No matter whether Yan Lingji agreed or not, Jingzhou held her up with one hand, stepped on the rubble, and ran towards the dark place of the night.
Jing Zhou took Yan Lingji through several streets and stopped at an alley.
"Where are the people? Don't you want to see a magic trick?"
Yan Lingji took two steps forward. The place was empty. Not to mention the jugglers, there weren't even any mice.
"Ahem, this magician hasn't arrived yet. Of course we're a little early, but the moonlight tonight is pretty good. You just need to admire the moonlight first." Jing Zhou smiled awkwardly and took out the wine from his waist.
pot and started to drink.
The empty alleyway was eerily quiet, with only a full moon hanging high in the sky, and the milky white moonlight shone on the walls, reflecting the white light.
After waiting for a while, seeing that the surroundings were still quiet, Jingzhou couldn't help but tell what Wei Zhuang had said: "Damp and dark corners are full of ferocious beasts, ready to tear innocent and weak prey to pieces at any time."
I have to say that when it comes to being cool, Wei Zhuang has never lost!
Even in front of the air, a person can talk to himself. He is indeed a cool and amazing person!
Yan Lingji said: "What do you want to say? Even if there are wild beasts in the dark, what will happen? Will it light up when you light a fire?"
Jingzhou shook his head and said, "Haha, that's not what I said, but what the white-haired man from Zilanxuan said."
Hearing the white-haired man, Yan Lingji's face became more solemn, and that sword is still deeply imprinted in her mind.
The sword is like lightning and the power is like a mountain, making people unable to resist.
Even in Baiyue, she had never seen such a terrifying sword.
The Wushuang Ghost is extremely brave and can break mountains and rocks, but at least it can make people react. Only that sword seems to be able to take away people's minds. Although the eyes can clearly see the trajectory of the sword, the body cannot move even half an inch.
If the man in front of her hadn't taken the risk for her, she felt that she would have been seriously injured under that sword.
Yan Lingji lowered her head and asked, "Who is that person? With his skills, how can he be an unknown person?"
Jingzhou said: "The descendant of Guigu."
"Yes, with his skills, it is indeed difficult to be ordinary. It won't be long before you can hear about his reputation."
"Pulling, fluttering"
The sound of a bird flapping its wings rang out in the dead night.
Yan Lingji looked up and saw a flock of crows flying over in the distance.
"Haha, here it comes, take a look!"
Jingzhou pointed his swords together, and the aura of a wandering dragon surged out of his body. As the sword fingers swung, they violently turned into a sword of light, dyeing the night into aqua blue, and the sword light like a waterfall was directed at the group.
The crow shoots away.
The Soul Xi Longyou technique can release the spirit of a wandering dragon to attack in a wide range. It can also be transformed into a three-legged golden crow, and it can also be condensed into a wandering dragon to restrain the attack. It can be said to have endless magical uses.
Now Jingzhou's sword energy was just integrated into the dragon's energy, causing the form of the dragon's energy to change. Although it was a large-scale attack, the power was not weaker at all.
Yan Lingji narrowed her eyes. The momentum just now suddenly made her heart palpitate. The strength of the person in front of her was really unfathomable.
Not only does he know the art of changing Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, but he can also use such breathtaking sword energy. In terms of that momentum alone, he is no less than the descendant of Guigu.
The crows immediately dispersed and flew in all directions, but their speed was much slower than that of a lightsaber.
"Puff puff puff puff."
"Puff puff puff puff."
Each crow was immediately shot through by the lightsaber, turning into black gas and disappearing into the air, leaving only a few black feathers falling on the ground.
"Oh~ This is not a real crow, it's really interesting~ I wonder if this last crow will also turn into black air and disappear." Yan Lingji waved her hand, and flames appeared in the air, like lanterns.
Make the surrounding area brightly illuminated.
Then fire butterflies flew out from her fingertips and landed on the black feathers.
Within a few moments, all the feathers on the ground were burned to the ground.
As if in response to Yan Lingji's words, the last crow turned into a man in black in the air, pulled out a short sword from his arm, and held it in front of him.
"Dang Dang Dang"
"Dang Dang Dang"
A series of lightsabers hit the dagger, knocking the man in black down from the air.
The man in black put away his dagger and twisted his neck. He didn't feel any nervousness at all. Instead, he looked at the two people in front of him and pinched his chin to taste: "Well, well, you are good, your kung fu is really good."
"I think you must have saved her. The general who still suffered a loss always thought it was the remnants of Baiyue who did it."
"That's right, with your strength, it's not easy to save someone."
Being looked at unscrupulously by the man in black, Yan Lingqi sneered and casually summoned a ball of flames to hit him.
"Yo yo yo, I originally wanted to give you nine points, but now I think eight points is too much. What kind of fun is this little girl playing with!"
"Don't you know how to play with fire and burn yourself?"
The man in black swayed and easily dodged the flames.
"Playing with fire and burning yourself? Then be careful~ You can hide from one flame, but what about ten?"
