no no!
As she was forcibly pulled into the alley, Tang Nisha immediately remembered the terrible events that had recently occurred in the fortress, and the face of her sleeping daughter flashed through her mind.
She couldn't imagine how her daughter would survive if she died.
Tang Nisha wanted to struggle, but due to lack of oxygen, her consciousness was becoming blurred; due to lack of oxygen, she had no strength in her body.
Now, Tang Nisha had only one thought.
breathe!
She could feel a strong smell spraying on her face, and she vaguely saw a hooded man approaching her. But unlike those drunken men in the bar, this man was also looking at her, but he was not attracted by her body. No, this man was also attracted by her body, but he was more like picking food, just like Tang Nisha would always carefully choose when she went to the store to buy food.
food.
Yes!
In that man's eyes, I am food!
In the alley, a barefoot man wearing a black cloak and a hood grabbed Tang Nisha's neck and pulled her to his side. The man in the hood slowly opened his mouth, saliva stretched into threads in his mouth, and behind his upper and lower lips, sharp teeth emerged one after another.
He moved closer to Tang Nisha, wanting to bite off the woman's neck and enjoy the pleasure of the warm flesh sliding into his esophagus, but at this moment, a circle of faint light suddenly appeared on his neck.
The man was stunned for a moment, and his pupils quickly shrank into a point. He suddenly raised his head and looked up into the sky. Then he threw Tang Nisa away like garbage, and used his hands and feet to quickly climb up the outer wall of a small building. In a blink of an eye, he had reached the rooftop and disappeared over the roof.
Tang Nisa fell to the ground, coughing violently, and tears came out of her eyes.
After she caught her breath, she climbed up and said in a hoarse voice: "Help..."
"Help!"
Soon, a woman's shrill cry for help rang out on the street.
call-
On the rooftop, a gust of wind blew off the man's hood, revealing an unrecognizable face.
He seemed to be sensing something and soon realized something. He suddenly rushed forward, creating a circle of air waves on the rooftop.
But when he passed by, the energy was gathered nearby and did not overflow. Only after he went far away did the energy gradually dissipate. In this way, unless there happened to be an ascender nearby, even the heavenly-level strongmen in the city would not be aware of his existence.
He leaped between the buildings, the wind blew violently in his face, pressing his cloak tightly against his body, and he quickly reached the edge of the fortress like a ghost.
The man's figure flashed and came to the wall. He swam up silently like a gecko. Finally, he climbed over the wall and landed on the desert outside the Castle of War.
After he had roughly determined the direction, he began to move at high speed. Every time he took a step, he would concentrate his energy under his feet and then release it, thus converting it into huge power, pushing him to move across the desert like a phantom.
He ran in the desert, creating a cloud of dust. After a moment, his pupils kept changing, switching between different colors. When his pupils turned deep red, he saw a small figure floating in the air in the desert in the distance.
The man's pupils immediately shrank to the size of rice grains, and in his mouth
He let out a long, suppressed howl, which was full of excitement and excitement, and mixed with a little bit of joy.
It was like he had finally discovered something he had been searching for for days. The energy he gathered and released rose to a higher level, and his speed increased as he quickly approached a sand dune.
In his eyes, the figure became clearer and clearer. It was a human girl of about seven or eight years old. She was floating in the air, and her hair was scattered in the air. From the roots to the tips of her hair, there was a faint glow, and it moved rhythmically.
The man made strange, short sounds, like some kind of language, but it was definitely not the language of any continent, let alone the common language between continents.
Just when the man's attention was completely drawn to the girl in mid-air, he suddenly caught a barely perceptible sound in his ears.
"Secret Sword... Style 1... Heavy Rain of Pear Blossoms!"
Suddenly, he sensed an unusual energy reaction above his head. Without stopping, the man looked up at the sky at a strange angle, and saw that the night sky was filled with warm and bright sword lights.
At this moment, sword lights were hanging upside down, pointing at the earth. Suddenly, a sword fell like a rainbow and pierced the man's head with extreme ferocity.
As soon as this sword moved, the other sword lights came one after another, breaking through the air, as if a rainstorm suddenly fell in the night sky.
Facing the rain of swords above his head, the man stopped and raised his palms. The yellow sand on the ground was suddenly moved, and tentacles stretched out and spun endlessly above the man's head, forming a yellow vortex.
Thousands of sword lights shot out from the sky and hit the vortex of yellow sand. They were deflected by the invisible but huge torque, and then broke, exploding into a ball of silver-white flame.
