Ghost Spade's pupils suddenly dilated,
The body trembles, the soul trembles, the hairs stand on end,
Every part of the limbs and bones is screaming:
Run away!
Regardless of whether Ghost Spade likes that experience or not, he was once a frontier soldier in the Protectorate. He has long fought with elite Turkic scouts, Jing bandits, demon cultivators, monsters, etc.
A hail of cold arrows suddenly shot out from the motionless bushes;
A stumbling rope suddenly rises from a good forest road;
Over the deserted valley path, huge boulders fell inexplicably;
Lying on the bed in the military camp and sleeping, I suddenly heard the rapid sound of horse hooves and the sound of enemy attacks;
Over time, Ghost Spade seemed to have an intuition.
The intuition of knowing how one will die.
This ability helped him escape countless open and secret attacks, avoid countless fatal ambushes, and even helped him survive the long pursuit from the Yu Kingdom after defecting.
Until now.
Lian Xuanxiao just stood in the air, holding a long sword. He neither drew the talisman nor dived down.
But Gui Spade still felt numb on his scalp, as if there was a big mountain above his head, slowly pressing down on him.
There is no hope of survival.
In the courtyard on the surface, Yuan Sou swung away Qi Ji, the deputy commander of the Zhenfu Division, with a sword. He then raised his head and looked up at the robed figure in the night sky. He subconsciously clenched the hilt of the long sword and murmured: "The best in the world, the Talisman Sword."
Unparalleled..."
He grew up following the white ape demon, and was later found by the sword master's family. He practiced swordsmanship at the age of ten, listened to the rain at the age of twelve, patrolled the clouds at the age of fourteen, slaughtered most of the tribe at the age of eighteen, escaped from Zhao County, and started walking from then on
Jianghu.
Unlike those monks who devote themselves to cultivation in the deep mountains and old forests, he likes to eat, drink, have fun, drink, beauties, and live in luxury.
Robbery the caravan and steal money,
He even broke into the mansion of a wealthy family after being drunk, and after killing the head of the family and his family, he stood in a pool of blood and ordered the terrified servants to prepare a banquet.
Even though he was so dissolute and lazy, he still broke through the threshold of Xunyun and was promoted to Zhuxiao at the age of twenty-nine.
There are monks in this world who are stronger than him.
Lin Hongbo, the commander of the Yu State's Zhenfu Division, Lu Qingya, the chief of Luli Academy,
The high priest of the Turks, the old monster under the Zhou Dynasty's palace, the barbarian leader of the Shiwan Barren Mountains,
But when it comes to swordsmanship, Yuansou believes that he has no equal in the world.
Until now.
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the carefully groomed beard and hair were swaying in the wind.
If you can't win, you can only escape.
Yuansou took action,
The long sword was swung at the gate of Zhenfusi, spraying out a sword energy that was as long as a piece of white silk, and swept straight towards the houses on the opposite street.
Wherever the sword energy struck, the horse was split into two horizontally, and the stone brick wall collapsed from the middle.
Talisman·Wind Prison.
Lian Xuanxiao moved the five fingers of his left hand together, dotting and sweeping in the air, and drew a complex and obscure talisman in an instant.
The omnipresent spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges towards the talisman, flowing and running along the lines of the strokes.
Buzz——
The air is frozen.
This is not a description of the atmosphere, but a cold reality.
The originally light and ethereal air became as thick and thick as gel,
The sword energy speeding along the street was continuously slowed down until it disintegrated and dissipated invisible at the gate of the house.
Can't breathe.
The old man's face turned red quickly, and his chest kept rising and falling, but he couldn't get even a drop of air.
The soldiers around him also suffered from suffocation, their faces were bruised, and they fell to their knees.
But with a flick of Lian Xuanxiao's finger, all the staff of the Zhenfu Department, including Qi Ji, were ejected by invisible force and landed outside the Administration Square.
Now!
