The flickering firelight gave the ghostly face that had fallen into the mist a slightly more eerie look.
It was quiet in the fog.
The ghost-faced woman and the beggar faced each other silently across the cell door.
Can a lock and a wooden fence stop the ghost-faced man?
Can't stop it.
So at this moment, apart from the one who is about to commit the crime and the one who is about to die, is there a third party who appears in time?
have.
There was a noise at the end of the corridor, and many officials in soap clothes suddenly appeared in the mist.
"Crash!" Blocking the entrance, a bunch of arms were raised!
Although Capt. Xing didn't pay too much attention to this plan to trap the murderer, he still sent a team of yamen servants, a total of twelve people and twelve Zhang Jin slaves, to help.
Zhang Yi and the six men were eager to do their best, so they guarded the door; the government officials were lazy, thinking of perfunctory work, so they hid in the cell. If they hadn't heard the sound of fighting at the door, they would probably still be sleeping soundly.
This is a good time, the positive one has lost its advantage, but the paddling one has blocked the real owner, and he is about to make a great achievement!
The leader of the squad cheered up, steadied the slave, pointed at the ghost-faced man, and shouted loudly:
"Witch! I'm going to catch you without mercy!"
But the next second, when the formation of twelve slaves was completed, a voice came out:
"put!"
time.
The dense string sounds are connected into one.
The random arrows are like locusts, shooting at them.
The corridor is narrow, only large enough for two people to walk side by side, and there is no extra space to dodge. The only way to deal with it is to draw the sword and fire the arrows.
But the arrows were too fast, too dense, and too close. Even Li Changan's magical swordsmanship had to use "Wind Control" to deflect and slow down the arrows before he could cope with them.
People often brag in the market that a certain person has superb swordsmanship and can cut off thousands of arrows with just one sword whirling around in front of thousands of people, without being hurt at all.
What's more, if you dance with a sword that can't be beaten by rain or splashed by water...that shouldn't be called swordsmanship, it should be called magic!
It's not something that ordinary people can do with just their martial arts.
Of course, under the tension of ten Jin slaves, the ghost-faced man was shot into a hedgehog without any reaction, and then...
Bo.
It dispersed into a puff of light smoke.
It’s actually a phantom again!
"A blind trick!"
The class leader screamed.
"Where has she hidden?"
"Be careful of sneak attacks!"
The government officials panicked, abandoned their bow slaves, drew out their swords one after another, and huddled back to back, fearing that the ghost-faced girl would suddenly appear in the mist and wipe their necks.
But they are completely self-indulgent, and the target of the Ghost Face Man has never been them.
But a loud bang was heard from the roof beam above the beggar's head.
A big hole suddenly opened in the roof.
Broken tiles fell like rain, rustling and falling.
The ghost-faced woman came down from the beam with a sharp sword in hand, and a bit of cold light hit the beggar's heart.
Outside the prison, the government officials were in a mess, and there was no time to rescue him; inside the prison, the beggar was in a state of confusion, with no reaction to dodge. His face was blank, and his cloudy eyes reflected the ghostly face, pushing the cold light and approaching quickly.
He will be killed on the spot!
sudden.
A strange-looking small bottle popped out of the rotten straw mat next to it and shot toward the Ghost-Faced Man.
The ghost-faced girl flicked the beggar away with her sword, turned around, and stabbed the beggar with the tip of her sword again.
But it was just such a momentary delay.
Another flash of sword light jumped out of the rotten straw mat, coming later and catching the fatal cold light.
The ghost-faced girl remained silent, but with a flick of her wrist, the cold light scattered into little stardust, fluttering and falling all over the prison; and the light of the sword protecting the beggar also rose sharply, turning into a white python with shining scales, coiling around Get up and swallow up all the "stardust" in the room!
All of a sudden.
All I could hear was "dinging bells", like random beads rolling down a jade plate.
The crisp, melodious and murderous sound of the clash filled the room.
After counting the interest.
Seeing that the opportunity was gone, the ghost-faced girl stepped on the "white python", and her long skirt suddenly rose in the air, like a butterfly flapping its wings, leading her back lightly and landed in a corner of the prison.
The eyes hidden behind his face turned over and saw the white python-like sword light retracting back and falling into the hands of a young Taoist with short hair. It was a simple and unpretentious long sword.
His eyes turned slightly again, passing over the sluggish beggar, and landed on the rotten straw mat that had been opened next to him. There was a hole there for people to stay.
At this time, there were some chaotic shouts outside the prison. It turned out that the squad leader had calmed down and was beating and scolding his subordinates to string the slave arrows.
There can be no further delay!
She turned around, her red skirt floated, and the sword light swept over her again.
…
"Snapped."
Li Changan swatted a fat mosquito lying on his face to death.
Then he pulled out a centipede from his sleeve.
