The filthy blood with a shallow layer of dust floating on the surface slowly flowed along the road, forming a pool of blood in front of it.
Without hesitation, Li Ang pulled out the glowing crossbow from his arms and pulled the trigger towards the ape-sou.
The light points composed of spiritual energy condense rapidly to form a ball of light, which shoots out along the arrow trough.
Yuan Sou still stood on the same spot, the reflection of the light ball gradually enlarging in his eyes.
Buzz!
The shadow of the sword flashed so fast that it was impossible to see clearly,
The long sword in Yuan Sou's hand was pointed diagonally at the ground, and bright spots of light like fireworks bloomed in front of him.
He wandered through the slowly dissipating rain of light, unscathed.
Li Ang's pupils shrank, and with his vision enhanced by ink silk, he could barely see clearly what happened just now - the ape old man held a sword flower and circled several times around the light ball shot by the glow crossbow.
The silky sword intent released from the sword tip penetrated the light ball, canceling out all the spiritual energy contained in it, making the explosion completely harmless.
The purity of the sword's will and the control of its power have reached the pinnacle.
"Don't even move!"
The shouts of curses in Turkic language came from far and near, and the Turkic monks stationed in Tongluo City came galloping over and surrounded the intersection.
Tongluo City is located in the hinterland of Turks. It is neither big nor small. Among the Turkic monks stationed here, there is only one patrolling the clouds, and the rest are in the listening rain realm.
Upon seeing this, Li Ang pulled the trigger of the glow crossbow three times in succession toward Yuan Sou.
The right arm summoned the talisman plate, facing the ground, and blasted out two talismans.
Wind and sand talisman, whirlpool talisman.
In an instant, a strong wind blew up, throwing up sand and dust,
All the dust was swept up by the tornado, forming a sandstorm that obscured him and He Siping.
"Walk!"
Li Ang roared at He Siping, stomped on the ground, and fled away from the ape-sou. He Siping also transformed into a sword light to follow.
Zhaoming's ape old man and ghost spade appeared in Tongluo City at the same time. This was obviously not an accident.
There must be a traitor in Chang'an City who leaked information about this team to Zhao Ming.
Who could it be?
The only people who knew about this matter were those who were in the Xianju Palace back then.
The emperor, the prince, the prime minister, the sacrificial wine, the commander of the Zhenfu Department, plus He Siping and others.
No one has any motive to betray Yu State.
Could it be that someone in the Turkic caravan they were in was a Zhaoming traitor?
With his thoughts racing in his mind, Li Ang jumped onto the roof, using all his strength to activate his telekinesis, and ran forward, jumping more than ten meters with each pedal step.
Wherever it went, the tiles on the roofs of houses were shattered, as if a hurricane had passed by.
"Where do you want to escape to?"
A faint, low voice suddenly sounded from the front.
Li Ang suddenly stopped and his boots crushed more than a dozen glazed tiles, revealing the roof beams of the wooden structure below.
He Siping also withdrew from the sword light, his face solemn.
At the end of the roof, a burly figure blocked the way.
The ghost shovel, wearing a blood-stained butcher's apron, slowly picked off the remaining pieces of meat on the machete with rough and cracked nails.
"He Siping, Li Ang."
Ghost Spade said in a low voice: "One is the promising assistant to the crown prince of Yu State and the future prime minister of a country.
One is one of the youngest academy patrols in the history of Yu State.
I wonder how the flesh and blood of you two tastes."
The moment the word "like" was spoken, the ghost shovel crossed a long distance and appeared in front of He Siping. The machete in his hand was raised high and struck down heavily.
There are no fancy sounds and lights, no swaying sword intent,
Just pure and brutal strength and speed.
He Siping's pupils suddenly shrank, and the long sword in his hand struggled to keep up with the speed of the machete, blocking the path of the blade.
Subsequently,
boom--
He was slashed away with a knife, his back smashed through three walls of a house, and his whole body crashed into the ground of the second house behind.
Smoke and dust filled the air,
Li Ang glanced at the direction where He Siping disappeared from the corner of his eyes. After getting along with him for the past few days, he also knew that Senior Brother He, who was admired and respected by Cheng Juxiu, was a more powerful monk in the Cloud Patrol Realm than Cheng Juxiu and Sui Yi.
It is only one step away from the Zhuxiao Realm.
But this step turned out to be a natural chasm.
He pursed his lips tightly, pulled out a three-edged gun disguised as a cane from his waist, and stabbed Ghost Spade in the head.
During the thrusting process, the triangular gun rapidly ejected one section at a time.
I may only have this chance to take action.
Time seems to have been slowed down a lot,
Thoughts were swirling in Li Ang's mind, and countless ink threads were swimming through his body, covering the muscles under the skin.
Through the palm, it flows into the triangular spear, like a dye, covering the surface of the spear with a dark color.
In the fast world that is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, the tip of the triangular gun blade is reinforced layer by layer with ink. As long as it is stabbed,
The countless silk threads attached to it can cut the target's skin and flesh into pieces of flesh and blood.
Boom!
The tip of the gun blade failed to hit Ghost Spade's head. The latter raised his palm, and the large, jagged mouth cracked in his palm bit the blade of the triangular gun, making it difficult for him to move further.
Ghost Spade looked down at Li Ang with deep and cold eyes.
He turned his palm slightly, and the big mouth in his palm clicked, biting off the blade of the three-edged gun and throwing it away.
Then, he slapped Li Ang on the heart with a palm.
boom!
Li Ang flew out, destroying more houses, and his whole body was buried by the rubble and bricks of the collapsed building.
"how?"
The ape-souled man walked over with a smile on his face, his sword dripping with blood, and he had obviously eliminated the Turkic monks stationed in Tongluo City.
“It doesn’t taste right.”
Ghost Spade said slowly, the jagged mouth in his palm was chewing a piece of minced meat torn from Li Ang's heart, "The aura of the spiritual veins is very indifferent."
"After all, he is a hypocritical genius with only six spiritual veins. It is normal for his spiritual veins to be indifferent."
The old man curled his lips and said.
Both he and Ghost Spade have the habit of eating people. However, he mainly eats people because he likes it, and Ghost Spade has another reason besides his own preference - the skills practiced by Ghost Spade can take away other people's spiritual veins.
For own use.
Every time a so-called cultivation genius is eaten, the ghost shovel will become stronger.
"Business matters are important. Let's keep Li Ang alive and kill the rest."
The old man glanced casually at the collapsed house on the left. The long sword in his hand was directed towards the direction where He Siping was lying down, and he casually swung a sword energy.
laugh--
The sword energy was like tearing rags, easily shattering all the fallen stones.
The Turkic people who were trapped in the houses were cut into pieces without even humming.
Seeing that the sword energy was about to cover where He Siping was,
clang!
A long sword with red silk tassels fell from the sky and penetrated deeply into the soil. Like an eternal reef on the coastline, it intercepted the sword energy released by the ape old man.
The sword energy spread vertically and horizontally, leaving straight and deep traces on the surface of the surrounding collapsed rocks.
The figure floated down, pulled out the long sword from the soil, and glanced sharply at Zhao Ming and Zhao Ming.
The imperial palace enshrines Shen Tuyu.
This chapter has been completed!