Zhao Zuwu covered his face and turned his head. Tian Rong's second grade speech made him so embarrassed that he got goosebumps.
Then again, he really didn't know how to deal with Ning Yan at first. Fortunately, he realized it after seeing the holes corroded by molten blood on Tian Rong's shoulder armor.
The spear in his hand is a standard weapon issued by the military attache. It is mostly used as a guard of honor. It is not actually a real weapon on the battlefield. Of course, the big spear used in honor guard does not mean that it cannot be used at all. After all, it is issued to the Imperial Guards. Who can
It dares to cut corners and is more than enough to cope with daily patrols.
The problem lies in the opponent's blood.
The sticky molten blood is not only incredibly hot, but also has special corrosive properties. The toughness of weapons cast from a single material will be greatly reduced when stained with molten blood. In addition, his marksmanship is extremely domineering, and it has been destroyed several times.
How can it not be broken.
And it is actually very simple to break Ning Yan's molten blood magical power...
Zhao Zuwu thought of this and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, where a dazzling spiritual light suddenly burst out. With a backhand movement, a gilt spear appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The gun body is about one foot long and three inches thick. The head of the gun is in the shape of a tiger's mouth swallowing a blade, and seven colors of light flow throughout the body.
Acquired Lingbao, Qibao Tiger Head Spear!
Tian Rong exclaimed in shock: "How dare you, Zhao Zuwu, hide the spiritual treasure secretly."
"I don't care about that anymore. I will report it to the palace commander later and I will do my best in this battle. Besides..." Zhao Zuwu glanced at him, "I don't believe you didn't hide it."
"Tsk, tsk, I really can't hide it from you." Tian Rong's expression changed, he chuckled, and turned his palm, and a Bafang Han Sword, as black as ink, also appeared in his palm.
The second acquired spiritual treasure.
Zhao Zuwu tore off his tattered gold armor and threw it aside, revealing his strong arms as strong as iron. He shook his gun and concentrated his energy: "I will attack from the front, and you look for opportunities from the flanks."
Tian Rong patted his chest and suddenly became heroic: "That's how it should be! If you and I are brothers together, why worry about not being able to capture this wild dog!"
When talking about his surging heart, he did not forget to shout to Ning Yan: "Liang Gou, did you see it? Although you are quite brave, you have no chance of winning in the face of the precious friendship between my two brothers! You must die!"
Ning Yan saw it.
He was stunned.
Where did this hot-blooded idiot come from? Why did he suddenly start to pull the bonds while fighting...
However, the momentum of these two people has indeed skyrocketed, as if they have opened some hidden stage. What makes Ning Yan even more afraid is that the opponent's appearance has not been exposed until now.
If it is just to simply increase the appearance of a single characteristic such as speed, strength, etc., then that's it. He is afraid of encountering some unheard of weird abilities. Even if he has many methods, he will be capsized if he is not careful.
We must fight quickly...
"I have a solution!"
A familiar shout suddenly sounded in his ears. Ning Yan raised his head blankly and saw that Yan Yan was riding on his neck, holding his hair with her small hands, as if she was riding a tall horse, and said very majesticly: "I have
Find a way to deal with them!"
The girl's petite figure swayed back and forth as Ning Yan's head moved, and her smooth snow muscles rubbed against his neck through the gauze skirt, making him look a little unnatural.
"If you have anything to say, come down first."
"I don't!"
Yan Yan clamped her calves and looked at the raging river of blood at Ning Yan's feet, with disgust on her face: "Where did you learn these evil skills? This dirty blood is dirty and smelly!"
Although the Qianlong Pot can also manipulate blood and energy, what it extracts is the essence of all things, which is the purest energy in the world.
Molten blood is different. The whole body is filled with a disgusting evil aura. Only the sects like Shamanism would delve into this kind of evil magic. She doesn't want to get involved!
