No! No! No!

When she was forcibly pulled into the alley, Donissa immediately remembered the terrible incident that had happened in the fortress recently, and her daughter's face was swaying in her mind.

She couldn't imagine how her daughter would survive if she died?

Donnissa wanted to struggle, but because of lack of oxygen, her consciousness was blurred; because of lack of oxygen, she had no strength in her whole body.

Now, Donissa has only one thought.

breathe!

She could feel a fishy smell squirting on her face. She vaguely saw a man with a hood approaching her. But unlike the men in the bar who were drunk and approaching her, although this man was also looking at her, he did not like his body. No, this man also liked his body, but he seemed to be choosing food, just like when Donissa went to the store to buy food, she always carefully selected it.

food.

Yes!

In that man's eyes, he is food!

In the alley, a barefoot man in a black cloak, pulling a hood with a barefoot pinched Donissa's neck and pulled her to his side. The man in the hood slowly opened his mouth, and the saliva pulled into a silky shape in his mouth, and sharp teeth appeared behind his upper and lower lips.

He leaned closer to Donissa, trying to bite the woman's neck off, and enjoying the pleasure of the warm flesh and blood sliding into the esophagus, but at this moment, a circle of ghost light suddenly lit up around his neck.

The man was stunned for a moment, his pupils quickly shrank to a little. He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Then he threw Donissa away like garbage, used his hands and feet together, and quickly climbed from the exterior wall of a small building. In a blink of an eye, he had arrived at the rooftop and disappeared on the rooftop.

Donissa fell to the ground, coughing violently, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

After she took a breath, she got up and her voice was hoarse: "Help..."

"Help!"

Soon, the woman's shrill cry for help rang out on the street.

call--

On the rooftop, a gust of wind blew violently, blowing down the man's hood, revealing a face that was indistinguishable.

He seemed to be sensing something, and soon noticed something, rushed forward suddenly, and exploded a circle of air waves on the rooftop.

But when he passed by, his energy was confined nearby and did not overflow. After he left, the energy gradually dissipated. In this way, unless there happened to be a sublimator nearby, even the heavenly powerhouse in the city would not know his existence.

He jumped between the buildings, and the wind slammed into his face, pressing his cloak tightly against him, and he quickly came to the edge of the fortress like a ghost.

The man flashed and came to the wall, swimming silently like a gecko. Finally, he climbed out of the city wall and landed on the desert outside the God of War Castle.

After he identified the direction a little, he moved at high speed. Every time he took a step, he always concentrated his energy under his feet and ejected it, thereby converting it into huge momentum, pushing him to move in the desert like a phantom.

He ran out of dust in the desert. After a while, his pupils kept changing, switching to different colors. When his pupils turned deep red, he saw a small figure floating in the air in the desert in the distance.

The man's pupils immediately shrank to the size of rice grains, and a long and depressing roar was made in his mouth. The roar was filled with excitement and excitement, mixed with a little joy.

It was like something he had been looking for for many days, and now he finally discovered something. The energy he gathered and erupted increased by a level, and his speed increased again, and he quickly approached a sand dune.

In his eyes, the figure became clearer and clearer. It was a seven or eight-year-old human girl. She floated in the air, and her hair was scattered in the air, from the roots to the ends, there was a faint light and rhythm.

The man made a strange, short voice, like a language, but it was definitely not a language on any continent, nor a common language among continents.

Just as the man's attention was fully attracted to the girl in mid-air, a slight voice suddenly caught in his ears.

"Secret Sword...a style...storm pear blossom!"

Suddenly, he noticed an unusual energy reaction above his head. The man kept looking at the sky from a strange angle. He saw that there was a gentle and bright sword light everywhere in the night sky.

At this moment, sword lights hung upside down, pointing at the earth, and suddenly a sword fell like a rainbow, and was extremely fierce and fiercely heading towards the man.

The sword moved, and the remaining sword lights rushed forward and broke through the air, as if a rainstorm suddenly broke out in the night sky.

Facing the sword rain above the head, the man stopped, held his palms, and the yellow sand on the ground was suddenly driven, protruding one by one, and whirling continuously above the man's head, forming a yellow vortex.

The thousands of sword lights in the sky shot up and hit the yellow sand vortex. They were displaced by the invisible but huge torsional force, and then broke down, exploding a ball of silver-white flame.

