Another scream came out, and another man in white bled to death.
One, two, three...
The helpless talented men and women who were hugging each other looked at the scene in front of them and had no idea what was going on. Apart from the old man's voice being a little weird, what else was there?
The laughter continued, but Mr. Feng was already kneeling on the ground, covering his ears, struggling and suffering. He was the only one among the men in white who could still hold on, but he was already on the verge of collapse.
"Exalted man, have mercy on me! Master, have mercy on me..."
The hoarse voice almost used up all the strength. Mr. Feng thought that he was finished, completely finished.
But just when he was about to give up resistance, the sound of a flute came from somewhere.
The voice is low and gentle, and light, like milk sliding over the taste buds, giving people a wonderful and smooth feeling.
Mr. Feng's expression changed, and the previous impatience disappeared in an instant, and he turned around immediately with joy.
The smiling old man couldn't help but change his face the moment he heard the sound of the flute. He stopped laughing and looked coldly towards the mountain road.
At this moment, the old gentleman is no longer as relaxed as before, his expression is heavy, and his face is cloudy and uncertain.
The sound of the flute continued. I could only hear the sound, but I didn't know where it came from, as if it was falling from the sky.
Not long after, a person appeared on the mountain road up the mountain. He was wearing a long white gown, a jade belt and a jade flute.
Musical notes are like ripples in water that stir the hearts of those who hear the sound.
Her skin is as white as frost and smooth, and her indifferent movements give people a sense of endless vicissitudes. Her age cannot be seen at all. Judging from her facial features, she should be a woman in her early thirties.
But what can a woman in her thirties have like that ice-cold skin? She is even more hydrated than a newborn baby.
Good-looking is good-looking, but some women are not what you want to look at!
A jade flute can calm the laughter of the old man and make the other party stand ready. Can such a woman be an ordinary character?
I saw this woman with a strange figure. One second she was ten meters away, and the next second she was in front of me. Her movement was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.
In an instant, the woman had arrived in front of the old man, put away her long flute and flicked her middle finger.
A dazzling white light emitted from the fingertips and flew towards the old man's heart.
At this moment, the old man did not dare to relax for a moment. He took one step back and one step sideways. While avoiding the woman's Qi sword, he flew out and slashed horizontally with his palm. The thick Qi burst out of his body like a rolling wave. Its power was so powerful that every person on the top of the mountain could not stop it.
Everyone can feel it clearly.
There are not many times when a master can exert his full strength. Perhaps the master himself does not know where his limit is.
With the old man's palm, the clouds and mists in the sky began to roll up, the heaven and earth changed, and the strong wind suddenly rose...
Xia and Shang were all confused.
He is worthy of being a protector of the emperor. The first move he made was as powerful as Lu Xun's life-threatening blow that day.
But obviously this is not the old man's limit.
Bang!
The first time they fought, there was a loud noise, and it felt like the whole mountain trembled.
However, there was only a flute between them.
The whole place was in an uproar. What kind of battle was this?
The old man also gritted his teeth, having never expected the woman's amazing strength: "It seems that the Za family has been living in the deep palace for a long time and has forgotten about the world! I wonder when such a young peerless master appeared in the world! Little baby, tell me your name."
"White Clothes Sect, Shuiyue Holy Envoy."
"It turns out to be a witch from the White Clothes Sect! The Zajia family will meet you and other peerless masters among the younger generation!"
After that, another set of tricks was used, and the fists and kicks were combined in an instant.
The woman is a jade flute crossbow, and Feng Qingyun Danjian has been fighting for no less than ten rounds.
The masters have the same mind, and after a fight, they will have a unanimous judgment about each other.
Evenly matched!
"I'm holding this person, the target is here, no one can let go!"
"The old man will go first, leave this place to the old slave!"
The two spoke almost at the same time.
Seeing this situation, Mr. Feng certainly knew what to do. He shouted to the white-clothed believers who came after him, bypassed the old man and rushed into the crowd: "Everyone stand still for me! Anyone over fifty years old will be killed without mercy!"
The old man was dragged away by the woman, and no one on the mountain could fight.
Facing more and more people in white, the crowd rioted again and screams broke out.
Seeing that something was wrong, Xia Shang was a little anxious: "Your Majesty, how about I take you into the mountains and forests to hide?"
"Hahaha! A group of ants, what do you have to fear?"
Xia Shang was complaining in his heart.
When did this happen? Are you still here pretending to be calm?
It's not that Xia and Shang were really loyal to the emperor, it's just that the emperor couldn't cause problems.
If something goes wrong with the emperor, the world will be in chaos. Aren't the people like you who will suffer?
Therefore, no matter whether it is for the sake of the world or for himself, nothing can happen to the emperor!
From the previous exchanges, it is easy to see that the emperor may seem kind and kind, but deep down he is an extremely rebellious person.
It is definitely impossible for him to hide in the forest. If he confronts the man in white, it would be tantamount to seeking death.
Although there is a very powerful little kid behind him, if these people in white clothes are really running towards the emperor, this woman must be more than just a master.
After thinking about it, Xia Shang became more and more anxious: "Your Majesty, please start to avoid the limelight for a while."
The emperor looked at Xia Shang, the corners of his mouth raised, as if he were watching a joke.
Xia Shang cursed in his heart: "It's true that the emperor is not anxious and the eunuch is! If I were not a eunuch, I would be anxious to death!"
Seeing that it was impossible to move the emperor, Xia Shang had an idea and shouted: "Your Majesty! I will carry you away."
How strange is the word "emperor"?
Instantly attracts everyone's attention.
"emperor?"
"Where did the emperor come from?"
Knowing that it was over, the prefect rolled his eyes and fainted.
Only the prefect knows the identity of the emperor.
There was a white-haired old man beside him, the one who had talked to Ouyang Teng in the small pavilion before. He was a little curious when he heard someone calling "the emperor". He looked around and murmured to himself: "Where is the emperor?"
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When he looked, the emperor didn't see it.
However, he saw Xia Shang rushing over blankly. In the confusion, he raised his hand and punched the old man on the head, knocking him out instantly.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Xia Shang shouted again, hugged the old man when he was about to fall to the ground, then carried him on his back and rushed out of the crowd!
When everyone took a look, they saw a young man fleeing with an old man on his back. The old man seemed to be similar in age to the current Saint.
Mr. Feng shouted sharply: "Stop this man! The old man he is carrying is the Dog Emperor!"
Now, the scene is in complete chaos!
All the men in white were chasing after Xia Shang, and more men in white were chasing after him from down the mountain.
There is only one way down the mountain, otherwise you have to go deep into the mountain.
He didn't know what he would encounter in the deep mountains. Xia Shang didn't want to take risks yet, so he shouted: "Fu Sheng! Why don't you come and open the way?!"
With a shout, a boy descended from the sky, slashed horizontally and rolled back with his ancient ink sword, and a tornado instantly formed halfway up the mountain... (To be continued)