Damn it! Where did so many bugs come from in this broken cell?
While muttering in his mind, he raised his sword to guard against the ghost-faced woman.
He was not in a hurry, waiting for the government officials to come and round him up was a safe and worry-free option.
But the other party would never think so.
The ghost-faced woman turned around and transformed into four identical people in the blink of an eye.
Three of them took the Taoist priests' upper, middle and lower routes, while the remaining one pounced on the beggar next to him.
The prison is only such a big place.
As soon as the opponent's toes moved, the sword edge was approaching in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Either save yourself or save others, without giving a third option at all.
But the Taoist priest only twitched his nose. First he failed to save the beggar, and secondly he ignored the three sword blades that were aimed at his vitals. Instead, he blindly pointed at the void next to him and stabbed quickly.
"Qiang!"
The four incoming sword blades collided with the Taoist priest and the beggar. Instead of seeing their flesh and blood fly away, the opponent and his sword collapsed into several puffs of smoke.
However, the mist-covered place pointed by the Taoist priest's long sword erupted with the sound of gold and iron clashing.
The mist shakes.
Er.
The ghost-faced woman suddenly appeared, then immediately pulled away and retreated.
It's still that corner, still speechless, with the deserted look of a ghost facing people, but the trembling rapier in his hand reveals (harmoniously) that his heart may not be as peaceful as his appearance.
…
He had known for a long time that the murderer had special powers, so how could Li Changan be unprepared?
Capt. Xing has long made it clear that this murderer is not only very skilled, but also good at using deception and hiding through mist. The last time the government set up a heavy ambush, she relied on this kind of magic to sneak into the crowd and kill people. Kill the target and escape calmly.
Li Changan was hiding in the cave and didn't know how to deal with the other two groups, but his own method was to throw out the small bottle earlier.
It's not a rare item either.
Before leaving, I bought an unscented toilet water online to prevent mosquitoes in the wilderness.
To ordinary people, the smell is weak and almost non-existent; but under Chonglong Yu... the Taoist laughed, turned around and pushed towards another empty corner.
…
In terms of pure swordsmanship, it is not difficult for Li Changan to deal with the ghost-faced woman.
However, its movement skills are very difficult to control. It is like a ghost in the fog or a fish swimming in the water. It comes and goes, elusive, and is fast and completely violates the laws of physics. The Taoist speculates that it must be combined with some kind of magic. .
If they were to face each other in an open place, the two would still have a struggle, but now they are in a narrow and cramped prison... Li Changan's thoughts changed, and his sword posture changed accordingly, from fast, accurate, and clever to wide open. Together, they use the weight of the long sword in their hands to bully the lightness of the opponent's short sword.
The ghost-faced girl did not dare to confront him head-on. She only made her body movements faster and more ghostlike, and the sword in her hand seemed to be dispersed into the mist, mixed with dots of sharp edges covering the Taoist priest's body.
Li Changan did not panic, instead holding the sword in both hands, he picked up the sword and demolished it one by one.
If an outsider had seen it, they would probably think that Li Changan was clumsy in handling the sword and was struggling to cope with the fierce attack of the ghost-faced girl. But to an insider, it was the Taoist who was moving step by step, gradually trapping the ghost-faced girl in a corner. between.
"If there are no accidents, we can take her down within ten moves."
Li Changan thought to himself.
But is this ghost-faced girl really so easy to defeat?
The Taoist priest habitually glanced around with the corner of his eye, but just one glance made him almost curse.
However, I saw that the gang of government officials had already re-strung their strings, but they were just huddled outside the prison, and pointed all their slave arrows at the room, as if to save trouble, they killed the two people in the fight at once.
Infinite Heavenly Lord! You know that the servants have the darkest eyes!
Li Chang'an quickly forced the ghost-faced woman back with a sword, and retreated back to the beggar. However, the ghost-faced woman was also very cunning. She had already seen what was going on at the Yamen's side, and she clung to Li Chang'an.
The body's law was erratic, and the Taoist priest couldn't help her, so he could only listen.
"put!"
Arrows came flying like rain.
Fortunately, Li Changan had already freed up one hand, pointed at the decision, and pressed down.
"The wind is coming!"
In an instant.
The strong wind blew in through the holes in the roof.
Dangji swept away the twelve slave arrows, and then without stopping, he laughed wildly, circled, and turned into a huge wave with a crash, mixed with rubble, dust, and mosquitoes, sweeping away in all directions.
After a while.
The Taoist priest put away the strong wind and saw the fog in the prison swept away, revealing the crumbling beams and a mess all around. And the gang of government officials were swept into the wind by the furious Li Changan, and they were turned upside down from the inside out.
The wheels were piled in the corner and groaning miserably.
He looked back at the prison again.
The cell door was open, but where was the figure of the ghost-faced woman?