"It's a spiritual master!"
With an angry roar, Yin Yang held a knife in his right hand and turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing out of the car window. The next moment, there was only a soft sound of 'clang', and several miserable groans came from outside the window.
And the cloud-turning car finally landed on the ground, and the whole body made a huge earthquake. Zong Shou let go of his hand at the moment the car fell. The whole person soared in the air until the force of the body's shock subsided, and then he fell lightly. Then he moved very quickly, deliberately avoiding the car windows on both sides. Then he lifted up a coffee table in front of him and blocked it in front of him.
A series of actions that take less than a breath. Almost at the same time, two shuttles and three talismans rushed in from the right side of the car window. It exploded directly in mid-air, and countless needles and icy rain exploded in all directions in the carriage.
A full half of it was nailed to the coffee table in front of Zong Shou, making a series of "ding ding snatching" sounds.
After this needle-like ice rain, several groups of black mist exploded on both sides of the cloud-turning car. It was night at this time, the rain was pouring down, and I couldn't see my fingers. When the black mist filled the air, it became even more difficult to see anything within a hundred feet around the cloud-turning vehicle.
Zong Shou's brows suddenly raised, killing Lian Lian, these people really wanted his life!
He bit his fingertips suddenly and used the blood as ink to draw two very simple runes on the sides of his eyes and ears. One is "ears" and the other is "eyesight".
Immediately, several streams of cool air flowed in from the sky and the earth, and almost all sounds within fifty feet could not be missed by Zong Shou. The field of vision suddenly became brighter. Although it was still unable to reach far, he could clearly see the area ten feet around him.
Only two black figures were seen, using the cover of the fog to quietly pass through the car window.
But before the two of them could see the surrounding situation clearly. Two rays of white light flew from Zong Shou's sleeves and penetrated into the throats of the two men.
Two silver-white willow flying knives directly tore the vocal cords and trachea. The two black figures only had time to let out a "ho" sound, an almost inaudible hiss, and then they could no longer make a sound.
Seeing Zong Shou flash over, grab their limp bodies, and then gently put them down until they were firmly on the sides of the carriage. There was not a single sound during the whole process!
The pupils of the two people shrank slightly. This person's methods and movements were actually more sophisticated than them!
Judging from his age, he is only about thirteen years old. Is he really the prince of Tianshan Mountain who is rumored to be incapable of fighting a chicken
But before they could tell, Zong Shou's fingers touched their foreheads a little harder. After a moment of dizziness, all consciousness of the two people disappeared immediately.
Zong Shou's movements did not stop for a moment. After picking up the swords in the hands of these two people, he also left the cloud chariot. The movements are swift and swift, like the leaping movements of a spirit fox, and they are also silent.
At this moment, outside the car, countless raindrops the size of soybeans were falling densely and rapidly. The crackling sound made his eardrums hurt, and almost completely blocked the voices from Yin Yang and Chu Xue. There was also a strong wind blowing, and it was as cold as a knife. But it happened that this thick black mist could not be dispersed at all.
Just before leaving the carriage, Zong Shou drew two more runes on his body, still written in blood, one for 'Follow the Wind' and the other for 'Shelter from Rain'.
When his figure walked into the heavy rain, his whole figure seemed to be an ethereal ball of air, hidden in the wind. When the raindrops fell, they slid to both sides naturally.
After taking a closer look in front of me, I saw a man whose face was covered with a scarf. He was looking at the direction of Fanyun Car with a suspicious look on his face, a dozen feet away. He seems to be wondering why there is no news about his two companions so far. There was a green light in his eyes, and it seemed that he was also blessed by Taoism, and he could see things in this black mist.
Zong Shou smiled silently and ran like lightning. Before the man could react, he had already passed through ten feet of space. The sword light flashed, facing the sword light that was being intercepted in a panic on the opposite side, shuttled in, and pierced directly into the man's skull!
Zong Shou twisted the tip of his sword hard, and without taking a closer look at the result of his battle, Zong Shou simply passed over this person and continued running eastward.
At the moment when the magic was activated, others could not detect it, but he vaguely recognized that there was a 90% chance that the spiritual master who took action was in this position.
This is not just the experience he accumulated after thousands of dangerous fights in the virtual fantasy world. It is the confidence of a real-life, heavenly martial sect!
"These two swords, one is Feng Qian and the other is Shadow Stepping, both are talisman weapons! They are even better than my Pine Pattern Wind Sword. Where did these people come from?"
In just ten breaths of running, Zong Shou had basically mastered the quality, weight and ability of the two swords in his hands. But this information made the doubt in Zong Shou's eyes even darker.
The Song Pattern Wind Sword cost him a full third-level beast crystal, which was equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver pattern before the spiritual tide started. And the value of the Wind Hidden Sword and the Shadow Stepping Sword is even higher than that of the Pine Pattern Wind Sword. Even if the price is doubled based on the Pine Pattern Wind Sword, two third-level beast crystals may not be able to be purchased.
Whose manpower is this so generous? A third-level monster is equivalent to the combat power of a secret martial artist. It is rare in itself, and it is even more difficult to kill it.
Such a sword, forged by a mid-level spiritual blacksmith, would be regarded as a treasure by even some secret martial masters. It is really suspicious that it is in the hands of these mid-level martial masters at this time.
In mid-air, there was a sudden vibration again. Hearing Yin Yang's voice, he suddenly yelled out the word "kill". A ball of white flame immediately rose into the air, wrapping around a ball of bright sword light.
When the fire knife flashed, a figure that was burned to charcoal fell from mid-air.
"Why do I feel that there is something wrong with Uncle Yin's aura? It seems to be restricted by some kind of restriction? I felt it when I first created the soul sea last time. This time when he was fighting with others, it was even more obvious -"
Secretly surprised, Zong Shou remained unmoved and did not turn around to tell the difference. Extremely calm, he activated the talismans on the two swords.
If we say that before, he was hidden in the wind, there was still some distance between him and the power of the wind. So at this moment, when the 'wind potential' talisman on the sword was activated, Zong Shou's entire body was completely integrated into the strong wind.
When the Shadow Step was activated, a layer of black shadow appeared around Zong Shou, covering his figure. The sound under the feet was completely eliminated.
With the help of this wind power, Zong Shou ran as fast as a ghost. In just a blink of an eye, he was out of the area shrouded in black fog. However, with the help of these runes, it was still like an invisible black shadow, moving within the dense forest. In just ten breaths, he was already 1,700 steps away.
Then, a figure also appeared in the field of vision. He was about thirty years old and dressed in white robes. Even in this dense forest full of mud and heavy rain, he still looked spotless.
An extremely simple altar is arranged around the body, with two white wax sticks lit in front and three burning soul-fixing incense pillars inserted in the middle. The ground was dripping with animal blood, forming a yin and yang pattern.
The middle-aged man in white robes, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, stood in the center of the picture, with his left and right yin and yang eyes on his feet, four yellow Taoist talismans suspended in front of him, and his mouth full of thoughts.
At this moment, he opened his eyes and sneered: "You actually found me here. It turns out that there are no capable people around the prince! Since you are here, then die!"
With just a slight movement of his hand, the four Taoist talismans were shot out one after another. Gathered in this dense forest, countless water and ice spiritual energies came through the air.
Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, but his figure was not retreating but advancing. The speed of his feet immediately increased by a full 30%! Facing the oncoming force of the four ice talismans, he rushed forward quickly.
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