Seeing that Lian Xuanxiao was distracted in dealing with the soldiers of the Zhenfu Division,
Ghost Spade's pupils shrank and he kicked the soles of his feet to the ground.
Boom!
The bluestone brick surface cracked with spider web-like cracks, and the entire ground was sunken.
Ghost Spade's whole body was like an arrow from a string, rushing straight towards Lian Xuanxiao high in the sky.
The mottled rust on the surface of the machete continuously oozed stinking blood, cutting open the solidified air in front of him, forming a cone-shaped pale airflow around him.
Under the night, there was an angry, shrill, and determined roar.
The ghost shovel roared angrily, breaking through the obstruction of the wind prison, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed towards Lian Xuanxiao with the blade forward.
The mountain chief raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes reflected the ferocious expression of Ghost Spade, the bloodthirsty mouth with intertwined canines on his abdomen, and the bloody blade.
Zheng!!!
Sword clash,
The gelatinous air undulated violently like a tsunami,
The shock wave spread crazily in all directions in the form of a pale wave surface until it broke through the periphery of the Wind Prison Talisman.
Boom!!!
The deafening explosion resounded throughout Chang'an City.
The howling wind even suppressed the giant toothed whale oil fire on the roof of nearby Fangshi.
Several businessmen who were busy putting out fires in various places froze.
Most of the Xunyun Realm monks in the city also sensed the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, and they all looked in the direction of Banzhengfang.
"Mr. Rao He's frosty knife?"
The mountain leader held up his sword and asked calmly: "I didn't expect it would be in your hands, and it would become like this."
Ghost Spade did not answer,
The muscles on his face trembled, and scarlet blood oozed from between his teeth.
Tsk!
Countless blood spurted out from the whole body of Ghost Spade, and his right hand was broken every inch due to the huge force.
It was completely separated at the elbow, turned into indistinguishable rotten flesh, and fell to the ground.
"Ouch——"
The huge mouth that had been closed tightly in the belly of the ghost shovel suddenly burst out and bit Shan Chang's wrist.
In the flash of light and stone, the mountain chief let go of the hilt of the sword, and the energy in his palm surged. While pushing the opponent away, he retracted the long sword, slashed with his backhand, and cut off the ghost shovel's legs.
The huge mouth on the ghost spade's abdomen failed to bite, and he immediately opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and the tip of his tongue hit the long sword.
With the force of reverse push, the ghost shovel is pushed to fall to the ground.
Opportunity!
The ape-sou immediately flew to the sky and caught the ghost shovel in the air, which broke one arm and two legs.
He tried his best to cut through the wind prison obstacle in front of him with his sword, and flew to the west gate of the city with his companions.
Escape!
The old man gasped for breath, and along the way he kept throwing hundreds of talismans prepared in advance towards the city below.
Heat Talisman, Sand Trap Talisman, Electric Light Talisman, Burning Talisman, Water Dragon Talisman...
Although these talismans are all at the level of Xunyun Realm, the aura of the brushstrokes in them comes from the apex of the talisman monks - the divine talisman master.
A heat wave swept across the ground, the land melted into sand, and electric light exploded in all directions.
Talisman masters spend their mental and spiritual energy to write the Cloud Patrol Talisman, which not only doubles in power, but also consumes much less energy on the releaser.
So that the ape old man can escape and get lost.
As the head of the academy, Lian Xuanxiao must take into account the safety of the people of Chang'an.
The fact is just as Yuan Sou imagined. After he threw the talisman and bombed Chang'an City, the pressure in the rear that was like a gangrene on the bones was quickly relieved.
Carrying the bloody shovel on his back, the old man flew over the west wall of the city and finally escaped from Chang'an City.
He looked back from the corner of his eye, almost frightened out of his wits——
Lian Xuanxiao flicked the five fingers of his left hand, and at a high level, he actually delayed the activation process of all the talismans through the air.
With a wave of his hand, the talismans shot straight into the sky and exploded high in the sky, turning into fire and thunder, unable to harm the people of Chang'an.
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