, no moustache, a slightly pale complexion, and black and white skin. It was Chang Yufeng who was still injured. He flew to In mid-air, seeing the positions of Silversmith and Nanfeng, one in the south and one in the north, he consciously flew to the west, making the distance farther away.
Flying next was Du Boan, a Taoist priest from Tingfeng Pavilion who had hung a few more gourds and a small cauldron around his waist. He flew into the sky and at first sight saw the girl in red, Lu Sifan, who was being held around the neck by a figure in black. With his eyes widened, he was about to fly in that direction, but he was stopped by a voice from behind, "Master Bo'an, go and guard the east, don't let this person escape easily!"
Du Boan stopped in mid-air, looked back, and saw Luo Chuan standing behind Qian Xue. The two of them were riding a flying sword and came quickly, and said hurriedly, "Miss Lu is in the hands of the thief!!"
"I already know," Luo Chuan said with a cold expression, and then let Qianxue Yujian pass Du Boan by, and finally flew to stand behind the silversmith.
Du Boan glanced at Luo Chuan's back, and then at Lu Sifan, who was held in the hands of the figure in black with an anxious look on his face. He snorted and flew towards the east, but he was closer than Silversmith and Nanfeng. Some.
Luo Chuan stood on the Qianxue sword light and stepped forward. He missed the generous figure of the silversmith and saw the two people opposite him being held in the hands of a black figure.
Lu Sifan, who was dressed in a red dress, had no fear on her face, but was full of anxiety. Her mouth was open and she couldn't make a sound. Her hands were drooping. Without any effort, her whole body was as supple as a rope.
Luo Yun, who was also tied around the neck on the other side, was neither sad nor happy, and seemed to be indifferent. However, ever since Luo Chuan appeared, he had been staring at him expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Senior Silversmith, do you know the origin of this man's skills?" Seeing that the figure in black made no further movements, Luo Chuan passed the question to the Silversmith's ears.
There was no movement on the silversmith's face, and his voice reached Luo Chuan's ears, "This man has strange methods and a dark aura. If my prediction is correct, he should have something to do with the legendary demon sect. His left arm seems to have something Injured, or deliberately disguised, in short, unable to move. I tried to sneak attack on him before, taking the opportunity to snatch Miss Lu and Mr. Luo back, or at least snatch one back, but he was very alert and directly used Miss Lu as a shield, forcing me to He only snatched back such an ANBU person. Judging from his attitude towards Miss Lu and Mr. Luo, I am afraid that he is probably here for Mr. Luo. And...he should deal with it. I am very familiar with Li City, whether it is the escape route or the fact that my identity is revealed at once, this can be proved."
"Well," Luo Chuan just lowered his head and glanced at the woman in black who was held in the hands of the silversmith, and then looked to the opposite side. There was no change in the expression on his face, but his heart sank hard. He only felt the black on his left wrist. The lacquered poisonous snake marks all twisted and squirmed, making him feel a little uneasy. "If I expected it right, this person was a close relative of Luo Yun's mother back then. When I entered the palace, I came from Li." The one who escaped from the city, Meng Qishui!"
The silversmith's hand on the battle ax tightened slightly, "It's him!!"
"Well," Luo Chuan said slightly to Lu Sifan in front of the figure in black.
He smiled, nodded to signal her not to panic, and then continued to transmit the message to the silversmith, "I'm afraid today's matter may be a bit troublesome. The demon sect's skills are very strange and troublesome. The inner demon curse on my wrist was left by him, but since he is Meng Qishui will not be unfavorable to Luo Yun. We only need to think about how to save Sifan's sister, and then think of ways to keep him in Licheng forever. That's it. Senior, pass this message to other people for me. You know."
The silversmith stared at the figure in black with a solemn expression and silently transmitted the message. After a moment, Nanfeng seemed to understand something and glanced in the direction of Luochuan.
Chang Yufeng nodded slightly, and Qianxue looked at the figure in black with a focused look.
Only Du Boan, with only Lu Sifan in his eyes, heard this and without thinking, he patted the red gourd on his waist and summoned a flying sword as small as a needle. The sword skills in his hand gathered and dispersed, and those tiny The flying swords seemed to disappear into the void, flying away and disappearing.
Surrounded by everyone, there was no way to hide. The unavoidable figure in black turned his head towards Du Boan, and a corner of his face under the cloak was exposed under the light. He laughed and said, "Are you done? "
Before Luo Chuan and the silversmith could answer, Du Boan had already taken the initiative to scold him, speaking harshly, "You hidden rat, put these two nobles down. The Taoist will reward you with a quick death, otherwise you will be drained of your soul, refine soul oil and light a lamp. It’s not just you who can use it!”
Chang Yufeng frowned slightly, but did not speak.
Nanfeng looked at Du Boan with a little surprise, and scratched his chin with a fan to relax.
The figure in black didn't even look at Du Boan. Instead, he looked at the vast sky around him and said leisurely, "There are so many masters of the upper three realms hidden in this small city, but...it seems that there are few. One, right? Where is she hiding?"
Luo Chuan took advantage of the gap where the figure in black turned his head and looked around, and vaguely saw his face in the darkness under his cloak. Although he could only see part of it, the twists and knots that seemed to be burned by flames were still ferocious. This shocked him. He suppressed the messy thoughts in his heart and said coldly, "Meng Qishui, this time, since you dare to come to my city to cause trouble, you won't be able to leave."
"Oh?" Meng Qishui was not surprised at all when his identity was revealed. He just raised his head, and the hood on his head was blown off by the hurricane high in the sky, revealing a ferocious face that could no longer be called With a smile on his face, he smiled in the direction of Luo Chuan. He smiled softly, as if a monster opened its mouth. He gently hooked his fingers, and the dark silk thread wrapped around Lu Sifan's neck was lifted up. The mention made Lu Sifan's face turn red, "Well... I can't leave?!"