The sword rain kept falling, and the silver-white fire balls on the ground were rolling and undulating, exploding again and again, causing yellow and dusty smoke to spread, forming a cloud of smoke.

In the dusty smoke, a figure suddenly escaped, and continued to rush towards the sand dunes in the distance and towards the girl who had already fallen to the ground.

"Secret Sword...Si Style...Seeing the Brave!"

A stunning low roar suddenly sounded between the sky and the earth. I saw Ye Tian adjusting the white clothes and scratching them. The green sword in his hand turned into a hazy green meaning like smoke and fog. It looked soft and there seemed to be no focus, but it was a rushing to the bullfighting, a grand and atmospheric meaning.

The white clothes dragged the Qingxia and swept through the night sky, and it had already hit the ground in the blink of an eye.

A circle of shock waves spread instantly, followed by a surging blue smoke, and the light flashed in it, like a scent of clouds.

The yellow sand around them was shaken up and disturbed, and the dust suddenly overflowed.

Someone bumped out of the sand and dust. The man's cloak was left with only a piece of ragged cloth, barely covering his privacy. He was covered in blood and had no idea where his arm was going.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly rose in the dust and hustle and someone walked out, his white clothes and big sleeves swaying.

This man is about forty years old, with a white face and a majestic appearance, and is silently taking down another sword behind him.

The purple long sword came to his hand, and the lightning flashed, and small arcs of electric light popped up from time to time, crackling.

The man with a broken arm squirmed wildly at the wound, and a sudden arm poked out from it, and regeneration was completed in an instant.

He raised his hands, the ground vibrated, and sand belts rose from the ground, and the sand continued to shrink and solidify under the constraints of an invisible force field, turning into yellow spears.

The man who had reborn his arms pushed forward with his hands, and the spears pulled out yellow shadows and shot towards the middle-aged man opposite.

The middle-aged man sneered, and the purple and green swords intertwined a dense light and shadow, shattering the thrown sand spears while pushing towards his opponent.

When the last sand spear was shattered, the middle-aged man's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of his opponent.

This movement method, which was like shrinking into an inch, made the opponent unable to react in time. The middle-aged man floated with his sleeves, swept across the blue sword, and slashed vertically. Two sword lights of one green and one purple intersected on the opponent, forming a "cross".

"Secret Sword...Seven Style...Cross Star!"

The middle-aged man pulled his sword away and walked forward leisurely.

Behind him, the two sword lights of green and purple suddenly grew, forming a bright star that almost illuminated the night.

After the light disappeared, the man lay on the ground, his body was cut into several pieces, and the cutting surfaces were either filled with mist and purple lightning.

But even so, the man seemed to have died. The head, which was split into two sides, still looked at the top of the sand dune, and the girl who had been protected by several figures.

The white clothes that had already walked up the sand dune, the long clothes with big sleeves were scattering into silver light, and then they left.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly on his face, his mind was calm and his demeanor was fully displayed.

At this time, someone on the sand dune said lightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wang."

It was the 'just' Wang Lingjun' who immediately changed into a humble face: "It's a shame to say this. Mr. Tianyang, this is just Wang's duty."

As he said that, Wang Lingjun glanced at a tall red figure not far away, with a very lustful look in his eyes.

At this time, Tianyang asked: "Mr. Wang's secret sword fruit is unique, but why do you have to report the name of the secret sword every time you draw a sword? Could this increase the power of the sword?"

Wang Lingjun's face turned red. The reason why he claimed the name of a secret sword was just to make himself look more majestic and more handsome.

Of course he knew that Tianyang said this on purpose, and he couldn't help but speculate that this young city lord probably didn't like him to show off so much.

Well, remember this!

After Tianyang finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wang Lingjun to respond. He turned around and looked at Xitong, smiling and said, "It's okay."

Today he noticed that someone seemed to be looking for Xitong, so he decided to take the initiative.

So he took Xitong out of the city and asked her to use her abilities. Tianyang guessed that the "thing" looking for Xitong should be able to sense her power, otherwise how can we make sure that Xitong is in the War God Castle?

Sure enough, when Xitong used her ability, she attracted the person out.

Wang Lingjun did not disappoint his expectations and killed the other party easily. Apart from being a little show-off, this "justice" is still a bit powerful.

However, the man's broken hand just now was reborn in an instant. Such ability reminded Tianyang of something.

God's evil!

Just as he was about to recycle those body fragments for research, Tianyang suddenly found that something was wrong with Xitong.
Chapter completed!