Chapter Thirty-Eight Spirit Master Ambush and Kill
"It's a spiritual master!"
With an angry roar, Yin Yang held a knife in his right hand, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing out of the car window. The next moment, there was only a soft "cang" sound, and several miserable groans came from the window.
And the cloud-turning car finally landed on the ground, and the whole car body emitted a huge earthquake. Zong Shou let go of his hand at the moment the car body fell. The whole person flew in the air, and it was not until the force of the back shock of the car body subsided that he became light and airy.
He fell down. Then he quickly reached the ground, deliberately avoiding the car windows on both sides. He then lifted up a coffee table in front of him and blocked it in front of him.
A series of actions took less than a breath. Almost at the same time, two shuttles and three talismans rushed in from the right side of the car window. They exploded in mid-air, and countless needles filled the sky.
Ice rain exploded in all directions in the carriage.
A full half of it was nailed to the coffee table in front of Zong Shou, making a series of "ding ding snatching" sounds.
After this icy rain, several groups of black mist exploded on both sides of the cloud-turning car. It was already night at this time, and the heavy rain poured down, making it difficult to see even one's fingers. When the black mist filled the air, the cloud-turning car was surrounded by hundreds of feet.
Inside, it became even more difficult to see.
Zong Shou's brows suddenly raised, killing Lian Lian, these people really wanted his life!
He bit his fingertips suddenly and used the blood as ink to draw two very simple runes on the sides of his eyes and ears. One was 'earsight' and the other was 'eyesight'.
Immediately, several streams of cool air flowed in from the sky and the earth. Almost all sounds within fifty feet could not be missed by Zong Shou. His field of vision suddenly became brighter. Although he was still unable to reach far, he could clearly see everything around him.
land of ten feet.
Only two black figures were seen, using the cover of the fog to quietly pass through the car window.
But before these two people could clearly see the surrounding situation, two white lights had already shuttled from Zong Shou's sleeves and penetrated into the throats of these two people.
Two silver-white flying knives from willow leaves directly tore the vocal cords and trachea. The two black figures only had time to make a 'ho' sound and an almost inaudible hiss before they could no longer make a sound.
Seeing Zong Shou flash over, grab their limp bodies, and then gently put them down until they were firmly on both sides of the carriage. There was not a single sound during the whole process!
The pupils of the two people shrank slightly. This person's methods and movements were actually more sophisticated than them!
Judging from his age, he is only about thirteen years old. Is he really the prince of Tianshan Mountain who is rumored to be incapable of fighting a chicken?
But before they could distinguish it, Zong Shou's fingers touched their foreheads a little harder. After a moment of dizziness, all consciousness of the two people immediately disappeared.
Zong Shou's movements did not stop for even a moment. After picking up the swords in the hands of the two men, he also left the cloud chariot. His movements were as fast as a spirit fox leaping, and they were also silent.
At this moment, outside the car, countless raindrops the size of soybeans were falling in dense numbers. The crackling sound made his eardrums hurt, and it also almost completely blocked the voices of Yin Yang and Chu Xue.
A strong wind swept through, and the cold was as cold as a knife. However, it was unable to disperse the thick black mist.
Just when he left the carriage, Zong Shou drew two more runes on his body, still written in blood, one meaning 'follow the wind' and the other 'shelter from rain'.
When his figure walked into the heavy rain, his whole figure was like a misty air mass, hidden in the wind. When the raindrops fell, they slid to both sides very naturally.
After carefully looking in front of me, I saw a man covered with a scarf, who was looking at the direction of the cloud-turning car with a suspicious look on his face more than ten feet away. He seemed to be wondering why his two companions were so far away.
There is no news. There is a green light in his eyes, and it seems that he is also blessed by Taoism, and he can see things in this black mist.
Zong Shou smiled silently and ran like lightning. Before the man could react, he had already passed through ten feet of space. The sword light flashed, and he shuttled in against the sword light on the other side that was being intercepted in a hurry.
Pierced directly into this man's skull!
Zong Shou twisted the tip of his sword hard, and without taking a closer look at the result of his battle, Zong Shou simply passed this man and continued running eastward.
At the moment when the magic was activated, others could not detect it, but he vaguely recognized that the spiritual master who took action was 90% likely to be in this direction.
This is not just the experience he accumulated after thousands of dangerous fights in the virtual illusion. It is also the confidence of a celestial martial sect in reality!
"These two swords, one is Feng Qian and the other is Shadow Stepping, both are talisman soldiers! They are even better than my Pine Pattern Wind Sword. Where do these people come from?"
In just ten breaths of running, Zong Shou had basically grasped the quality, weight and ability of the two swords in his hands. However, this information made the doubt in Zong Shou's eyes even more intense.
The Pine Pattern Wind Sword cost him a full third-level beast crystal, which was equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver before the spiritual tide started. And the Wind Hidden Sword and the Shadow Stepping Sword were even more valuable than the Pine Pattern Wind Sword.
Above. Even if the price is doubled on the basis of the Songwen Wind Sword, two third-level beast crystals may not be able to be purchased.
Whose manpower is so generous? The third-level monster is equivalent to the combat power of a secret martial artist. It is rare in itself, and it is even more difficult to kill it.
Such a sword, forged by a mid-level spiritual blacksmith, would be regarded as a treasure by even some secret martial masters. It is really suspicious that it is in the hands of these mid-level martial masters at this time.
In mid-air, there was a sudden vibration again. Yin Yang's voice was heard, and he suddenly yelled out the word "kill". A ball of white flames immediately rose into the air, wrapping around a ball of bright sword light.
When the fire knife flashed, a figure that was burnt to charcoal fell from mid-air.
"Why do I feel that there is something wrong with Uncle Yin's aura? It seems to be restricted by some kind of restriction? I felt it when I first created the soul sea last time. This time when he was fighting with others, it was even more obvious -"
Secretly surprised, Zong Shou remained unmoved and did not turn around to tell the difference. He calmly activated the talismans on the two swords.
If before, he was hidden in the wind, and he was still somewhat separated from the wind power. Now, when the 'wind potential' talisman on the sword was activated, Zong Shou's whole person was completely integrated into the strong wind.
Inside.
When the Shadow Step was activated, a layer of black shadow appeared around Zong Shou, covering his figure. The sound under his feet was completely eliminated.
With the help of this wind, Zong Shou ran as fast as a ghost. In just a blink of an eye, he was out of the area shrouded in black mist. However, with the help of these runes, he was still like an invisible black shadow.
Moving within the dense forest. In just ten breaths, I was already 1,700 steps away.
Then, a figure also appeared in the field of vision. He was about thirty years old and dressed in white robes. Even in this dense forest full of mud and heavy rain, he was still spotless.
An extremely simple altar was arranged around him, with two sticks of white wax lit in front and three burning incense sticks inserted in the middle. The ground was dripping with animal blood, forming a yin and yang pattern.
The middle-aged man in white robes, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, stood in the center of the picture, with his left and right yin and yang eyes on his feet, four yellow Taoist talismans suspended in front of him, and his mouth full of thoughts.
At this moment, he opened his eyes and sneered: "You actually found me here. It turns out that there are no capable people around the prince! Since you are here, then die!"
With just a slight movement of his hand, the four Taoist talismans were shot out one after another. Countless water and ice psychic powers gathered in this dense forest and came through the air.
Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, but his figure did not retreat but instead advanced. The speed of his feet immediately increased by a full 30%! Facing the oncoming force of the four ice talismans, he rushed forward quickly.