Tianhai Zhanyi found himself flying.
Then he found himself regaining control of his body, subconsciously began to wave his arms, like a dancing puppet, a little ridiculous. But there is still no way to change his trajectory. Looking at Nanke's little face that was getting closer and clearer, he closed his eyes with a look of despair.
He fell into the hands of Nanke, but he did not die.
Nan Ke grabbed his front and held him up in the night sky.
Tianhai Zhanyi opened his eyes, his body trembled uncontrollably, and let out a whine.
Nan Ke looked at him with his head tilted, his dull eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't understand what was going on.
Tianhai Zhanyi didn't understand what happened, and was extremely scared and dazed.
Nan Ke looked past him and looked across.
Whether it is the Songshan Military Mansion, the Peerless Sect, or the sergeants and masters of the Tianhai family, they are all at a loss at this time, not knowing what is going on.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei were no longer on the mountain road.
In the snowy ridge under the night, there were two breaking winds coming from a distance, and occasionally the sound of pine trees being knocked down could be heard.
A figure galloped towards the snow valley below the cliff, and another figure galloped towards the high snow peak.
In just a moment, the two figures had gone hundreds of feet away.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei left.
They walked so resolutely that they didn't care about the life and death of these subordinates and cronies who stayed in the field.
Obviously, this was their plan and arrangement all along, and there was a tacit understanding between them.
In the beginning, Zhu Ye's questioning of the middle-aged scholar and the conversation between the two were all a kind of blindfold.
They threw Tianhai Zhanyi at Nanke just to buy more time.
They fled in two different directions, just trying to gain more possibilities.
All for the purpose of escaping.
Zhu Ye never thought of staying and fighting Nanke, not because he was afraid of Nanke's strength, but because he couldn't see through another person.
That middle-aged scholar.
According to the rumors, the Elder Candle Yin Witch who was always by Nanke's side was indeed very good at defeating enemies with the music of the zither, but he was very sure that that person had died in the Zhou Garden a long time ago.
Who is the middle-aged scholar playing the piano
Zhu Ye thought of a certain possibility, but that kind of conjecture was too shocking, so he couldn't believe it.
When the sky was raining across the mountain road, he didn't pay attention to Nanke's response at all, but stared at the middle-aged scholar—the middle-aged scholar just looked down at the guqin in his arms, and didn't move, just the strings He didn't move, let alone dodge, but those divine crossbow arrows attached to the holy light floated away naturally as if they were afraid.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Ye felt more and more that his conjecture might be true.
Even if it was only a one-in-a-thousand chance, the middle-aged scholar was really the one he thought of. If he didn't leave, he would definitely die here tonight.
So he decided to run away without any hesitation, even though he seemed so shameless and pitiful.
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Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei disappeared into the snowy mountains under the night, like two bereaved dogs.
The masters of the Songshan Military Mansion and the Peerless Sect looked at a loss, not knowing what was going on, let alone what to do next.
The members of the Tianhai family were extremely nervous seeing their young master fall into the hands of the demon princess.
Tianhai Zhanyi looked into Nanke's eyes, terrified to the extreme. The shadow of death gave him unimaginable courage. He cried out in a crying voice, and threw his hands towards Nanke's forehead.
He looked very flustered, his fists seemed to be out of order, but no one knew that these two punches were the Tianhai family's unique technique - grabbing the bird's tail!
Two bright lights tore through the dark night, and Tianhai Zhanyi's fists hit Nanke like lightning, hitting accurately without any deviation.
Two extremely clear dull impact sounds resounded on the mountain road.
Nanke didn't avoid his punch, and didn't even move to dodge, but still looked at him expressionlessly.
The night wind blew gently, and a lock of black hair floated from her temples. It was not broken, and she was naturally not injured.
No one would avoid the waving forelimbs of a praying mantis on the road, and she would ignore Tianhai Zhanyi's shot.
Although Tianhai's family's unique skills are very strong, his fists have no strength.
The insurmountable gap between realms will make all moves meaningless.
Tianhai Zhanyi was extremely desperate, and wanted to say a few words to beg the other party to spare his life, but he couldn't say anything.
Nanke let go of him and put him down, walked to the side of the mountain path and looked at the snowy ridge under the night, but he couldn't see the wings behind him.
She looked at the two figures leaving at high speed between the peak and the cliff, and thought silently, these two should be regarded as the big shots of the human race, and they are so shameless. No wonder the gods have ruled the northern part of the mainland for more than a thousand years, but they have never been able to defeat the human race , Thinking about it this way, in the future this kind of situation must be killed immediately.
Tianhai Zhanyi looked at her back, a little dazed, not knowing what was going on.
Then, he suddenly felt a bit sweet in his throat, and then felt a bit cold in his heart.
He looked down, only to see a feather was inserted into his throat, and another feather was inserted deeply into his chest.
The feather feathers are green, and under the reflection of the ink-like night, they look extraordinarily strange, and they are held in the hands of the two demon beauties.
With two soft sounds, the green feather feathers disappeared, and the two beauties of the demon race turned into countless light spots and dissipated, and then reunited beside the mountain road, turning back into wings and swaying gently.
Tianhai Zhanyi knelt down on the ground, clutching his throat and chest, watching the poison-stained green blood continuously overflow from his fingers, and gradually lost his breath.
Nanke didn't even look at him, but still looked at the two figures in the mountains.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei's escape directions are completely opposite. Even if she has the most incredible speed in the world, she can only catch up to one of them at the fastest within the range of this snowy ridge, and with her level of strength, she can only catch up to one of them. I dare not say that they will win, after all, those two are the real strong people of the human race, not Tianhai Zhanyi.
Naturally, she looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked for instructions on what to do.
The middle-aged scholar ignored her, and lowered his head, looking at the windless and slightly moving strings, very focused.
Nan Ke understood.
Wings fluttered wildly, and the wind and snow danced, she turned into a green streamer and disappeared into the night.
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It is said that going down the mountain is more difficult than going up the mountain, but when you really need speed, everyone knows that going up the mountain is definitely not as fast as rushing down the cliff. But Zhu Ye still chose to go up Xuefeng, not to let Ning Shiwei, but because he knew that the escape tonight was not entirely based on speed, the faster it was not necessarily the safer, but the more dangerous it might be.
If he wanted to hunt down two paths of fugitives, he would definitely go after the fastest path first.
Sure enough, for a while later, he didn't hear the sound of breaking wind behind him, nor did he see the green streamer.
He was very fortunate, but he didn't dare to relax any more. With the quick luck of his true essence, he had fully utilized the peerless sect's method of lightening his body. In a short time, he had plundered more than ten miles and came to the upper edge of Xuefeng. After sprinting for hundreds of zhang, they will be able to turn over the gap in the mountain, see the lights of Gaoyang Town, and startle the garrison there.
His breathing has become very rapid, and he can hear the heaviness hidden in it.
The slightly illuminated night sky above the mountain gap appeared in his eyes, which gave him new strength, which was almost exhausted, and his footwork accelerated again.
At this time, an extremely slight voice sounded behind him.
Like a piece of thin ice falling on another piece of ice, like the night wind cut a line of ice, like someone plucked the strings.
This is hallucination.
This must be hallucination.
Zhu Ye said to himself.
He didn't turn around, but still ran forward, his breathing became more and more rapid and heavy, and gradually took on a taste of despair.