The sword rain kept falling, and silver-white fireballs rose and fell on the ground. Explosions occurred again and again, filling the air with yellow sand and forming a cloud of misty smoke.
In the gray smoke, a figure suddenly emerged and continued to rush towards the distant sand dunes, towards the girl who had fallen to the ground.
"Secret Sword... Fourth Style... Illuminate the Courage!"
Suddenly, a deep and frightening whistle sounded between heaven and earth. A figure in white was seen slashing across the night sky, and the green sword in his hand turned into a hazy green color like smoke and fog. It looked soft and seemed to have no point of force, but it exuded a sense of powerful and majestic spirit.
The white robe dragged Qingxia across the night sky and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
A circle of shock waves spread out instantly, followed by a surge of green smoke with flashes of light in it, like a cloud of mist.
The yellow sand all around was shaken up and disturbed, and suddenly dust filled the air.
A man rushed out from the dust. The man's cloak was only pieces of rags, barely covering his private parts. He was covered in blood, and one of his arms was missing.
At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the dust, and a man walked out, with his white sleeves fluttering.
The man was about forty years old, with a fair face and no beard, and a dignified appearance. He was silently taking out another sword from his back.
When the purple sword came into his hand, it suddenly flashed with electric light, and from time to time, tiny arcs of electricity were ejected, crackling.
The man with a broken arm had his flesh and blood squirming wildly at the wound. Suddenly, an arm stretched out from it, and the regeneration was completed in an instant.
He raised his hands, the ground shook, and strips of sand rose from the ground. Under the restraint of an invisible force field, the sand continued to shrink and condense, turning into yellow spears.
The man whose arms had regenerated pushed his hands forward violently, and the spears immediately drew out yellow shadows, shooting towards the middle-aged man opposite.
The middle-aged man sneered, and the purple and green swords intertwined to create a dense light and shadow, shattering the sand spears thrown at him while pressing towards his opponent.
When the last sand spear was smashed, the middle-aged man's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of his opponent.
This movement method, which was like shrinking the distance into an inch, made the opponent unable to react in time. The middle-aged man's sleeves fluttered, and the green sword swept horizontally and the purple sword chopped vertically. The two sword lights, one green and one purple, intersected on the opponent's body and formed a "cross".
"Secret Sword... Seventh Style... Cross Star!"
The middle-aged man put away his sword casually and walked forward leisurely.
Behind him, the two sword lights, one blue and one purple, suddenly grew stronger and formed a bright star, almost illuminating the night.
After the light disappeared, the man was lying on the ground, his body cut into several pieces, and the cut surfaces were either stained with green mist or dancing with purple electric light.
But even so, the man seemed not to be dead yet. His head, which was split in half, still looked towards the top of the sand dune, towards the girl who was protected by several figures.
The man in white clothes who had already walked onto the sand dunes, the long gown with wide sleeves was bursting into tiny dots of silver light and then disappeared.
The middle-aged man had a slight smile on his face, and he looked calm and strong.
At this time, someone on the sand dune said calmly: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wang."
The man who was the ‘Fair One’ Wang Lingjun immediately put on a humble face: “It’s too polite to say that, Mr. Tianyang, this is just my job.”
As he spoke, Wang Lingjun glanced at a tall red figure not far away, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
At this time, Tian Yang asked, "Mr. Wang's secret sword is indeed unique, but why does he have to announce the name of the secret sword every time he draws the sword? Could it be that this can increase the power of the sword?"
Wang Lingjun's face suddenly turned red. The reason why he revealed the name of the secret sword was just to make himself look more majestic and more presentable.
Of course he knew that Tianyang said this on purpose, and he couldn't help but guess that the young city lord might not like him showing off like that.
Well, I have to remember this!
Tian Yang finished speaking, and without waiting for Wang Lingjun's response, he turned around and looked at Xi Tong, smiling and said, "It's okay."
Today, after he realized that someone seemed to be looking for Xitong, he decided to take the initiative.
So he took Xitong out of the city and let her use her abilities. Tianyang guessed that the 'thing' that was looking for Xitong should be able to sense her power, otherwise how could he be sure that Xitong was in the War God Castle
Sure enough, when Xitong used her ability, she lured the person out.
Wang Lingjun did not disappoint his expectations and killed the opponent quite easily. Apart from being a little bit pretentious, this "justice" still had some strength.
However, the man's broken hand was regenerated in an instant. This ability made Tianyang think of something.
Divine evil!
Just when he was about to collect the body fragments and take them back for research, Tianyang suddenly discovered that Xitong was not right.
She seemed to be restraining something, holding her head with both hands, her body trembling slightly...