Since the girl refused to come down, Ning Yan refused to force her and asked instead: "Then how do you plan to deal with them?"
"Find a secluded place and let them come within ten feet of you."
"One foot?" Ning Yan opened his mouth slightly, pointed at Zhao Zuwu's Qibao Tiger Head Spear, and said with eyes wide open: "His big gun is at least one foot, one foot? I have been pierced!"
Yan Yan pouted and said, "That's it. Let's say three feet. Three feet is not impossible."
Three feet...
Ning Yan's thoughts changed rapidly, and he suddenly had an idea. He pulled the reins, turned around and ran away in the chariot.
"Where can Liang Gou escape?"
Tian Rong shouted and chased after him, Zhao Zuwu followed closely, and with the spirit treasure in hand, the two men's fighting power greatly increased, their true energy surged, and they cut off the rolling river of blood, beating Ning Yan to the point where he could only fight left and right.
shabby.
The three of them fought and walked away, and in a blink of an eye, they were fighting for more than ten times. Seeing that the time was right, Ning Yan's eyes were slightly stern, his shoulders dropped, and he quietly showed his weakness.
"good chance!"
Tian Rong's eyes lit up and he suddenly raised his sword. The sword shone through the cold night and cut off ten of Ning Yan's fingers!
Zhao Zuwu was not willing to let go of the opportunity. He swerved out from the left side of Tian Rong and stabbed Ning Yan between the eyebrows with the force of his spear.
At the critical moment, Ning Yan calmly closed his incomplete palms, and the Purple River Chariot of Blood Hell gradually dissipated, and thick white mist suddenly rose around him.
Zhao Zuwu's sight was immediately obscured by the white mist. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly. As soon as he lost his target, he crossed his gun in front of him and switched from offense to defense. At the same time, he did not forget to warn his companions: "Lean to me and form a formation."
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"good."
Tian Rong responded and quickly stood together with Zhao Zuwu. The two of them supported each other and guarded each other tightly.
Ning Yan was not in a hurry to take action. He took advantage of the cover of his life to retreat and whispered: "Yan Yan, it's up to you."
Yan Yan was already gearing up. When she slapped Ning Yan's Tianling Cap, the Qianlong Pot suddenly revealed its true form and flew into the air. She flipped with her hands, and the Qianlong Pot hanging above Ning Yan's head suddenly erupted into two blue-white auras, and the aura condensed into a whip.
In this shape, it directly wrapped around the spiritual treasures of Zhao Zuwu and Zhao Zuwu.
Tian Rong suddenly felt bad and exclaimed in shock: "What's going on?!"
Zhao Zuwu's face was also ashen, and he also noticed the strange movement coming from Lingbao.
The spiritual treasures in their hands could not help but tremble, as if they were afraid of some unknown existence. The emotion was so strong that it even backfired on their minds!
Yan Yan loudly claimed credit: "I've tied them up! Hurry!"
Ning Yan's eyes flickered, and the blood mist floating around his severed finger instantly went wild!
His memory of his previous fight with Abbot Jingtong was somewhat blurry, but his martial arts knowledge still remained, and now he could barely use some low-end versions of the secret techniques.
Molten Blood Heretic·Ten Hands of Snake Dragon!
The essence and blood of the ten fingers turned into ten blood snakes. Zhao Zuwu and Tian Rong were so distracted that they couldn't move even if they wanted to, and were bitten on the neck.
Ding bang.
Lingbao fell to the ground, and the two of them lost consciousness in the blink of an eye, and their bodies went limp.
"This...this is winning? How did you do it?"
Ning Yan hurriedly repaired the broken finger with the Qianlong Pot, and glanced at the two people lying on the ground, still with a bit of disbelief.
If they hadn't taken out the Lingbao, they might have had to work harder, but they didn't expect that after taking out the Lingbao, they would have been defeated so easily.
