A subordinate's voice trembled: "Head, leader... She..."
"I know... it's weird..."
Jia Yunfeng still didn't look back, but thought to himself, what went wrong with his sword just now: Did I stab the fake princess? No, did I use a fake Qi sword
Only at this time, the emperor's words brought Jia Yunfeng's thoughts back: "Where is Hong'er! Where is Hong'er!"
It was only at this moment that Jia Yunfeng realized that something was wrong, so he turned around to look, and Princess Hongzhuang was gone. It seemed to disappear out of thin air, literally, it was gone.
At the same time, a faint voice came from a distance.
"Have you had enough trouble?"
The voice was very strange, it seemed to be right in front of him, but it seemed to be far away. It's like changing directions every moment.
Jia Yunfeng was the first to find the owner of the voice. As soon as he saw him, Jia Yunfeng seemed to be caught in the immobilization method, and the whole person was frozen.
Here comes the man.
He came lightly. Like moonlight penetrating tree branches, like frost and snow quietly condensing. I don't know when it will appear in front of you.
He wore a ghostly bronze mask and black clothes, holding the disappearing cute person in his arms.
The sassy and sassy red makeup princess is lying in his arms like a little girl at this moment, staring at him with starry eyes. Her throat was only a little red, not much damage.
It was he who saved himself.
The princess hated him originally, but she didn't expect to cast such a glance at him when she saw him again.
Because the princess didn't recognize it, this person was the thief she had been chasing for a long time.
Because this man has long white hair like frost and snow.
Chapter 54: The Path to Hell is Suffering
"Who's here!" The first to break the silence was Nam Joon Fei, who had regained his five successes.
This wasn't the time for him to come forward, but helpless, his eldest brother stared at the white-haired man as if he was dumbfounded. The other killers only listened to the eldest brother's direct subordinates, but only Nan Sanye took the heavy responsibility.
"Here is to kill the alliance, and the consequences for those who block it, you still need to weigh it yourself!"
This sentence was sent out with inner strength, passed through the snow wind, and sent it to the place where the white-haired man was.
However, there was no response from the other party.
The white-haired man in the mask held the princess and walked towards them slowly. It looks so funny.
The wind and snow were blowing so fast, but the inner masters could not leave snow on their bodies, and they would not let the snow wet their clothes. They run their inner strength, and naturally they can keep melting the snow. However, the white-haired man was the same as an ordinary person, and the snow on the black clothes slowly fell, more and more.
He also walked slowly, and it seemed that walking against the wind was quite affected. Stepping into the snow with one foot, it seems to be quite strenuous to rub the foot. Then 'click' on the ground. That's how he walked slowly with the sound of footsteps pattering and pattering. It is simply the front and back of the snow without a trace in Qinggong.
This is really ordinary and can't be more ordinary.
Under the flying snow, an ordinary figure gradually dyed white by the snow slowly walked towards the Asura Field that was still a purgatory on earth. Go to the dozens of evil spirits who created this bloody scene.
This look is really ridiculous and can't be more ridiculous.
Even the bronze mask with blue face and fangs only left a funny impression in Nam Joon Fei's eyes: Wasn't that the mask of the Black Wind Thirteen Wings operation? Where did this kid dare to pretend to be a ghost when he took one out of the mess, does he think he has a long life
"You two, come with me."
Nan Junfei called in two killers. The group of killers around Jia Yunfeng belonged to him directly from the Special Forces of the Killing Alliance, and did not need to listen to other people's orders. But what Nam Joon Fei called was someone who had a good relationship with him, so the two of them looked at the leader and didn't say no, so they followed Nam Joon Fei away.
Nam Joon Fei led the two killers and the white-haired man head-on. Walking in front of him, he laughed and said: "This road leads to the dead, has Xiongtai thought about it?"
Nan Junfei only had time to look at the white-haired man, and saw that he had a sturdy figure, about like Fuxiang. Such a physique is not uncommon among martial arts practitioners. His facial features were blocked by the mask, and he couldn't see clearly. But what can be clearly known is that the white hair is not an ordinary teenager's white head. Even in the blizzard, Nan Junfei could see it for real. The roots of his hair were like snow, and his hair was crystal clear. It is a special phenomenon caused by practicing a certain cultivation method.
This aroused Nan Junfei's attention, he lowered his body slightly, buckled a throwing knife in his hand, and prepared to slap with the other hand.
"If Xiongtai doesn't stay, don't blame the old man for being rude—"
puff!
I don't know what the white-haired man did, no one saw it.
Nam Joon Fei spat out a mouthful of blood. It was as if someone had slapped him heavily, and it was as if he had been kicked, unknown. But there was a big hole in his chest. Nam Joon Fei had no idea what was going on. He only knew that just as he was about to make a move, it was as if a sledgehammer had been hit in his chest, and the man flew out.
Before he hit the ground, he saw the two killers who came with him fall to the snow faster than him like two balls. The front of the white-haired man was still unobstructed.
In the eyes of the dying Nan Junfei, that ordinary back was exuding an unparalleled mighty majesty.
There was no anger or joy on the bronze surface, and he continued to walk forward, with the same arduous steps as before, as if it were very difficult to walk. But it didn't stop or slow down a single step because of obstacles. He kept a steady pace and walked slowly. There was a steady sound of footsteps.
It looked very ordinary and very funny.
But the killers who killed the alliance couldn't laugh. They still don't know how a strong enemy is coming. Everyone knows how Nan Junfei's martial arts skills are, but he taught this man to clean up quietly.
A team leader asked Jia Yunfeng how to behave, but Jia Yunfeng was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.
The two killers looked at each other and understood. Pulling out the long sword from his waist, he rushed forward. Three more people followed behind, but they used fists and feet.
The two people in front surrounded the white-haired man, one finger at the throat and the other at the lower limbs, and the shot was a combined kill. The movement is quick, the technique is sharp, and the handling is not to be underestimated. These two men are also famous for their superb movement skills under Jia Yunfeng, and they are confident that if they encounter any problem, they will be able to dodge with their extraordinary skill immediately. Even if you are defeated, you can retreat completely. But it can detect the truth of this person's martial arts for everyone.
The three people in the back are waiting for work, and will intervene as long as they see a gap. No matter how powerful he is in martial arts, his double fists are hard to beat with four hands.
I saw the two in front of them attacking from left and right, and the sword light flashed from left to right, and the tip of the sword was about to land on the white-haired man.
Suddenly, the tip of the sword turned, and two electric lights flew back. The sword light was prosperous, like thunder and lightning interspersed back and forth in the open space. There were two bloodstains on the ground. The bodies of the two killers had already fallen to the ground. Compared with the speed of flying back, the speed of these two swords was as slow as a snail when they stabbed.
The three people in the back had no idea what tactics the other party used, and they couldn't see anything. Including their own fate.
In the eyes of others, these three people are like three unreasonable drunkards. The white-haired man walked slowly and leisurely. The three stood still and did nothing around him, but quietly waited for him to pass by. Wait for him to walk away, and then slowly faint. But unknowingly, someone clicked on the sleeping hole.
The white-haired man holding the princess did not stop, not even for a moment.
The sound of footsteps, pa-ta-ta, seemed to have turned into a terrifying note.
The man didn't speak, and he didn't look at anyone. No one knew what he wanted to do. But no one could stop him.
The killers didn't know what they were fighting.
They didn't know who he was, or even whether he was a human or a ghost.
That person just walked slowly, which has shaken their fighting spirit from the root.
The whistling of the snow wind and the dull footsteps synthesized a set of melody, a set of melody like a reminder.