In the sky, under the gaze of everyone, a golden sword light flew up from Li City and went straight into the sky. The person who came had a serious look and was wearing a green shirt. It was Zhao Wuji, the Lieutenant of Li County.
Zhao Wuji didn't look at the silversmith and the others, or even looked at Luo Yun and Lu Sifan who were held hostage by Meng Qishui. He just stepped on the golden flying sword and came to Qianxue's flying sword with a box in his hands, and handed the box to Luo Sichuan, "I have prepared the seal of the prefect and the written and ink letter in accordance with the order of the prefect, and they are all in the box."
Luo Chuan jumped onto the flying sword where Zhao Wuji was, opened the box, and saw that in addition to the seal of the prefect and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there was also a card placed at the top with several big words written on it, "Do you need an army formation?" ”.
Luo Chuan calmly pushed the card away, took out a pen and paper, and started writing on the box held by Zhao Wuji in both hands. After writing the meaning clearly word by word, he took out the prefect's seal, stamped the edict, and then He raised the decree that had already taken effect and showed it in the direction of Meng Qishui, "Maybe you can see it clearly?"
Meng Qishui's deformed eyes stared, and the dark color flickered in them. He had clearly read the content of the letter, nodded and said, "Okay."
Luo Chuan handed the letter to Zhao Wuji and said calmly, "Let's do it like this and send a message to all the city chiefs and generals in Gan Yuan, Ue Yuan and Sancang, as well as all the ANBU."
Zhao Wuji didn't hesitate at all, took the letter and said solemnly, "I obey the order of the prefect," he said. After Luochuan returned to the Qianxue sword light, he held the box and the letter and flew down towards the city.
When Zhao Wuji left, the sky seemed to have solidified.
No one spoke, only the strong wind blew, causing the thin clouds all around to roll past.
It didn't take long. The woman in black, who had never spoken since being taken back by the silversmith and then thrown onto Qianxue's flying sword, was suddenly shocked. She took out a mirror-like sword from somewhere in her arms. After reading all the writing on the object clearly, she took it back into her arms. She still knelt on one knee facing Qianxue, lowered her head, then looked back at Luo Yun and nodded.
Luo Yun looked at the woman in black, then at Luo Chuan, gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Meng Qishui nodded lightly and looked at Luo Chuan, "Although I have always looked down on Luo Tianen, he has indeed fulfilled his promise. I hope that you, the successor, will not destroy what he has painstakingly accumulated." reputation."
"You don't have to use these words in front of me," Luo Chuan snorted and looked at Meng Qishui, "You should think more about how to escape your own life."
"You don't need to say this..." Meng Qishui laughed, and with a flick of his fingers, he had already retracted the dark thread around Lu Sifan's neck. Just when everyone was relaxed. , he pushed forward with his right hand, and Luo Yun standing in front of him was like a cannonball, flying towards the silversmith!
The silversmith was startled, and then he let go of the battle ax with one hand and reached out to catch it.
Meng Qishui kept moving. He grabbed Lu Sifan's arm, twisted and threw it in the direction of Nanfeng behind him. Lu Sifan screamed and flew in the direction of Nanfeng.
Chang Yufeng and Du Boan slashed with their swords almost at the same time, and a huge blue
Green sword light, and tiny fiery sword auras, intertwined and passed by, cutting Meng Qishui's remaining body into a handful of dark-colored fireworks!
At the same time, Meng Qishui's entire body appeared strangely above Nanfeng's head. He twisted his body like a spring about to bend, and his right claw was like a hook. He was trying his best to fly towards Lu Sifan, who was flying towards Nanfeng. Catch it! !
Nanfeng, who was still a bystander, sighed softly and raised the folding fan in his hand upwards!
"Bang...!!"
The huge explosion and strong wind pressure blew away the surrounding clouds and mist in an instant. The emerald green light dispersed the dark light and restored the blue color of the sky.
But in the original sky, there was no trace of Meng Qishui anywhere!
Nanfeng opened the folding fan in his hand with a "clatter" and fanned it behind him. At the same time, his body flew forward with the power of the fan, grabbed Lu Sifan in his hand, and held it in his hand.
After pausing in the air to release the terrifying dark energy hidden in her body, she kicked off her feet again and flew towards the direction of Luo Chuan and Qian Xue.
At this time, Chang Yufeng and Du Boan had disappeared, but the silversmith handed Luo Yun in Qianxue's hand. He glanced at the south wind and then looked somewhere in the north. He snorted coldly, held an ax in both hands, and lowered his hand. In an instant, the whole person turned into a dark golden light and disappeared into the distant sky.
Nanfeng stepped on Qianxue's flying sword and handed Lu Sifan to Luo Chuan who was walking forward. He shrugged and said, "I came to save your future wife, and I didn't let that person escape on purpose. .”
Qianxue said coldly, "You just need to block that one
If we attack him and take advantage of the situation to pursue him, then Meng Qishui will definitely not be able to escape. Lu Sifan will naturally have us to rescue him. "
Nanfeng closed the folding fan and pointed at Luochuan, looking at Qianxue with aggrieved face, "I feel a little sad when you say this. I was invited by you to protect his safety. If I leave him and chase that person, If another thing comes out and kills him, won't it also destroy my reputation?"
He opened the folding fan and fanned leisurely under the strong wind at high altitude. "Besides, the silversmith has already chased him. If he can't kill that person within the distance of the city, there's one more for me." It’s all in vain, it’s not like you don’t know that I’m not good at chasing and killing.”
Qianxue snorted and said nothing.
At this time, Luo Chuan had already helped Lu Sifan sit down, but he didn't care to ask anything. He just sat silently beside her without speaking.
On the other side, Qianxue and Nanfeng separated the ANBU woman in black from Luo Yun. The woman in black supported Luo Yun and remained speechless.
Below, several rays of sword light have flown to Qian Xue. Standing on an iron sword at the head is Luo Jiang with a concerned look on his face, followed by Yang Shigui, the palace minister who is in charge of Liuli Pavilion in the harem, and a man in blue. The Wangchuan Sword Cultivator with Taoist robes, pure black beard, and pure white hair was the one who, after Niu Deyi and others left, among the Wangchuan Sword Cultivators who were now following Li Jun Qingqi, was a prestigious but taciturn great monk named Xiang Huaizhen.
Luo Jiang and Qianxue were naturally familiar with each other. He jumped directly onto Qianxue's flying sword. After putting away his iron sword, he quickly came to squat in front of Luo Chuan and asked, "How is it? Is there anyone?"
Injured? "
Luo Chuan didn't know what he was thinking at this time and had no intention of answering. He pointed at Lu Sifan.
Luo Jiang checked the injury on Lu Sifan's neck and saw that it was just a skin injury, so he was not too anxious. He glanced at Luo Chuan and said to Qianxue, "Let's return to the palace first and bandage Miss Lu's wound."
Qianxue nodded, and the flying sword circled half a circle in the air, spiraling downwards.
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