Yan Yan put her hands on her hips and said with a proud face: "The weapon spirits of their Lingbao are too weak and they are no match for me! As long as they are within three feet of me, I can forcibly suppress their spirits!"
Ning Yan didn't expect the Qianlong Pot to have such an effect, and his eyes turned hot when he looked at Yan Yan.
As his strength continues to grow, this little girl's abilities will naturally increase. When he reaches the first level in the future, won't he be able to control the world's spiritual treasures?
Just think about it and you will be invincible.
Yan Yan was so frightened by his look that he narrowed his eyes and warned, "Please stop harassing me with such perverted eyes."
Ning Yan's expression was stagnant and his fists were clenched, but now was not the time to chat, the fighting here would definitely arouse Miyagi's vigilance, and he didn't have much time left.
【...Great opportunities lie ahead!】
"Don't rush me, right away..."
While Ning Yan was talking casually about the dog thing, he used his body skills to fly into the air.
After passing the numerous palace walls outside, the road behind was much smoother. The closer he got to Longtuge, the weaker the guard became. He jumped back and forth between the eaves and corners, but he couldn't even hit a single figure.
But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, Longtuge is not a confidential place. When most of the masters in the palace are restrained by the Heavenly Sword, the remaining defense forces are mostly deployed on the silver platform near the Privy Council.
The door is obviously more reasonable.
However, there is one thing that makes Ning Yan a little confused. During the day, the direction directed by the system was clearly towards the harem palaces, but now it asked him to go to Longtuge. Could it be that by chance, he could escape on his own?
In other words, this so-called opportunity is not an ownerless thing, but has always been carried by someone...
Ning Yan had an ominous premonition in his mind, and secretly sighed that this opportunity was really tricky, and there was a high probability that he would have to fight again later.
"Yan Yan, let Shuijun Ling also prepare. If this fails, we will still have to rely on it to escape."
Yanyan pursed her lips and complained: "Since you knew there was danger, couldn't you go back to Huntian Tower and stay there until dawn..."
Ning Yan smiled bitterly and said, "We've already come here, what do you think?"
Now he is just short of this last step. Even if there is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den ahead, he still has to break through!
The two were talking when suddenly, a rich bell sounded inexplicably in the palace.
clang!
Yan Yan's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he was as nervous as a frightened bird. He grabbed his hair and screamed: "Ning Yan, run! We have been discovered!"
Ning Yan's heart was also tight, and of course what was more tight was his scalp, and he subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Privy Council.
The city was engulfed in flames of war, but there was no movement.
Dang, Dang, Dang...
Several more bells rang, simple and melodious, and the intervals between the two bells were so precise that no urgent warning could be heard from them.
Ning Yan calmed down, patted Yan Yan's little hand and said comfortingly: "Don't panic, the sound of this bell is probably used to tell the time."
"Telling the time? It's past the midnight hour, and it's still early for the ugly hour. Which hour are you telling?"
"I...I don't know, maybe it's the rules of the palace?"
Ning Yan frowned. It was probably around 11 o'clock in the evening, but now it was almost 12 o'clock in the morning. It was a bit far-fetched to tell the time.
But now he couldn't care about that much. He had to move quickly and enter Longtuge before the imperial army could react.
Dang, Dang...
The bells were still ringing, so Ning Yan simply immersed himself in his journey and soon arrived in front of Longtu Pavilion.
From the outside, Longtuge is far less grand than its name suggests. It adheres to the style of Taizu's founding, and is only three or four stories high. The dark red door is inlaid with rusty door nails, and it looks like it has been in disrepair.
.Only the plaque has some explanations. The three characters "Longtu Pavilion" with flying dragons and phoenixes are obviously written by famous artists.
The jade steps were paved from the main entrance to Ning Yan's feet. Ning Yan was not in the mood to count the number of steps at the moment and climbed up the steps to the sound of the bell.
Dang, Dang...
clang.
The moment he crossed the last step, the twelfth bell happened to ring.
This is the right time.
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