"I don't know if you can hide anymore, but don't accidentally become a roasted crow~"
Yan Lingji raised her hands slightly, and there were flames standing on her ten slender fingers. The flames rose fiercely, and the color changed from warm yellow to fiery red. They flew away from her fingertips and headed towards the man in black like a storm.
swept away.
"Hahaha, the little girl has a bad temper. Now I think giving you seven points is too much!"
The black shadow body flashed one after another, so fast that it seemed to merge with the night, and no one could be seen. Only the voice kept echoing around: "How about, I can avoid one flame, and I can avoid ten flames of course."
Get through it!”
"This light skill is indeed powerful." Jing Zhou admired in his heart. Although Mo Ya is not a serious person, his strength should not be underestimated. He is much more powerful than Bai Feng. Under the criss-crossing sword energy of shark teeth, he is still capable.
He retreated calmly. Although Yan Lingji's flames were dense, they couldn't do anything to him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jingzhou smiled and said: "Mo Crow, the leader of Ji Wuye's Hundred Birds Organization, a sharp weapon for killing people."
"Oh? Do you know me?" The flame disappeared, and the ink crow landed lightly on the ground, looking towards the voice.
Compared with the seemingly powerful flames, he was more afraid of the lightsaber from before.
"Of course I know him, the person with the highest martial arts among all the birds, especially the light kung fu."
Mo Ya still looked careless. Although the opponent was prepared, he was not afraid. He was extremely confident in his own Qinggong. He could always escape if he couldn't defeat him.
As long as you are fast enough, you can escape the threat of death!
Mo Ya crossed his arms and stared at the mysterious patterns on Jingzhou's sleeves, saying, "I think the robbery of the treasure chest before I came here must have something to do with you."
The sword energy emitted by that lightsaber was not inferior to the sword at all.
Only then did he understand why he had searched the entire South Korea at night but could not find the person who robbed the treasure chest.
It turns out that this man didn't have a sword at all, but used his inner strength to inspire his sword energy.
As a swordsman, he actually has no sword in his hand, which somewhat subverts Mo Crow's perception.
In this world dominated by swords, there are only a few people who don't know how to use swords.
Even if they are not swordsmen, many people will wear a sword to show their status.
Jingzhou nodded and smiled, "So what if I did it? Ji Wuye gave me a box of treasures for nothing, how can I not accept it?"
If this treasure is in front of Mr. Jing, wouldn't it be detrimental to his reputation if he pushes it away?
But compared to that box of treasures, Jing Zhou was more interested in Mo Crow.
Although Ji Wuye has many people under his command, Mo Crow is the only one who can be used.
At this moment, Bai Feng is still a young boy, and his temperament and martial arts are quite different from Mo Crow's.
In terms of strength, Mo Ya is probably about the same as Tianze, but much stronger than Yan Lingji, Baidu King, and the Corpse Exorcist.
Especially Mo Ya's potential, when he was on the verge of death, he could rely on the advantage of Qinggong to temporarily suppress Ji Wuye. It would be a pity if such a person died at the hands of Ji Wuye.
If possible, Jing Zhou would like to recruit Mo Ya to his men.
"Haha, you are very courageous. Do you know what kind of enemy you are going to face? The fall of night is not the darkest moment, because the nightmare has not begun yet." Mo Crow's eyes kept wandering around Jingzhou, pondering.
The meaning is getting stronger.
Even though he knew that Ji Wuye was extremely cruel, and even though he was used as a knife to kill people for Ji Wuye from beginning to end, Mo Ya never thought that one day he would betray Ji Wuye.
Because the power of night is enough to overturn the entire South Korea!
Jingzhou said indifferently: "So what if the nightmare has begun? I am more interested in you than the nightmare. Ji Wuye is not a master worthy of your life."
"A good sword, if it falls into the hands of someone who doesn't know how to sword, will be buried in vain."
Mo Ya dodged and stabbed Jing Zhou's chest with a black feather in his right hand, smiling strangely: "Then let me see your strength and whether you are qualified to use a good sword!"
"Haha, at least more qualified than Ji Wuye!" Jing Zhou turned around, dodged the feather in Mo Ya's hand, and kicked it from bottom to top.
"boom!"
There was an explosion in the air, and the kick came hard and fast. The air flow carried by it blew the hair on Mo Ya's forehead flying everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, he kicked Mo Ya's arm.
"Click"
There was a crisp sound.
Mo Crow frowned and took advantage of this slight gap to quickly retreat.
"They say your light kung fu is unparalleled in the world and unmatched by anyone. Yes, your speed is indeed not slow."
While talking, Jing Zhou kicked out several more kicks, each one faster than the other.
The shadow of the legs fills the sky, looking from a distance, it looks like a ball of purple light.
"How can this be!"
Mo Ya's pupils shrank sharply, as if he had seen a ghost.
No matter how Mo Crow dodges, those leg shadows will kick him impartially as if they predict the direction of his dodge in advance.