"If you have the chance, run away first and leave me alone!"
Zhuo Ya took a step back and whispered to Ming Che very softly.
Of course she understood that as the Holy Son of Light in the temple, if Mingche was discovered by someone about what he had done tonight, what would be the consequences.
Without making a sound, Mingche just took out her dagger from the ring, quietly put it into her hand, and then stepped forward to protect her.
"Catch them alive!"
Gong Ao spoke coldly, and several red-clothed priests and warriors behind him immediately rushed towards Mingche.
Ming Che raised his hand, and a water channel appeared silently in the corridor, roaring and rolling up several meters of water and sweeping everyone along.
All the priests and warriors were engulfed by the waves one after another and rushed out of the corridor. Gong Ao spread his wind wings and came halfway, narrowly escaping the disaster.
"Walk!"
After roaring a word, Mingche clapped his hands lightly, and a flash of aqua blue light flashed. Then he raised his hands as if dancing, and his fingers moved through the air lightly.
In mid-air, the water element fluctuated violently.
Countless water arrows suddenly formed and hit Gong Ao, who had just flown up.
A series of mystical arts were used ingeniously and in one go, demonstrating his astonishing divine power and fighting talent.
Mingche doesn't know how to fight and doesn't like hurting people, but that doesn't mean he's really stupid. How could a boy who was spotted by the Great Priest Guangming at a young age be stupid?!
Before, he just didn't want to hurt others.
Faced with such an attack, Gong Ao's face also showed solemnity. As he raised his right hand, a water-blue wind wall immediately formed above his head, meeting the water arrows that hit him.
The wind and water hit each other, making a loud noise like hail hitting rocks.
Zhuo Ya jumped out from behind Ming Che, but instead of running away, she flew up and grabbed Gong Ao in mid-air with the dagger in her hand. Seeing her flying away, Gong Ao's eyes suddenly showed a fierce look.
"Damn it!"
With a low curse, the five fingers of his left hand bloomed like petals.
With each finger flicked, a water-blue wind flow overflowed, and the five fingers were like five storms, rushing towards Zhuo Ya.
Li Qiye had said before that he was not even qualified to be her enemy.
After throwing Mo Li into the ninth level of purgatory, Gong Ao, like Ming Che, was training hard. He wanted to prove that he was qualified to be in that position, qualified to be anyone's enemy, and qualified to make the world fearful and look up to him.
The Temple of Light and Punishment have always fought openly and secretly.
For the Holy Son of Light, Ming Che, Gong Ao has always regarded him as his number one competitor.
His biggest wish has always been to defeat Ming Che, but he never thought that the person he was fighting now would be Ming Che, who never knew how to fight.
Ming Che frowned, light flashed between his left fingers, and a talisman disappeared.
Two streams of water appeared in mid-air, wrapping around Zhuo Ya's body like a water balloon.
Puff puff!
Several blasts of wind hit the water ball one after another. When the blast passed, the water ball also cracked and became invisible.
Zhuo Ya's body fell, but her two palms were raised at the same time.
In mid-air, two pieces of light silver and light green mist overflowed from her palm.
Her strongest attack is not martial arts or swordsmanship, but poison. After months of experience in the ninth level of purgatory, and inspired by Li Qiye, her poison-using skills have also become more and more advanced.
The silver mist is very obvious in mid-air. Relatively speaking, the light cyan mist almost blends into the night, making it difficult to identify.