The butterfly is black, and the needle is silver. The silver needle passes through the black butterfly. The butterfly dissipates and turns into black air. It dissipates so fast, as if it has never existed.
The murderous needle passed through the butterfly and soon lost its strength and fell weakly to the ground. It fell so casually, as if it had never had murderous intent.
"That butterfly is extraordinary."
Tang Yan quickly saw something was wrong.
The dissipated black hair quickly condensed into shape again. From where it condensed, a person slowly walked out. The person was also black, with black clothes, pale hair, dull eyes, and a dull and colorless totem. A dull complexion and a dull face.
The only thing black is the clothing, and the person himself feels bleak and ashes, just like death itself.
This person is Gui Gu. Why is Gui Gu here? Shouldn't he be detained in Jiange along with Xiao Wu? Now that he is here, who is that person in Jiange? Could Xiao Wu, who was also in the sword pavilion, be herself?
Wonderful stories are always so complicated, but the source of the complexity is not the story itself, but the human heart.
Gui Gu's mind is as deep as the sea, but his surface is as silent as stagnant water.
"Put him down and go."
Gui Gu always speaks simply and clearly. After speaking six words, there are no more unnecessary words.
"Who are you?"
Tang Yan asked.
"You don't have to know."
A voice without any emotion.
"Then why should I hand this person over to you?"
"If you don't hand it over, I will take action."
There was no ripple in the sound.
Tang Yan sneered:
"So what if we take action?"
"Take action and you might die."
The sound was terrifyingly steady.
Normally, Tang Yan would definitely laugh when someone said something like this, but now, he didn't want to laugh at all.
Even such ridiculous words, coming from the mouth of the young man in front of him, would only make people feel cold, bone-deep and eerie cold.
The needle has been issued.
As fast as lightning, as sharp as a blade, as dense as drizzle, and as powerful as breaking bamboo.
The ghost Gu did not move, he closed his eyes, and the black butterflies gathered in his direction, quickly wrapping him up. When the needle touched the black butterflies, they became slow and dull in an instant, and fell to the ground one by one.
"Sure enough, the butterfly can absorb mana."
Tang Yan verified his idea. The reason why his needles are fast and sharp is because they have the power of Feng Xun attached to them. Once the power of Feng Xun is removed, his needles will be no different from ordinary needles. , even a slightly stronger wind can blow it down.
Although he didn't know the mechanism, he could conclude that the black butterfly definitely absorbed or dispersed the Fengxun mana attached to the needle through some method.
"The drizzle hairspring itself is still not strong enough after all. Without its adhesion, it will have no lethality at all."
Tang Yan's words were obviously self-deprecating, but he knew in his heart that the Tang Sect's needles were more than just drizzle hairsprings?
"Whoosh!"
The needle shot again, but heard its sound but could not see its shape. The black butterflies were still wrapped around the ghost Gu, but this time, the ghost Gu moved. He had to move. He felt murderous intent. Even though there was no magic power on the needle, The needle still showed no signs of weakness. The most terrifying thing was that he couldn't see where the needle was. He could only move it by feeling.
Sometimes, the so-called feeling is actually an illusion.
The sound subsided, leaving two bloody eyes on Gui Gu's right wrist. Gui Gu didn't feel the pain because his wrist had lost consciousness. He could fix acupuncture points with hundreds of solutions, and under a hundred needles, regardless of human beings or gods, just two needles, It's already had an immediate effect.
"What kind of needle is this?"
Wu Yuanxiu also asked the same question, but Tang Yan didn't answer it at that time. But now, he wanted to answer, not for any other reason, but because he felt that the white-haired boy in front of him was worthy of his answer.
"The heavy rain leaves the night, when the pear blossoms have run out of tears."
The poem is bleak, and so is the needle.
"Is it really the rainstorm pear blossom..."
Ghost Gu glanced at the two silver needles nailed to the sand with some blood on them. The drizzle needles were scattered around, they were swaying in the wind, and none of them could even be inserted into the ground, but the two rainstorm pear blossom needles were motionless. , I don’t know how deep it was nailed.
The needle is obviously much thicker, longer and harder than the drizzle hairspring. Although it is thick in shape, it feels sharper than the drizzle hairspring. The most terrifying thing is their owner, Tang The head of the sect, Tang Yan, can actually use such a thick and long needle to make it invisible. His internal skills may have reached the ultimate level.
Before Gui Gu's thoughts were lost, the pear blossom needles came towards him like a heavy rain. This time, he could see clearly because the needles were all over his field of vision. The needles all over the sky were like locusts all over the sky. When a locust plague strikes, no grass will grow wherever it goes.
At this time, the ghost Gu is like a grass, a grass that has been forced to a dead end.
On a night of heavy rain, when the pear blossoms have run out of tears, the tears they shed are not tears, they are blood, bright red human blood.
