The deputy hall master felt a chill in his heart and flew towards Xianyue City without looking back.
"Boom..."
Qin Xianyue's sister killed the eight Wuzong Palace warriors with one palm, and a deep pit in the shape of a palm appeared on the ground. She looked angrily into the air as Ma Rulong left.
"Whoosh..."
The tall warrior from the Bloodline Cult fell from the air.
"Master, you are injured."
The woman stretched out her hand to hold the arrow shaft, and with a strong pull, the arrow was pulled out by her, and a bloody arrow shot out from her thigh. Looking at the direction where Ma Rulong disappeared, he said in a solemn voice:
"Ma Rulong! Sky-breaking arrow!"
"Hall Master, what should we do?" The tall King Wu said solemnly.
"Have you found the person who was rounded up by Wuzongdian?"
"No, he should have escaped while we were fighting with the warriors of Wuzong Palace."
"How cunning!" The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Retreat!"
The figures of the two Martial Kings disappeared in the dark night. About ten breaths passed, and a person sat up from the bushes not far away. His head emerged from the bushes. It was Qin Shuang who was holding his breath. She looked towards the direction of Xianyue City. With a thought in her mind, a pen and paper appeared in her hand. She held the piece of paper with her left hand using her spiritual power, and held the pen in her right hand. The golden aura of Haoran in Haoran's heart was sharply drawn away. , watching a ball of golden awe-inspiring energy in each fight shrink and disappear. When ten groups of golden awe-inspiring energy disappeared, the golden light burst out from the tip of the brush in Qin Shuang's hand.
"who?"
The golden light that shot through the night sky attracted the evacuating Bloodline Cult warriors, and a dark group rushed towards Qin Shuang.
Qin Shuang wrote four words on the paper without raising his head:
A meteoric rise!
When the last word "cloud" was written, the golden awe-inspiring energy on the tip of the pen was exhausted.
"Who is that?"
The burly King Wu in the distance watched in amazement as a ball of golden light shone in the Hat Helm Valley, and it dissipated in just one breath.
"Go and see!"
Qin Xuanyue's sister raised her arms and quickly approached Qin Shuang.
Qin Shuang had put away the brush at this time, and the piece of paper had fallen at her feet, and suddenly turned into a blue cloud. Qin Shuang's figure quickly rose into the air, flying towards the direction of Xianyue City.
"Chase!"
Qin Xianyue's sister shouted in a condensed voice, and the Bloodline Sect Martial King quickly approached Qin Shuang, and the distance between the two sides was less than two hundred meters in an instant.
Qin Shuang's eyes flickered, and he looked inside at the golden Haoran Qi in Haoran's heart. At this time, there was only one ball of golden Haoran Qi left in each bucket, and a total of ten balls of golden Haoran Qi were left. With a thought in her mind, Qin Shuang held the paper in her left hand and the pen in her right hand. The golden aura of awe was extracted from the end of the pen, and dense dots of golden light appeared in the night sky, converging towards the end of her pen.
Qin Shuang quickly wrote the word "Thunder" on it, and then threw the paper in his hand behind him without looking back.
The two people behind him were shocked. They didn't dare to look down upon someone who could fly so fast, and they couldn't help but pause slightly at the rapidly approaching figure.
"Boom..."
The sky suddenly lit up, and two thunderbolts as thick as a baby's arm struck the two Martial Kings, causing the two men to fall from the air toward the ground. It wasn't until they were close to the ground that the two people managed to lift their arms, raised their upper bodies, and fell to the ground, staggering back a few steps.
Look up!
Where is Qin Shuang's figure
Qin Xianyue's sister recalled the situation of being struck by lightning just now, her expression suddenly changed, and she murmured:
"Master of Confucianism and Taoism!"
"Whizzing… "
In less than half a quarter of an hour, Ma Rulong and the deputy hall master landed in the backyard of Wuzong Hall in Xianyue City. Ma Rulong said solemnly:
"Didn't I ask you to catch the wanderers? Why did you start fighting with the Bloodline Cult?"
After such a long time, the deputy palace master also figured it out. He looked at Ma Rulong and said in a deep voice:
"We must have encountered the Bloodline Religion by chance!"
"An accidental encounter?" Ma Rulong looked at the deputy hall master coldly.
"Yes!" the deputy palace master said thoughtfully: "Maybe there is the secret base of the Bloodline Sect, and the wanderers knew about this base for some unknown reason, and deliberately led us there. Or, maybe all of this is... It’s a coincidence.”
Ma Rulong looked at Yueguang with cold eyes. Yueguang was so frightened that he knelt down in front of Ma Rulong with a "pop" and said tremblingly:
"Palace Master, I don't know anything. I only act according to your orders."
Ma Rulong withdrew his cold gaze and said, "You go down first."
"yes!"
The moonlight climbed up from the ground and left like a bereaved dog. A look of worry appeared between Ma Rulong's brows and he said:
"What are the casualties?"
A sad look appeared on the face of the deputy palace master: "When we evacuated, there were only less than 200 people left. I don't know how many will be able to come back in the end."
Ma Rulong's expression couldn't help but change. The number of people lost alone had exceeded half of the strength of the entire Wuzong Hall in Xianyue City. If there were more casualties, how would he explain to the main hall
"Take all the warriors from Wuzong Palace and go to rescue them immediately. Be sure to rescue more warriors, otherwise you and I will not be able to survive."
"Yes, Palace Master!"
At this time, Ma Rulong no longer had the time to think about the ins and outs of this matter. He anxiously gathered the remaining more than a hundred warriors and headed out of the city.
"Palace Master, why don't we ask for help from Crescent Moon Kingdom." The deputy palace master looked at the more than a hundred low-level warriors around him with some worry.
Ma Rulong shook his head and said: "If we didn't have so many casualties, I would naturally mobilize the power of the Crescent Moon Kingdom. But now... We Wuzong Palace can't afford to lose that person. Don't worry, people from the Bloodline Sect don't dare to approach Crescent Moon City." Maybe they have evacuated by now.”
"Palace Master, why are you in the Cangyue Mountains?"
Ma Rulong's eyebrows were filled with worry: "You didn't come back, which made me very uneasy. So I went to have a look, and sure enough something happened to you."
Black night sky.
A piece of blue cloud fell, and the blue cloud turned into a piece of paper. Qin Shuang stretched out his hand to catch the paper. He saw that the four words "Pingbu Qingyun" on the paper had become dim, but they had not disappeared. There was still a paragraph that could be used. Time, with a thought in his mind, he put the piece of paper into the storage ring, hid in the shadow of the corner of Wuzong Hall, and the power of his soul spread rapidly.
The Wuzong Hall is very large, and the ground is paved with marble. At every distance along the road, a lantern is lit, emitting a dim light.
At this time, Wuzong Palace was extremely quiet, with no voices or patrolling footsteps, as if it was an empty palace.
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